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I’ve been failing at ‘father’ for years without even realizing I could claim the title.” Photo. Mat Johnson Credit Michael Stravato for The New York Times Claiming that title is what “Loving Day” is largely about.
In Philadelphia Warren meets Tal, the teenage daughter he never knew he had: “It’s a white girl. My white girl. It’s my black girl who looks like a white girl with a tan and a bad hair day.” They move into the decrepit haunted house together, where Warren turns father and racial-identity therapist, schooling Tal with gems like “There’s Team White, and there’s Team Black, O.K.?
You probably didn’t even know you were on Team White before, most of Team White’s members never do. They just think they’re ‘normal.’ ”.
Loving Day by Mat Johnson From the author of the critically beloved Pym comes a ruthlessly comic and moving tale of a man discovering a lost daughter, confronting an elusive ghost, and stumbling onto the possibility of utopia. “In the ghetto there is a mansion, and it is my father’s house.” Warren Duffy has returned to America for all the worst reasons: His marriage to a beautiful Welsh woman has come apart; his comics shop in Cardiff has failed; and his Irish American father has died, bequeathing to Warren his last possession, a roofless, half-renovated mansion in the heart of black Philadelphia. On his first night in his new home, Warren spies two figures outside in the grass. When he screws up the nerve to confront them, they disappear. The next day he encounters ghosts of a different kind: In the face of a teenage girl he meets at a comics convention he sees the mingled features of his white father and his black mother, both now dead.