But it’s not an accusation rests there, a finger points. Within the first two-hundred words the reader gets called out with a “you” that seems, at first, like a neutral use of the second person. The story is told by a narrator who floats above the action metafictionally hyper-aware and self-conscious. But I want the full picture I don’t want to be left behind and so, like the nerds in Office Space looking up money-laundering in the dictionary, I’m searching for “trap music,” “Bruh-man,” and Donika Kelly online. The first half page of the opening story, “Heads of the Colored People: Four Fancy Sketches, Two Chalk Outlines, and No Apology,” is thick with cultural references-some low, some high some I know (Sonic the Hedgehog, The Bluest Eye, Drake) and some I don’t ( Disgruntled, Fetty Wap). It is clear to me from the start that I might not be smart enough for Nafissa Thompson-Spires’ debut collection, Heads of the Colored People (37Ink/Atria, an imprint of Simon & Schuster) that perhaps I won’t be capable of pulling off this review.
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