A Man in Full
Tom Wolfe, 1998
Atlanta in the 1990s: a debt-laden developer, a Black lawyer nicknamed Too White, and a city where status is everything. Wolfe's comic anatomy of money, race and self-invention.
Tom Wolfe
Tom Wolfe reported in a white suit and wrote every first draft in longhand. He was 68 when A Man in Full appeared, eleven years after The Bonfire of the Vanities.
Feels like wonder, ambition and joy.
The shock of seeing youth from the wrong side of a windshield.
Roger Too White — and in that moment this old nickname of his, Roger Too White, which he had been stuck with ever since Morehouse, came bubbling up, uninvited, into his own brain — Roger Too White stared through the windshield of his Lexus, astonished. Out the passenger-side window of a screaming-red Chevrolet Camaro just ahead of him, in the lane to his left, shot one leg of a pair of fiercely pre-faded blue jeans. A girl. He could tell it was a girl because of the little caramel-colored foot that protruded from the jeans, shod only in the merest of sandals. Then, much faster than it would take to tell it, out the window came her hip, her little bottom, her bare midriff, her tube top, her wide shoulders, her long wavy black hair with its heavenly auburn sheen. Youth! She hadn’t even bothered to open the door. Books by Tom Wolfe
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