Wednesday, March 2, 2022

the last book I ever read (Harlem Shuffle: A Novel by Colson Whitehead, excerpt ten)

from Harlem Shuffle: A Novel by Colson Whitehead:

The shade outside their apartment, down the hill from Grant’s Tomb, provided a cool retreat from the day’s heat. Traffic was light on Riverside. When Carney tried to relax in his living room after a long day at the store, the squeal of the kids in the park below usually set him on edge, but today they were a token of normalcy. Gangsters strong-arming him into sedans, white cops disrupting his business, riots and real estate barons and what have you—it was nice to pretend his world remembered the old, stable orbit.

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