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Friday, April 4, 2025

The Sellout by Paul Beatty

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Reni Ed­do-Lodge

The Sell­out is a whirl­wind of a satire with a con­tra­dic­to­ry plot. The de­vices are re­al enough to be be­liev­able, yet sur­re­al enough to raise your eye­brows. Our pro­tag­o­nist is nev­er ful­ly named, but we are told that his sur­name is Me. Me is a black man who owns a farm in a poor black ur­ban neigh­bour­hood. Me surfs for fun, and smokes weed in the supreme court, where he ends up fac­ing ret­ri­bu­tion for break­ing some of the coun­try's most hal­lowed laws about race.

The plot is set in mo­tion when Dick­ens, the city Me lives in, is sur­rep­ti­tious­ly wiped off the map, trig­ger­ing an iden­ti­ty cri­sis in its res­i­dents. It just sort of dis­ap­pears, and no­body is told why.

Dick­ens's slow merge with its sur­round­ing cities hits lo­cal celebri­ty Hominy Jenk­ins par­tic­u­lar­ly hard. A lov­able, down­trod­den Un­cle Tom char­ac­ter, Hominy yearns for his hal­cy­on days as the black butt of a thou­sand racist jokes in the 1950s kids' TV show The Lit­tle Ras­cals. With Dick­ens gone, Hominy is no­body. Dev­as­tat­ed, he swears that he will be Me's slave un­til Dick­ens is back on the map. Me thinks that the way to re­in­state Dick­ens is to seg­re­gate the city's schools. So, a slave-own­ing black man work­ing hard to bring back racial seg­re­ga­tion. Eye­brows raised yet?

If Dick­ens rep­re­sents black­ness, then our pro­tag­o­nists' un­re­lent­ing quest to re-es­tab­lish its ex­is­tence is about set­ting some clear bound­aries. Fol­low­ing the re­cent pub­lic out­ing of Rachel Dolezal as a white Amer­i­can woman mas­querad­ing as black, there are un­der­stand­able anx­i­eties about black­ness and au­then­tic­i­ty. Thanks to artists such as Be­y­onc� and Kendrick Lamar, the African Amer­i­can ex­pe­ri­ence has gone vi­ral.

Beat­ty throws in dozens of jokes: every stereo­type, ri­val­ry and anx­i­ety about race in the US is laid bare. No one is above crit­i­cism. The com­fort­ing so­cial blan­ket of white­ness is satirised mer­ci­less­ly. Black in­tel­lec­tu­als on the left and right are ex­posed as fakes grasp­ing for so­cial pow­er.

But there is a prob­lem when in-jokes be­come jokes for every­one, which left me not know­ing what to make of the book. With Beat­ty's satire punch­ing not just up, but all over the place, I'm not sure who the book is for.

I didn't laugh out loud while read­ing The Sell­out. It did, how­ev­er, tease out a few wry smiles. In his quest to re­in­state his city, the pro­tag­o­nist joins a dat­ing ser­vice for cities look­ing for their per­fect part­ner, and set­tles on twin­ning Dick­ens with the lost city of White Male Priv­i­lege, "a con­tro­ver­sial mu­nic­i­pal­i­ty whose very ex­is­tence is of­ten de­nied by many (most­ly priv­i­leged white males)".

If The Sell­out does any­thing, it suc­cess­ful­ly points not on­ly to the prob­lem, but all the com­plex­i­ties and nu­ances of the prob­lem, prov­ing that it's not as sim­ple as black and white. (For full re­view, see www.the­guardian.com/books/2016/may/11/the-sell­out-by-paul-beat­ty-re­view)


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