It was reviewed in the NYTimes today: “In one of the book’s most affecting moments, Mr. Gonzalez Gallego, whose legs are paralyzed, describes rolling off his bed and crawling – there isn’t a wheelchair in the entire home – to the bathroom, the nurses indifferent to his calls for help.
“But I’m going to write about other things,” Mr. Gonzalez Gallego announces early in the novel. Indeed, “White on Black” is remarkably short on self-pity and moral outrage, filled instead with simply delivered anecdotes of improvised survival and the friendships that enabled him to persevere.”
I wonder if it speaks to the heroic desire to put people with disabilities on a pedestal? It might. Yet, it also seems to illustrate the excesses of systemic oppression.