TRIGGER WARNING: Discussions of self-mutilation, violence,
murder, sexual assault, dismemberment, cannibalism, discussion of mental
illness, voiding of the bladder and bowls in public, and White Tears.
Chris Cleve’s “Little Bee” has been the talk of the publishing
world for over two years now. Showered
with praise, optioned for a movie and the selection of book clubs everywhere,
“Little Bee” has been portrayed as a trenchant story about immigration, the
globalization of England’s economy, interracial friendship and the weight of
grief. The publisher has cutely declared
on the back of the book that it needs no blurb; no, “Little Bee” is a novel
that must be experienced from the beginning and thus you must stumble blindly
into the character’s lives without preparation to be fully blown away by their
experiences. Well, readers, I have done
that. And no, “LB” is not some grand
story about how to bridge the gap between races and reform our world economy.
Little Bee is, in short: White Guilt: The novel.
WARNING: THE SPOILER ZONE IS FOR THE UNLOADING OF SPOILERS
ONLY.