Paul Bowles and Eurocentric Art

I am watching "Let it Come Down," the documentary about Paul Bowles. I think Bowles was of the most underrated writers of the 20th century. I discovered his writing when I was a teenager and I found his short stories and novels to be unlike anything else. His work reads like a mixture of European/African frontier desert mysticism. I am fascinated by this quadruple consciousness of him and white queer writers from America and Europe living in Tangiers in the 1950s while it was under international rule. From Bowles, to William Burroughs, Jack Kerouac, Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Joe Orton, Allan Ginsberg Gore Vidal, and many other Broadway writers and novelist were flowing into Northern Africa during a time when it was dirt cheap to live there, you could have servants, and sex tourism was booming (particularly sex with underage prostitutes). I imagine it was very idyllic for ppl having to the power advantage of culture, race, nationality, class, and sexuality in an area filled with poor brown people. Maybe it wasn't complete exploitation (many of these men were outcasts in their own country due to their lower class and sexuality), but it was probably partial exploitation combined with a surreal psycho-sexual culture clash. It's noted that Black writers like James Baldwin and Lorraine Hansberry could not write in Northern Africa under colonial conditions, but felt more comfortable in France where their triple consciousness was to their advantage (and there was no sexual exploitation factored into their work). I wonder if this sort of debauched freedom for whites is a psychological subtextual requirement for great Euro-centric art b/c European consciousness has its foundation in colonialism and slavery. And if you remove that anchor of colonialism, the white male is unmoored and unable to tap into these deep roots. It should be noted that Michel Houellebecq is probably one of the greatest living European writers and he is completely unapologetic in his racism, anti-Muslim sentiment, and misogyny. His stories wallow in old-world thinking like a pig in shit. Back in the 1950s and 1960s Tangier, there was a European arts explosion: from Beatnik poetry, to Broadway musical, Capote's first novels, and one of the greatest novels of the 20th century: Paul Bowles' "The Sheltering Sky." It flowed out of these pockets. It's a paradox similar to knowing that most of the structural wonders of the world owe their existence to some form of slavery, exploitation, and extreme cruelty.