This is a near perfect book with striking language – Colson Whitehead’s metaphors are worth pausing over and re-reading. He writes such gems as “In person he is too flesh, a handful of raw meat. Dogs have been known to follow him, optimistic.”
Centering around the elevators we all must ride in to rise up, quite literally, allows for allegory on so many levels – the concept’s brilliance comes from its simplicity. A black female elevator inspector tries make it in a white elevator inspector’s world, intuitionist trying to make it in a rationalist’s world, all of us built up on top of each other in these big cities waiting to take the ride up to that next level.
I think this is a book that kids will be reading in high school in America when all of us are long gone.