Where’s Whitey?

A friend and I were recently talking about indie music, indie lit, and whiteness. Again. The former we talk about a lot. The latter less so. The former is written about more than a bit. The latter, not so much, or not as much. In our latest discussion of the former, he reminded me of an October 22, 2007 article from the New Yorker, “A Paler Shade of White: How indie rock lost its soul,” by Sasha Frere-Jones. Rereading it, I thought of the latter, that if you swap out rock and roll for poetry, change the references appropriately, the thesis holds. Read it here.