Interesting article in the Washington Post here.
My thoughts on this issue are kind of confused and probably rambly and a bit stupid. To answer my own question, though: I have no idea how white my reading world is at the moment, because I couldn’t care less. The writer’s resolve to only read racial minorities for a year is admirable in many ways, but it’s curiously focused and not for me.
When I pick up a book, I honestly don’t pay much attention to the author. I’ve read books by what I assumed were American authors, only to find out the author was British or from places further afield. I’ve read books I assumed were written by a woman, but were written by a man, and vice-versa. I’ve reviewed several books where I don’t actually know which gender the writer even is, and I don’t know what gender they identify as, either. If the book looks good, I’ll read it.