The Sellout has been on my reading list for a while now, not only by recommendation, but also because it won Beatty the Man Booker Prize, the first time an American had done so. I began with high expectations and was nearly stopped in my tracks by the prologue. Here Beatty’s roots as a slam poet are on full display, and without much plot to grab onto, the reader is thrown hundreds of references in a giant swirl of politics.
