Raped by a Gorilla

The Bonfire of the VanitiesI wish I was Sherman McCoy— a $1,000,000-a-year Wall Street investment banker. I wish I was living in Park Avenue with an obedient socialite wife, a charming prep school daughter and an astronomical New York circle. Riiiiight.

In Tom Wolfe’s The Bonfire of the Vanities, I’ve learned that being so rich, so goddamm rich is no less frustrating than, well, being so poor, so goddmamm poor. Sherman— the zenith of every young urban professional in the 80s, who has lived a life one could only imagine— can spend attachés of dollars for just a pair shoe… laces! Just when you thought he was in cloud nine, guess again. After he’s fished a “hot ticket” mistress (again, why are the ladies always the troublemaker?), he was dragged into a scandal of capitalism, racism and prejudice.

JUDY MCCOY: Investment banking s an unusual field. I don’t know if there is any way you can explain it to anyone under twenty. Or perhaps under thirty.

A Master of the Universe, the young Sherman was, of course! Along Bruckner Boulevard, his Mercedes-Benz skidded Henry Lamb, a chaste black Bronx teenager, to a coma! Now it became a tremendous state issue! it turned into a paradox, “Is a black life worth less than a white life?” as told by Alfred Vogel in the book.

Technically, the wordiness of the book kinda was a turn-off but then again, the incredible wit of Wolfe was outstandingly satisfying. Some crime-drama novel! Four stars for One Good Book a Week – week three!


Now, ask yourself? Are you a racist? I know I am. I don’t realize the reason on why having South Asians, and a little of the Southwest Asians in the company— or worse, in the country— is my ultimate horror. I think their cultures are great, especially since they bore Mesopotamian and Tigris-Euphrates-ian civilizations but… Maybe I was a mercenary hired against their region/s in my past life/lives… but… I seriously do not know why! Dammit!

I remember my notorious broadcast communication professor who was a racist against Jews and Afros. (He fondly called them “a strain in the eyes” when they appeared in movies.) One time, he was in New York when a black guy begged for some money from him. My prejudiced professor cried in Spanish, “No! I do not speak Spanish!” which drove the poor stranger to his wits.

When he would be showed with displease by my girl classmates saying, “Sir, ang samaaaa niyo,” he would then reply, “Bakit, kung kayo ba, gusto niyong magkaasawa at magkaanak ng negro? Gugustuhin niyo ba?” My classmates could only deliver impish smiles, as the professor would declare in his signature baritone, “Who’s the racist now?”


About barrycyrus

Hi, I'm Barry Viloria, 21 and not a blogger. I occasionally bitch about what's hot, what's not, what's life-threatening and what's Blake Lively wearing but I refuse to be called a "blogger." That's it.

Posted on July 11, 2009, in Books and Literature and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. For next week’s assignment, he asked us to research on antisemitism and discrimination against African Americans.

    He said there was a reason why the world… disliked Jews and Negroes.

  2. It is a crazy notion to dislike people because of their races. It’s madness to hate the whole race because of their roots, history or someone from them tainting mankind or whatever.

    Your professor is a racist, and so as those who replied him with impish smiles (racists in denial).

  3. I never thought being rich can be that complicated. now im having second thoughts if i want to be like one. HAHAHAHA joke.. sino ba namang ayaw maging mayaman dba? LOLZ

    anyways everybody can be racist at times. were just too ideal to even notice it.

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