A Black woman awakens in a phantasmagoric rooming house where she is visited by the Duchess of Hapsburg, Queen Victoria, Patrice Lumumba and Jesus Christ. Only she and Lumumba are not dressed in white; she has a white fixation and wants to become whiter and whiter. She harangues against her father who gave her a jungle strain and then sold out to white harlotry, dreams of returning to Africa to save the continent, and hangs herself amid swirling conflicts and desires, a victim of a nightmare world.
The Good
Well, you can never say black people cannot be weird/artsy. I have never felt fore mentioned statement so much after reading a book since it is not that common to see books with black characters that are artsy and weird.
So much commentary on black issues: internalized racism, colorism, worship of whiteness, multiracial issues (I think it talks about the tragic mulatto) and those are the ones off the top of my head. I know that there was so much commentary and references that I missed, one character in the story I realized after the fact was a person from history.
The Bad
Part of the weirdness/artsyness I did not like.
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