Postmodernism is a publisher’s dream. Copy out “Don Quixote” verbatim and you get a cultural reinterpretation, joked Jorge Luis Borges; give an old book a new cover and you get a tribal reclamation, proclaim the editors of this Race in the Americas imprint.
The result — doctoral theses aside — is a new edition of Onoto Watanna’s “Miss Nume of Japan.” It is a pretty little fin-de-siecle romance about an American encounter with the Orient, filled of course with plenty of ugly racial stereotyping.
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