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288 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2012
He changed buses and talked to people one-on-one because, even though he was on holiday, he was still driven to spread the word. On the Wiltshire bus, he sat down next to a mild-looking white man who wore glasses with dark rims, and whose eyes were deep, dark holes. He wasn’t despairing or in pain, but, rather, empty: a blank slate set to hide a rage so great as to dwarf that of Zeus himself. Looking down at the man’s hands, Chief saw their alter image: the metaphor of their intentions. The fingers were steeped in blood. Ragged skin of a hundred victims were packed under his manicured, claw-like nails, and for the first time, Chief knew real fear. This man was a Red-slayer – a beast in disguise.
Just to get this straight,” he said, “I don’t have anything against Black people in general. It’s just that they’re always feeling that they’ve been given a hard time, when I’m working just as hard to survive as they are.” “Who are? Me?” “Yah, you. Here you’re taking up a job that doesn’t even mean anything, getting all upset with me just because I have what I worked for.” “I don’t want your job, man. And I didn’t make up the position I have. I read about it in the paper. The only reason I ever give you any grief is that you are always talking about me like I’m a card-carrying member of some group that’s in your head. If you stop talking about ‘my people’ I would never give you a hard time again.” “So now you want to limit my freedom of speech.” Talking to Faula, I realized the breadth of a Universe I hadn’t suspected, and talking to Pinkus, I understood there was also a smallness that could not expand.The portrayal of racism is where Mosley troubles himself to write with the real world in mind; as to the functioning of the Sail, not so much:
“I think it is some kind of meeting of energies that causes what we see, and that part of those energies emanate from our life forces, our minds. In a small way, any one, or a group of us, will call out to certain images…”The “Faula” mentioned above is a central figure, stemming from a fascinating future history where humans of the 23rd century create a super-race called the “Altos”, by blending the most desirable (and “Caucasian”) genetic materials. Ironically (I think it’s ironic, as opposed to just horrible), the Altos immediately and peremptorily put an end to the human race, but not before storing the entire human culture by vivisection of several hundred millions. After that, they feel bad. Also, the humans (in new, mechanized, post-human form) fight back. The ending is enigmatic and portentous, with Faula and the Altos preparing to come (how, is not mentioned) to this Earth.