Ammunition for admonishment

Yesterday found time for a lengthy segue into the Arabian Nights and the now Disney-sterile tale of Aladdin. It is a compelling story and it was N that pointed out its extravagant racist attitude towards jews. I found such rather prominent in a text rife with stereotypes. I don't know a great deal about Burton except for his proclivities of the flesh but I am curious now about, other, opinions. It was then with a certain symmetry that the copy of Greene's Orient Express arrived this afternoon, a centennial edition, featuring an introduction by Christopher Hitchens. Hitch is operating in second gear on this one, chagrined perhaps, that he was asked to for a contribution to an "entertainment" and not one of Greene's weightier tomes. Who knows? Christopher makes a great deal about the irony that the film version failed, given its composition was nearly exclusively for the screen; Hitchens then spends the final third of the introduction defending Greene from untimely (the novel was published in 1931) anti-semitism. In between these efforts I have managed a healthy meal of the Waugh and I am still uncertain of its arc, I have thought that Sebastian Flyte will fulfill the tragedy of both his names, but i am not sure how this will absorb the remaining two hundred pages. We shall see.