Dreams from my Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance
Posted April 5, 2008
I put off reading this for a long time, basically because of too many other interests competing for my time, and because of a native distrust of hype.
Having tucked into it the other day and quickly finding myself unable to put it down, I must say, however, that that this is one of the most astonishingly well-written – meaning both stylistically limpid and honest – memoirs I have come across for a very long time.
I’ll add some favorite excerpts here shortly.
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