I finished The Spook Who Sat By the Door yesterday morning. Sam Greenlee has one hell of a knack for sharp writing, and regardless of my not being a proponent for militantism, the book struck a chord with me. Greenlee got at the heart of the loneliness of being black in a nation and profession that both expects you to act white “enough” (but only so much) and simultaneously disdains you for doing so (as you disdain yourself). It was and is a fine line to walk.
There are going to be spoilers here, but nothing that actually ruins the novelty of the book, I hope.
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Part seven of The Witches of Ming Ung: “Interception” Here’s a snippet:
“Yeah, sure,” Markos said. “When are you coming home?” he whined. “This place is all big and lonely without you.”
“Markos, it took forever just getting here,” she said. “We’re just getting into the swing of things. It could be a while before I’m set to go.”
Markos’s pout became a frown and Hardi realized she’d protested too much.
His chuckle was forced as he said, “You sure you aren’t enjoying the sights while you’re out there?”
Hardi’s smile was weak. “Well, it is a lovely planet.”
As I mentioned earlier this week, from here until Witches is done, I’ll only be posting Witches stories.
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