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Lawrence Otis Graham gives a pretentious, shallow, and rather obnoxious portrayal of the 1900s black elite. Reading this book in 2016 seems outdated and almost silly. Debutante cotillions. Million-dollar homes. Summers in Martha's Vineyard. Membership in the Links, Jack & Jill, Deltas, Boule, and AKAs. For the black elite, there was/is an obsession with the right schools, families, social clubs, and skin complexion. Does this really still apply? Perhaps. But the black upper middle class has expanded so much that some of the key concepts such as generations of Morehouse men in your family if you live in Atlanta or how many summers you've spent at Sag Harbor are so stale. The last few chapters on black elite in various cities was a yawnfest. I feel sorry for the uppity and exaggerated superiority views of some of the interviewees in the book. It seems plain silly to only want to be amongst snobby black folks all the time. Sad actually.