From NYT: "Forget, for a moment, the ubiquitous comparisons to James Baldwin: Though fitting in many ways, they can distract us from how original Coates’s book truly is. Structured as a letter to his teenage son, this slender, urgent volume — a searching exploration of what it is to grow up black in a country built on slave labor and “the destruction of black bodies” — rejects fanciful abstractions in favor of the irreducible and particular. Coates writes to his son with a cleareyed realism about the beautiful and terrible struggle that inheres in flesh and bone."
Report
Absolutely amazing. It felt like coming from the heart, which it obviously was but also from some deeply and long time held pain. Will probably pick it up again in a couple of months, just to understand what true pain is.
THE EDGY TAB
My Octocat by Github