but did you ever have the fantasy that someone from, say, Sri Lanka would wander into anthropology from the English literature department, take a good hard look at some of the self-serving garbage being served up as delicious food by white apologists for empire even today, and write a long, erudite, witty deconstruction of the genre that is at once generous and devastating?
I believe I've been longing for this book without consciously realizing it instead, because this sounds delicious.
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I believe I've been longing for this book without consciously realizing it instead, because this sounds delicious.