The Grim (Humour) that Stole this Christmas

The Sellout, Paul Beatty, OneWorld, pp. 289

The grim humour that stole this Christmas for me is Paul Beatty’s The Sellout. The first novel by an American author to win the Man Booker Prize, the book is a biting satire on race relations in a country that has just seen the end of an African American Presidency.  And it is in questioning these large symbolic breakthroughs in ameliorating the everyday lives of any group that is not mainstream that the book does unabashedly. The collective resistance under the leadership of Dr Martin Luther King, the rejuvenation set out by Harlem renaissance, the historic Presidency of Barack Obama are taken as one off events and questioned on both intrinsic and relative merits on the community they sought to better and ended up leaving worse off.

‘I whispered racism in a post-racist world’, says the protagonist, who is an African American tried in the Supreme Court for owning a slave and practising racial segregation. Indeed our protagonist is a product of experimentation from childhood and bears its brunt with an equanimity that accepts reality and attempts to change it by using its own logic. He makes it through his childhood home schooled and generously experimented upon by his father a behavioural psychologist. In this process he becomes an object and this experience of total isolation from agency exists in him with fierce bouts of resistance. He loses his family, his neighbourhood disappears from the maps and minds of the administration and he is left hanging listlessly with his friends in a no man’s land. From this window incognito, he strikes back using the very instruments that made him suffer. He makes the entire society flinch by unleashing the same kind of experiments back on them.

Of this novel, I can say the journey is the message. The language with its endless puns, metaphors and slang is abrasive and uncompromising. On writing this book, Beatty remarked, ‘It was hard for me to write, it’s a hard book to read.’ There is savage wit ripping off every holy cow, blurring the sacred, eviscerating the sacrosanct, lampooning nuance leaving us with just the heart of the problem. But then, Beatty trenchantly puts it in his novel, ‘being offended is not an emotion.’ Parts of the book make us laugh, then cringe and in many significant ways reflect the times we live in.

This book was turned down eighteen times by established publishers before being accepted by a small two people publishing company in Scotland called Oneworld. It is also the publisher’s second Booker in a row after last year’s winning novel ‘A brief history of seven killings’.  As far as the Man Booker prize goes, satire barely makes it as favourite. Yet, out of the 155 books that entered the prize this year, The Sellout was the unanimous choice of the jury and is a great work of fiction comparable to the tradition of Jonathan Swift and Mark Twain.