From The American Reader: The Return of “The Curses..." by TONY TULATHIMUTTE

The Return of “The Curses, the Fates, the Races, the Fakes, the Faces, the Names of 'The Game of Death'; or, The Game of Death” | The American Reader




An essay by Tony Tulathimutte





Wow. This is one wild ride of an essay. It's as much about the the mind tricks that shake you down as a writer as it is about the aesthetic expression of racial identity. It's a big think piece that requires careful attention and a good amount of pausing and pondering. But it's well worth the price of admission.



For those who need short and simple, don't go here. This is for the Big Kids who want to swim in the deep end.




-dcb

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