She was angelically attractive. And devilishly distraught. When Lt Maciejewski came to the door of her apartment in the Europejski Hotel, he discreetly wiped the muddy toe of his shoe on the back of his cuff.
“I’ve been called to broken safes before,” he said, kissing her perfumed hand. “But this is the first safe I’ve seen so tightly closed.”
She smiled. She kept her distance; she
Mohsin Hamid has created a literary world where people are no longer divided by skin color. But The Last White Man is neither fairytale nor dystopia. Instead, it is a meditation on how intimacy is developed between people.
A big, unnamed city in modern America. Anders, a young man who works as a personal trainer, wakes up one day to discover that his skin has become Black. He fell asleep a white man; in the morning he doesn’t recognize himself. His face, hair, and hands—even his genitals—look different. Nothing is left of the old Anders apart from his gender, height, and personality. He still feels like himself, although he is someone else entirely. His first reaction to this metamorphosis is shock, then fear kicks in. Anders stops going to work and only leaves his house to buy essentials.
