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  <date_added>Mon Aug 24 16:45:52 -0700 2009</date_added>
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    <body><![CDATA[I completely understand many people's gut reaction of disgust and rejection of the very premise of this book. Yes, David Lurie is a revulsive character and the way he thinks and talks about women makes my stomach churn. I have the same reaction when I think about the very recent history of South Africa, and as an immigrant who left before Apartheid was over, I have vivid memories and learned histories of the dynamics Coetzee describes. Part of the reason I have never returned is that not much has changed, unfortunately. In fact in many ways, the daily violence is worse and I'd say many folks there live with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, aggravated all the time by repeated vioelence. This book is painful, because it describes a painful reality. Perhaps it is harder to understand without that context, but very much unfortunately, South Africa has a history laden with the intersecting opressions of race, class and gender all exaggerated by the way things have played out post-Apartheid. The sexism expressed through David's eyes is a selfish, narcissistic brand of hyper-machismo that is/was par for the course there. <br/><br/>However, I feel that this book has the same impact one me as studying a horrific historical event; the horror of it all makes you want to avert your eyes or avoid the subject, but you look on first because you're riveted by your aversion and then you continue reading/learning because you want to fathom just how on earth such a terrible thing could occur, hoping to learn at least something of value and perhaps be redeemed by that slight glimmer of hope.<br/><br/>Coetzee offers no answers, however, and the book is incredibly painful from start to finish. Disgrace is the most apropos title ever - you feel it throughout reading, as if you're witnessing something you really should look away from. <br/><br/>]]></body>
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