My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This was hard to read in multiple ways. It was difficult subject matter. The format was in an intimate letter to the author’s son. It didn’t have much imbedded white space for brain breaks. Because of all this, I honestly only read about 2/3 of it. I do think the subject matter is important and having this perspective– that of the African American male– on growing up and coming of age an important one to have in the American literary canon. I can also understand why this was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize. It just wasn’t for me. It didn’t hold my attention. Not to say it was boring. No. It was more akin to when I read Brown’s Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee last year. It cut to the core. The topic requires serious contemplation, but the lack of white space didn’t allow me to contemplate where I needed to. So I had to put it down. I am glad I read of it what I did though.