January 18, 2010, - 3:04 pm
Am I Allowed to Say This Word, Anymore? (Not That I Have, But . . .)
Over the weekend, I read one of the most awful, depressing, stupid, waste of time books I’ve ever made the mistake of reading: “Where the God of Love Hangs Out,” by best-selling author and short story writer Amy Bloom, given to me as a gift (why, I don’t know). Yeah, I know–the title gave it away. Total dreck–the typical crap far too many women are reading, these days. It’s amazing this woman teaches writing at Yale, or maybe not so amazing–since colleges love to seek out New Age psychobabblers like Bloom. Believe me, nothing you can say about this will make me think less of myself for making the mistake of reading it than I already do. Yuck.
And the woman is a uber-liberal whose villains are Republicans, NRA members, etc. You get the picture. What a mistake. (Thankfully, I also got in a fun hike through beautiful, snow-covered wooded areas near where I live, which made up for it.)
The reason I’m bringing this up is that, in the book, she uses the word, “negritude, ” which essentially means pride in one’s Blackness.
“Game of Pharaohs [DS: chess],” William says. The kid must study Egypt. Mummies and Cleopatra’s negritude and the pyramids are what pass for history now.
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