Literary mystery here:
Prior to 1990, when Barack Obama contracted to write Dreams From My Father, he had written very close to nothing. Then, five years later, this untested 33 year-old produced what Time Magazine has called — with a straight face — “the best-written memoir ever produced by an American politician.”
The public is asked to believe Obama wrote Dreams From My Father on his own, almost as though he were some sort of literary idiot savant. I do not buy this canard for a minute, not at all. Writing is as much a craft as, say, golf. To put this in perspective, imagine if a friend played a few rounds in the high 90s and then a few years later, without further practice, made the PGA Tour. It doesn’t happen.
And yet, given the biases of the literary establishment, no reviewer of note has so much as questioned Obama’s role in the writing, then or now. As the New York Times gushed, Obama was “that rare politician who can write . . . and write movingly and genuinely about himself.” These accolades matter all the more because Obama has built his political persona around his presumably superior intellect, Dreams being exhibit A.
The rest of it is here. With yet more here, beginning,
Evidence continues to mount . . .
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Most things concerning Obama seem to boil down to race. Criticizing Obama or questioning any part of his life brings forth accusations of racism. Not to like what Obama stands for must mean that we just can’t bring ourselves to vote for a black man. Questioning whether Barack Obama had the skills or the ability to write “Dream From My Father” likewise speaks of racism. Many fear being called racists and they deny to themselves the obvious to prove otherwise.