Why is it that when someone writes a book about a topic not covered by a lot of other people, others criticize it for all the things it wasn’t? For goodness sake, this was one author’s one book. Sure, you don’t have to like it, but must you treat it like THE DEFINITIVE book on the subject? I doubt that the author would say it was.
As for the dialect business. I’ve been annoyed all my life with the treatment of dialect. In this case, I could sort of follow the author’s thinking. The college-educated people spoke mostly correct English, the others did not. That didn’t mean they didn’t all speak with thick southern accents. I’m glad the author didn’t sink to phonetic spelling, like having the black character say “dif’rent” and the white character say “different” when we all pronounce the word the same way. That really annoys me.
I generally like character-driven stories, and in this case, I thought the characters were a bit underdeveloped, even stereotypical. So I just went along with the story line and I gained some insight into the mentality of some of the moneyed women who employed maids. I waited for the inevitable ugly scene of men in white hoods, and was relieved when it never happened. I really didn’t want it to come to that. Just once, I wanted to see people crossing color lines to get away with it. So I was happy enough with the ending. That’s the beauty of fiction; you can make things turn out favorable in the end and as I read for insight and relaxation, I was glad for how things turned out.
I applaud the writer for this effort.
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