The famed writer’s only recorded reading, from the Criterion Collection disc of “Wise Blood”
If nothing else, the New Yorker fiction section has taught writers one valuable lesson: if you want your work to appeal to the literate, upper-middle class white audience, take a beautiful family and make them sad. No one publication has done more to reify the suburban drama in its knighted role as the country’s go-to story. And although recent editors have guided an easing towards more diverse and inventive fiction, the magazine’s legacy still evokes a chorus of Johns, Richards and Alices, all of whom are interested in the dynamics of miserable families.
While the story of the sad, beautiful family certainly has its echoes throughout the history of all books, Bible included, there’s no place like America where simply the premise of a suburban drama demands such a serious, literary response.
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But what strikes me about these kinds of apology (George Zimmerman’s as well) is this desire to appear contrite, without taking on any of the actual weight of genuine contrition. Qualities like “immaturity,” “stupidity,” “childishness,” and “insensitivity” can be chalked up to ignorance or biology. Whereas “hate” and “bigotry” have been moved into the realm of indelible moral stains carried only by those who sleep under bridges and eat people.
I have long thought of “racism without racists” as merely the product of the color-line. But it’s also the result of the American—and perhaps even the human—inability to admit fault. No one wants to be wrong. It is a great failing, not simply of morality and honor, but of imagination. Being wrong is painful. It would be painful for Ravi to tell the world he actually was trying to humiliate a fellow human for his own ends. It would be painful to admit that he actually has tried to spy on people in the past. But people who can’t admit to who they are, have little chance of ever becoming anything more.
There’s been talk in comments on what some community service, and exposure to different worlds might do for Ravi. I would not count on it. Until you can say “I was wrong” without pausing to defend yourself, there really isn’t much hope.
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