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    <![CDATA[It is a time of calamity in a major metropolitan city's Department of Elevator Inspectors, and Lila Mae Watson, the first black female elevator inspector in the history of the department, is at the center of it. There are two warring factions within the department: the Empiricists, who work by the book and who dutifully check for striations on the winch cable and such; and the Intuitionists, who are simply able to enter the elevator cab in question, meditate, and intuit any defects. <p>Lila Mae is an Intuitionist and, it just so happens, has the highest accuracy rate in the entire department. But when an elevator in a new city building goes into total freefall on Lila Mae's watch, chaos ensues. Sabotage is the obvious explanation: It's an election year in the Elevator Guild, and the good-old-boy Empiricists would love nothing more than to assign the blame to an Intuitionist, and a colored one at that. But Lila Mae is never wrong.<p>The sudden appearance of excerpts from the lost notebooks of Intuitionism's founder, James Fulton, has also caused quite a stir. The notebooks describe Fulton's work on the &quot;black box,&quot; a perfect elevator that could reinvent the city as radically as the first passenger elevator did when patented by Elisha Otis in the nineteenth century. When Lila Mae goes underground to investigate the crash, she becomes involved in the search for the portions of the notebooks that are still missing and uncovers a secret that will change her life forever.<p>In the tradition of Ralph Ellison, Colson Whitehead artfully crosses back and forth over racial, political, and aesthetic borders, and turns just about every contemporary movement, institution, and industry on its head. <em>The Intuitionist</em>'s sidesplitting humor is accompanied by a sobering examination of race--how it causes the characters in this story to act and what it causes them to believe about themselves and other people. Beautifully written, wildly imaginative, and starring one of the most lovable heroines of all time, The Intuitionist promises to be one of the most talked-about novels of the year. </p></p></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[In <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.salon.com/books/int/1999/01/cov_si_12int.html">an interview with Salon.com</a> following the publication of his 1999 debut novel <em>The Intuitionist</em>, Colson Whitehead discusses the freedom he has as an African American writer of the late 20th century.  He says, &quot;decades ago, there was the protest novel, and then there was 'tell the untold story...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/6904327">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This isn't just an allegory of race, as the many glowing reviews in the prefatory pages state.  It's an allegory of everything.  &quot;Elevators&quot; and &quot;intuitionism&quot; variously represent upward social mobility and its limits, the threatened gains of the civil rights movement, the anxiet...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1935871">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I just finished Colson Whitehead's book &quot;The Intuitionist&quot;, which is a hard book describe, but it is kind of like a murder mystery combined with a conspiracy theory novel about warring factions of elevator inspectors. Seriously.<br/><br/>Below is an excerpt from one of the theoretical de...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/40570163">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[It is a time of calamity in a major metropolitan city's Department of Elevator Inspectors, and Lila Mae Watson, the first black female elevator inspector in the history of the department, is at the center of it. There are two warring factions within the department: the Empiricists, who work by the book and who dutifully check for striations on the winch cable and such; and the Intuitionists, who are simply able to enter the elevator cab in question, meditate, and intuit any defects. <p>Lila Mae is an Intuitionist and, it just so happens, has the highest accuracy rate in the entire department. But when an elevator in a new city building goes into total freefall on Lila Mae's watch, chaos ensues. Sabotage is the obvious explanation: It's an election year in the Elevator Guild, and the good-old-boy Empiricists would love nothing more than to assign the blame to an Intuitionist, and a colored one at that. But Lila Mae is never wrong.<p>The sudden appearance of excerpts from the lost notebooks of Intuitionism's founder, James Fulton, has also caused quite a stir. The notebooks describe Fulton's work on the &quot;black box,&quot; a perfect elevator that could reinvent the city as radically as the first passenger elevator did when patented by Elisha Otis in the nineteenth century. When Lila Mae goes underground to investigate the crash, she becomes involved in the search for the portions of the notebooks that are still missing and uncovers a secret that will change her life forever.<p>In the tradition of Ralph Ellison, Colson Whitehead artfully crosses back and forth over racial, political, and aesthetic borders, and turns just about every contemporary movement, institution, and industry on its head. <em>The Intuitionist</em>'s sidesplitting humor is accompanied by a sobering examination of race--how it causes the characters in this story to act and what it causes them to believe about themselves and other people. Beautifully written, wildly imaginative, and starring one of the most lovable heroines of all time, The Intuitionist promises to be one of the most talked-about novels of the year. </p></p></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[<blockquote>Some nicknames Empiricists have for their renegade colleagues: swamis, voodoo men, juju heads, witch doctors, Harry Houdinis. All terms belonging to the nomenclature of dark exotic, the sinister foreign...some counter nicknames from the Intuitionists; flat earthers, or nuts and bolts, stress freaks....</blockquote><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/63622601">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[It took me a while to get into this book and to finish it, which is strange since it is not that long, but it was worth it. I couldn't help but think about how I would feel about this book if Obama had not been elected; it is a powerful story about race set against this surreal world (1950's maybe) ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/62841007">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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