I just finished this PHENOMENAL book鈥搒eriously, probably THE best autobiography I鈥檝e ever laid my hands on! It鈥檚 now in vogue鈥搕he coolest new trend鈥揻oI just finished this PHENOMENAL book鈥搒eriously, probably THE best autobiography I鈥檝e ever laid my hands on! It鈥檚 now in vogue鈥搕he coolest new trend鈥揻or people to write a book about their lives, and I respect that trend for allowing us to read more TRUE, REAL stories about REAL people. BUT, Becoming is the first autobiography I鈥檝e ever felt I鈥檝e truly connected with, learned from and became a better person for having read it. Within these pages, I both saw myself and re-found myself within Michelle Obama鈥檚 narrative; I saw myself in her story and have truly learned a few life changing lessons from this 421-page journey she鈥檚 shared with us. It is a rare thing, indeed, for me to be able to say that about any book鈥攖hat I identified with the words, felt the words in a heartfelt way and came away changed because of those series of words on a page that had been so thoughtfully and candidly laid out.
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I had the honor of going to see Michelle Obama on her book tour at her Washington D.C. stop the Sunday after Thanksgiving. (In an ironic full circle of events in my experience with this book, I went to see her speak with a friend I met here on 欧宝娱乐 who has become a very close friend of mine.) Michelle Obama was鈥verything. She was witty and frankly hilarious; she was open and forthright; she was graceful and dignified, a true orator and inspiration.
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The tickets to this event sold out within hours--a completely filled arena, pictured above as it is starting to fill.
Both in her book and in her talks, she speaks openly about what it was like to be a young black girl from the South Side of Chicago鈥攄uring the time when whites were fleeing the area and poverty seemed to be creeping its way in鈥攖o becoming a young woman at Princeton, unsure of her footing in the new social climate but still clinging to her rigidly drawn-up plan and schedule for her life (of which becoming First Lady was never a part).
I鈥檇 constructed my existence carefully, tucking and folding every loose and disorderly bit of it鈥 had labored over its creation. I was proud of how it looked. But it was delicate. If one corner came untucked, I might discover that I was restless. If another popped loose, it might reveal I was uncertain about the professional path I鈥檇 so deliberately put myself on, about all the things I told myself I wanted.
She walks us through graduating from college and enduring the loss of one of her best friends to an aggressive cancer at the young age of 26 years old and how this changed her outlook on the world and her path through it. Within these pages you鈥檒l learn how she first met Barack Obama, a man who would change her world and ours in so many ways鈥攈ow he arrived at work late that first day she was to mentor him, wet from the rainy day outside but still sure of himself and confident in a way that spoke of humility. From IVF to being a senator鈥檚 wife to the horrible shock of how dirty and personal politics can turn, Michelle Obama gives us an insightful glimpse into her journey into and out of the White House, her personal trek into becoming the icon she is today鈥攁 label she still humbly finds bewildering but that she has learned to hone for the betterment of our nation and the society-focused programs she has championed.
Throughout it all, Michelle Obama鈥檚 outlook is optimistic, her voice clear, witty, candid and insightful. How did she feel the first time she experienced life inside of the presidential motorcade? What fears did she have of exposing her daughters to the 鈥渕aw鈥� of public life? And how did she accommodate her outlook on politics 鈥�
I鈥檝e never been a fan of politics, and my experience over the last ten years has done little to change that. I continue to be put off by the nastiness鈥攖he tribal segregation of red and blue, this idea that we鈥檙e supposed to choose one side and stick to it, unable to listen and compromise, or sometimes even to be civil.
鈥揳nd her negative experience within the whirlwind of it鈥�
A Fox news chyron referred to me as 鈥淥bama鈥檚 Baby Mama,鈥� conjuring cliched notions of black-ghetto America, implying an otherness that put me outside even my own marriage. I was getting worn out, not physically, but emotionally. The punches hurt, even if I understood that they had little to do with who I really was as a person. It was as if there were some cartoon version of me out there wreaking havoc, a woman I kept hearing about but didn鈥檛 know鈥攁 too-tall, too-forceful, ready-to-emasculate Godzilla of a political wife named Michelle Obama.
鈥搕o achieve what she has, and with such grace, for our nation, the Democratic party, for children and for people (girls and women especially) of color?
