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It's the biography of all the 'gifted' middle class black people who read Salon and listen to NPR.
A lovely, wonderful review, Andrew, but this particular section stands out exceptionally:
This is a book that invites you to see that its author belongs to a people and a town and an era, as do we all, but that while he honors those things they do not encompass him and never did. Race and community and nation are schemes we all use to mitigate our essential loneliness, but it persists and at some point we find ourselves alone in our late summer beds, like Benji at the end of "Sag Harbor," imagining a better future. Strange little bugs, keeping secrets in the night.
Pitch perfect and beautifully said. Thank you.