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litsnaps · 2 years
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If Disneyland was indeed the Happiest Place on Earth, you'd either keep it a secret or the price of admission would be free and not equivalent to the yearly per capita income of a small sub-Saharan African nation like Detroit.
Paul Beatty, The Sellout
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philosophybitmaps · 3 months
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indizombie · 3 months
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I asked Captain Flores a question my father had asked me many times: "In the history of the Los Angeles Police Department, do you know how many officers have been convicted of murder while in the line of duty?" "No." "The answer is none, so there is no accountability.”
Paul Beatty, ‘The Sellout’
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bloodmaarked · 2 months
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➸ reading list
just added:
lore of the wilds, analeigh sbrana
the unmaking of june farrow, adrienne young
want, gillian anderson
medea, rosie hewlett
like happiness, ursula villarreal-moura
the exception to the rule, christina lauren
the sellout, paul beatty
maame, jessica george
behold the dreamers, imbolo mbue
sing me to sleep, gabi burton
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book51ut · 8 months
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Review of The Sellout by Paul Beatty
I'm several books behind on my review list! I think I have 5 books that I've read but not posted a review of. Trying to make some headway now.
I liked The Sellout. It was witty, political, and well written. I don't have a ton of really in depth thoughts on it because it felt like such an easy lighthearted read tone-wise. Which is particularly funny, because the subject matter is very serious. I think we need more fiction that engages with the absurdity of the US political and carceral systems.
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toshio · 9 months
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The Sellout ~ Paul Beatty
The Sellout ~ Paul Beatty
Rating: 3/5 I find this book to be ingenious in a lot of ways. First of all, Beatty has crafted a well developed character without using his name once throughout the course of these pages. Written in the first person perspective, Beatty gives us “The Sellout” a man who describes the ways in which he and his community have failed. This is a satire, and a lot of the humor is very biting and…
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bookcoversonly · 2 years
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Title: The Sellout | Author: Paul Beatty | Publisher: Oneworld Publications (2017)
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senatushq · 2 years
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NAME. Amala Singh AGE & BIRTH DATE. Appears 34 (720) & August 23rd 1302 GENDER & PRONOUNS. She & Her SPECIES. Vampire BLOODLINE. Pluto OCCUPATION. Senator & Business Owner FACE CLAIM. Deepika Padukone
BIOGRAPHY
( tw death, violence) You’ll never hear a tale of her human life come out of her mouth, and if it is mentioned, it’s with great disinterest. Amala had always wanted to be someone, she wouldn’t remain just a girl who lived beside the river forever. Her family hadn’t had much and perhaps she was a wicked child for thinking her mother was daft for accepting her place beneath her father. Sometimes she’d see beautiful people in their colored silks, dripping with gold, their laughter a foreign sound. They were without cares, she wanted to be that way, and when she asked her mother what made them laugh, she was informed they had rich husbands.
So she’d get herself a rich husband. It was no easy feat, it didn’t matter how much her family fawned over her, their status didn’t allow her a shot at the kind of man who could remedy her situation. And so she was forced to do what many women are forced to do when it came to marriage, Amala settled. But Amala settled strategically for a merchant and while she played her role as a dutiful wife, she kept her ear to the ground. Charming, funny, she was liked by clients, liked by their beautiful wives, some of them laughed like they had no cares. It was them who turned her, had her over for tea one midday and descended upon her. Amala’s horror was brief, she died in the arms of beautiful, powerful women that took care of her, guided her to her new life. Her rebirth was extravagant, she could hear every whisper, she could tear through flesh and muscle without issue. Now cut from marble, she was sent back to her husband who was to not know of her transformation. She fed when she visited her entourage or they brought over a very particular wine when they were guests in her home and it curbed her lust for blood, but did nothing to satisfy her ambitions and the husband she’d settled for started to annoy her with his very existence. When she told her makers of this, they told her rather flippantly to just make him a thrall, they did it to their husbands all the time and were better off for it. Doing so allowed her to essentially run his business, but she was still not satisfied. Amala urged her makers to think bigger, how could they be comfortable with all of this power and influence and spend their time sitting there? In her frustration, she unleashed another part of her new power. It started with the flies. The locusts. Rats even. While initially horrified as the plague swept through the village, she thought only gods could do what she could now. Everything fell into place from there. Her husband became less annoying, she saw him as necessary to maintain her lifestyle though he was a pitiful creature. Humbled, understanding, she groveled to her makers, apologized for giving them a mess to clean up and from there, the real learning began. Amala could be bloodthirsty, ambitious, but she had to be clever about it. Humans were the real plague and she picked them off, she turned some of them. A generous sire, the nest made in Bangalore was large enough to get the attention of the senate, but she and her own sire’s were too busy protecting their way of life to pay them much mind. It took years of territory disputes, war, and the death of two of her sire’s husbands for the nest to disperse. But Amala had been at the front of it, lethal and almost cruel in her punishment of those that would dare disturb the life she’d made for herself. They left more omens in their wake, a punishment for the mortals there that dared take their homes from them with their war. She left her own husband behind, she settled with her own progeny in Delhi and it was then that the senate came for her. Become a marshal, they said, protect their kind. It was what she was already doing, she accepted, she went where they needed her and for all of her elegance, for all the kindness she doled out to her own progeny, Amala was merciless. It was the loyalty to her kind that did it, caused her to practically rip apart every irresponsible sire, feral creature, or greedy individual. It made no sense, they were like gods, they had few, very simple rules to follow and she couldn’t stand to see such gifts squandered. There came a time where she had to uproot everything and come to Rome, wound up working for the Pluto senator directly after her achievements amounted to years of praise. She could have gotten comfortable, she could have let up, but she finally thought all her ambition was getting her somewhere. The day the Pluto senator stepped down was a moment out of time and after centuries of bloodshed, of trying to create change, she was getting what she wanted. As a senator, she was just as harsh as she’d been as a marshal except now she had more power to back her ideals up. Her displeasure with the way things were was apparent, the idea that she was in a room of animals, entitled witches, and food, was bewildering. Her loyalty, her power, was used to enforce a vampire’s way of life, to keep their numbers large, she cared little for the other creature’s of Rome unless they proved themselves a threat. Maybe it was moving into the Palace of Pluto, all the bells and whistles that came from being a senator, that caused her to become lax. Over the years she stopped fighting so much with the other senators unless it directly impacted her kind. Her younger self would riot at seeing how comfortable she was now, how all of the luxuries had made her sigh at the idea of getting her hands dirty. From Bangalore to Delhi, to Rome, Amala has lived a life full of bloodshed and discontent and she is finally seeing the payoff to all of her hard work and finds herself reveling in it. The world the mortals, the witches, had shaped seemed to be a mess that they could not fix, maybe there was no hope for making her kind’s lives better, just her own. She has a life people would kill for and it’d have to be pried from her cold, undead hands. 
PERSONALITY
+ clever, controlled, charming – vain, selfish, lazy
PLAYED BY M. CST. She/Her.
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indizombie · 3 months
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In 1964, Kitty Genovese was robbed, raped, and stabbed to death in the apathetic streets of New York, her plaintive Psychology 101 textbook cries for help ignored by dozens of onlookers and neighborhood residents. Hence, the "bystander effect": the more people around to provide help, the less likely one is to receive help.
Paul Beatty, ‘The Sellout’
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sorrelpaws · 6 months
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i support womens wrongs
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