Just as the discerning look at the viciousness of American politics will enrage you and make you question the leaders we鈥檝e elected to power, so will Michelle Obama鈥檚 experience with the other side of her First Lady journey, the experience with the purity of spirit of genuinely good people鈥攏o matter their political affiliations, nationality or socio-economic status鈥攎ove you.
One day in San Antonio, Texas, I noticed a minor commotion in the hallway of the military hospital I was visiting. Nurses shuffled urgently in and out of the room I was about to enter. 鈥淗e won鈥檛 stay in bed,鈥� I heard someone whisper. Inside, I found a broad-shouldered young man from rural Texas who had multiple injuries and whose body had been severely burned. He was in clear agony, tearing off the bedsheets and trying to slide his feet to the floor. It took us all a minute to understand what he was doing. Despite his pain, he was trying to stand up and salute the wife of his commander in chief.
As I read Becoming, I HAD to read it with a pen and highlighter in hand, hence why it took me so long to complete it. I had to savor every word, go back and re-read passages. Just today, as I was nearing the epilogue, a woman sitting next to me asked, 鈥淲hat are you studying?鈥� I turned the book over and told her, 鈥淢ichelle Obama鈥檚 Becoming.鈥� I hope that gives you an idea of the intensity and connection with which I read this book. To say that I highly recommend this book to any and everyone鈥攅specially to American women, women of color and people who have felt persecuted or 鈥渙thered鈥� by their upbringings or the color of their skin鈥攚ould be a clear understatement. There is so much truth and integrity and raw emotion to be pointed out in this autobiography, but to do so here would be to write a whole book about the marvels of this book. What I will say is that Becoming earned an easy 5 stars before I鈥檇 even finished the preface and continued in its discerning excellence thereafter. There is truly something within these pages for everyone because, as Michelle Obama so elegantly states:
I鈥檓 an ordinary person who found herself on an extraordinary journey. In sharing my story, I hope to help create space for other stories and other voices, to widen the pathway for who belongs and why鈥t鈥檚 not about being perfect. It鈥檚 not about where you get yourself in the end. There鈥檚 power in allowing yourself to be known and heard, in owning your unique story, in using your authentic voice. And there鈥檚 grace in being willing to know and hear others. This, for me, is how we become.
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I will be surrounded by dudes like this for the rest of my life. White boys andSee my EXCLUSIVE interview with the author, Sam Graham-Felsen here!
I will be surrounded by dudes like this for the rest of my life. White boys and white girls who grew up behind whitewashed fences, who grew up with no idea, for the rest of my life. The force preordained it: Not only will I be surrounded by them, I will become one of them, the thing I hate and can鈥檛 escape. Not a white boy or a whitey or a white b*tch, but a white person.
If you鈥檙e looking for a way to start your new year out right, Green is absolutely the way to go. Prepare yourself to be transported by a distinctive voice and a story line that screams with authenticity. More than authentic鈥攊t was one that mirrored what middle school was like for me in the 90s: the same cliques, the same typecasts, the same social rules. This novel transported me back to those days, back to those vibrations in the air, to that slang on our tongues, to those priorities in our pre-teen minds and to those questions that plagued our thoughts night and day about the world around us and our place in it.
Picture it (in my Estelle Getty voice): Boston, 1992.
David Greenfeld is one of the only white sixth graders at Martin Luther King Middle School鈥攖he 鈥済hetto鈥� school鈥攚ith no friends, no cool points, and no chance at getting a girl. His Harvard-educated, politically correct, granola parents don鈥檛 understand his pleas to be removed from the school, and there seems to be no end to the social torture in sight. Until. He meets Marlon Wellings, an ultra-smart, Boston Celtics-obsessed, black kid from the projects across the street whose street smarts start to rub off on Dave and who鈥檚 life in the hood and drive to get out of it spark questions in Dave鈥檚 mind he鈥檚 never contemplated before.
In Green, Sam Graham-Felsen gives us a fresh look at the merging of two cultures, literally painting it is a physical intersection of neighborhoods as well as of cultural mores and rules. I couldn鈥檛 help but remember another book I鈥檝e reviewed recently that was also a coming-of-age story with a jumping off point from the 鈥�92 L.A. riots鈥攁nd all the while, I marveled at how much better this story was told, at how much more the voice and experiences rang true. Graham-Felsen brought these characters to life on the page. He gave them hopes and made them my hopes. He made them fall, and I felt the blow myself. And he made them fail, as we all do in life sometimes. It is in those moments that this novel鈥檚 heart is most evident and that its impact slammed into me the hardest.
