The Message

Coates (Between the World and Me) delivers an incandescent rebuke of journalists—including himself—for parroting ideological narratives that reify Palestine’s oppression. The book opens deceptively low-key, as an almost laconic rumination on the political nature of storytelling—a theme Coates weaves into recollections of an emotional visit he made to his ancestral homeland in Senegal, his radical Black father’s intellectual commitment to the idea of a “return to Africa,” and the banning of Between the World and Me in a North Carolina school district where he encountered white allies whose argument in the book’s favor struck him as particularly clear-eyed: that there is need to hear many stories, not just one. This all crescendos to a devastating second half, in which Coates, beginning with a mea culpa for an uncritical defense of Israel that he embedded in his 2014 essay “The Case for Reparations,” suggests that storytelling of an ideological nature—even his own and his own family’s—elides too much, and that what is ultimately needed to arrive at justice is fact-based reporting. Coates then shifts into a more journalistic style, giving a straightforward, harrowing account of a 10-day visit he made to Palestine that minces no words (“I would sooner hear a defense of cannibalism than I would of what I saw with my own eyes in Hebron”). This is an incendiary shot fired over the bow of America’s mainstream journalistic establishment. (Oct.)