Monk pens
My Pafology, a satire on the so-called “ghetto” literature he so loathes, to work through his frustration over his ongoing financial woes and the repeat rejections he receives from publishing houses. But as the saying goes, all jokes contain at least a kernel of truth. Along these lines, the reader shouldn’t interpret
My Pafology as merely a cynical, satirical expression of Monk’s ire at the publishing industry—it must also be considered as a reflection of Monk’s real thoughts and feelings about race, racial identity in America, and his various other interpersonal conflicts.