Framed as a letter to Coates’s writing students at Howard University, and it is not a monograph about Palestine but a meditation on the relationship between aesthetics and politics, as well as a kind of travelogue ... This is a book that asks to be evaluated as a piece of writing, and I will pay it the homage of holding it to the standard it sets for itself. In its guise as an aesthetic effort, it is not entirely successful ... It does not unearth new information, or paint much of a portrait of the places Coates visits. It is an aesthetic treatise and a compilation of personal reflections ... Frustratingly abstract, full of personal revelations and grand pronouncements without much in the way of concrete (or especially stylish) observation.
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