Dearth of a Black salesman

For one of my final school essays, I chose to analyse a whisper of a book. Upon confirming my choice, I found out that my teacher hadn’t heard of A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood and would take the night to read it. Having already planned the essay, I returned to his office nervously the following day and blurted out, “it’s my favourite book!” He frowned at me then said: “I think it’s mine now, too.” The book was a perfect choice.