The gatekeepers of American culture who
think American literature is dying as their worlds hip hop to a start can find
consolation in Mat Johnson’s Pym: A Novel (New York: Spiegel & Grau,
2010). The book extends the olive branch
of hope. It is evidence of things not
seen. If the gatekeepers have not been
convinced to stop playing at being Melchizedek by Garry Will’s Why Priests? : A
Failed Tradition (New York: Viking, 2013), Pym will teach them the errors of
their ways.
Pym restores the centrality of Edgar
Allan Poe’s only novel, Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym (1838), in American
Studies. It confirms that white cannot
possess “the perfect whiteness of snow” without a drop of black. “Whatever twentieth-century ‘whites’ think
about ‘blacks,’ according to Joseph R. Urgo’s Novel Frames: Literature as Guide
to Race, Sex, and History in American Culture (Jackson: University Press of
Mississippi, 1991), “they owe their existence ---politically and culturally,
and in many cases, genetically --- to those same black drops”(19).


