"To simultaneously take stock of research on prejudice and mark the 50th anniversary of Gordon Allport's The Nature of Prejudice, a prolific group of 44 authors collaborated to produce a set of reviews that will surely guide the next 50 years of prejudice research. The resulting book, On the Nature of Prejudice: Fifty Years After Allport, reveals such a rich sense of dialogue, cooperation, and thoughtful regard for posterity that it reads like no ordinary academic text. Words like "wide-ranging, " "respectful, " "scholarly, " "comprehensive, " and "truly ground-breaking" came to mind as I read deliberations about why Allport's work remains so influential today, the new insights that have emerged in the field, and potential directions for future investigations. " PsycCRITIQUES "This outstanding volume is more than just a well-written and entertaining homage to the work of Gordon Allport, arguably one of the most influential and insightful students of prejudice in the 20th century. In addition, this book has managed to assemble most of the leading scholars in the field and induce them to think clearly and succinctly about our present state of knowledge and to sketch out the several theoretical issues that remain to be clarified by future research.
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