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False Colors
by Alex Beecroft
Gonna start with the bad: yes, there’s racism. It’s painful, it’s appropriate, it’s… *wince* not as bad as it could’ve been? Because the men are basically properly-scared-of-the-non-white-sailors-they’re-battling; into-the-exoticism-and-hypersexualized-ways-of-some-presumably-Tainos-people-on-Jamaica; and we have a five-second, suitably-scared-but-portrayed-as-cowardly East Asian character who, yes, the narrative describes with the laziest slur of all time. And then while the characters are tortured over and over again throughout the story, they turn a blind eye towards people who are abused into CHATTEL SLAVERY.
Yes, it fucking sucked, and I hope – I HOPE – the author specifically did that to make them shitty on purpose. They were British armed forces. The story would’ve been laughably implausible if it tried to make them care about more human people.
But man, this book fucking gutted me OVER and OVER. Really had to spend time sitting with the misery of the loneliness and brutality that innumerable queer people have faced for centuries. And you know– these are white British men, members of the nation who forced so much of that mindless cruelty onto the rest of the world.
Still, this book kept me enraptured. This was surprisingly great, so well-written for a random 2000s romance bought from a thrift store for the hell of it. I genuinely didn’t believe I would read this novel all the way through. I loved it.
Thanks, you guys.
Yes, it fucking sucked, and I hope – I HOPE – the author specifically did that to make them shitty on purpose. They were British armed forces. The story would’ve been laughably implausible if it tried to make them care about more human people.
But man, this book fucking gutted me OVER and OVER. Really had to spend time sitting with the misery of the loneliness and brutality that innumerable queer people have faced for centuries. And you know– these are white British men, members of the nation who forced so much of that mindless cruelty onto the rest of the world.
Still, this book kept me enraptured. This was surprisingly great, so well-written for a random 2000s romance bought from a thrift store for the hell of it. I genuinely didn’t believe I would read this novel all the way through. I loved it.
Thanks, you guys.