Title: Hackneyed and trite, with cardboard characters
Product review: So Gloria Naylor turns her attention to black men and gets it woefully wrong. When, I wonder, will the major publishing houses become secure enough to allow black men to speak for themselves? Probably never, which is why so many hugely talented black male writers are self-publishing and turning to subsidized publishing. I surmise that it's some morbid, inarticulate fear of the black male imagination, and where it might take the reader.
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