If you are angry about Jeanine Cummins' novel "American Dirt," that is perfectly fine.
If you are one of the people threatening Cummins and threatening booksellers for carrying her book, that is not fine. That is not even close to fine. I don't care how angry you are.
During the two weeks since "American Dirt" was published, the uproar has gotten louder and louder. I think it's tremendous when people are reading books and arguing over books and books are smack in the middle of the cultural conversation.
But it is not OK for Cummins' publisher to have to cancel her book tour out of fear for her safety. Do I have to tell you that's wrong? OK: That's wrong.
There was a lot of buzz around "American Dirt" from the beginning, a novel about a Mexican woman who flees a murdering drug cartel with her son and tries to get to the American border. Will she make it? Will the United States let her in? What could be more timely?
I don't think anyone has said it's high literature — more that it's a gripping page-turner that shines a light on what migrants at our southern border are enduring.
It was named an Oprah book. The book's publisher, Flatiron, set up an extensive tour (including to Excelsior on Feb. 7 — now canceled) and then everything hit the fan.
The backlash first came from critics who were furious that Cummins is not Mexican. She is part Puerto Rican, but Puerto Rican is not Mexican, and ethnicities are not interchangeable, and that was the first problem.