Through Dave and Marlon, Graham-Felsen explores the color line through the eyes of adolescents still finding themselves amidst the chaos of race relations. What really set this novel apart for me is that he gave us the perspective of the white side of the fence, while still being true to both stories, to both cultures.
In school the next day, Ms. Ansley shows us another installment of this long, made-for-TV movie we鈥檝e been watching called Roots. When she introduced it, she said we needed to know our history, especially after what happened in L.A鈥 hear people shifting in their chairs. The violence is one thing: We all know the wounds are just makeup, the whip鈥檚 just a prop, the loud crack鈥檚 only a sound effect. But the n-word is different. Even if it鈥檚 just acting, it鈥檚 still the real n-word. I鈥檝e heard it ten thousand times鈥ut always with the soft ending. Hearing it with the hard er 鈥akes my face muscles clench up even thinking about it. All that evil, all that power, packed into two tiny syllables.
Then, we have 鈥榯he force.鈥�
As their school year progresses and confrontations are had, as Dave鈥檚 belief in religion is explored and his cross into cultures and upbringings other than his own changes his outlook on his surroundings, he begins to ponder the idea of 鈥榯he force,鈥� his interpretation of race relations around him. He sees it everywhere. It peppers his every interaction with the world around him, and jolts him out of adolescence and into a more adult mindset:
It seemed like the smoke of those riots spread all across the continent, all the way to Boston, like they were looking for their own Reginald Denny, because as far as I could tell they stepped for no other reason than the fact that I was white. But as I ran away鈥 began to wonder if maybe I was looking at them the wrong way, the same way I must have stared at the TV screen when those dudes bundled Denny鈥攁 shook and boggled look that said, You are predators鈥攁nd maybe that made them want to treat me like prey. All summer, I tried to deny the force, but I felt it every time I got checked on my way past the Shaw Homes...And I felt ashamed of that鈥nd yeah, I鈥檝e been feeling ashamed that the force has been with me, pretty much nonstop鈥�
Green was an entertaining read and one that provoked thought. There were moments when I laughed out loud and, yes, even a moment when I cried. There鈥檚 something for everyone within these pages, because we all know at least one of these characters, from the granola do-gooders to that kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Here鈥檚 your chance now to get glimpse into their world. I wouldn鈥檛 be saying enough to say that I highly recommend this book for readers of all sizes, colors and creeds who are ready to open their minds and their outlooks. I even recommend it for all ages, because the cultural boundaries explored within Green are real and not to be ignored. The tragedies of everyday life surrounding us are real and not to be downplayed. And the line between the haves and the have nots, the clueless and the culturally aware, the predators and the prey is real and should never, ever be doubted. 4.5 stars.
*I received a copy of this novel from the publisher, Random House, via Netgalley, in exchange for an honest review.
鈥淲hen a daughter submits to her father鈥檚 will, when a wife submits to her husband, when a woman is a helper to a man, we are worshiping the ancestors 鈥淲hen a daughter submits to her father鈥檚 will, when a wife submits to her husband, when a woman is a helper to a man, we are worshiping the ancestors and their vision.鈥�
Jennie Melamed鈥檚 Gather the Daughters bowled me over in more ways than one. It was haunting, arresting, thought-provoking and confrontational in all the best ways possible. It pressed up against the boundaries of my personal comfort levels - and then pushed passed them. This was a novel with something to say, and Melamed鈥檚 voice carried far, loudly and still resonates in my head as I write this.
In Gather the Daughters, this island is no ordinary island, and these girls live no ordinary lifestyle. Cut off from the mainland (which they鈥檝e been told has burned to the ground, riddled with disease, sin and destruction, never to be habitable again) they live in a dystopian world without realizing that they really don鈥檛. The 鈥渁ncestors鈥� brought their people here as an escape, away from the laws and customs of the mainland, and built their own commandments (the Shalt-Nots) and customs for the people to abide by 鈥� customs which include no access to outside books or knowledge, a social hierarchy where men reign supreme and women are subservient in every possible way, and a land where fathers have a special relationship with their daughters鈥�
In the midst of it all, a handful of girls have the wherewithal to question it all, and those who don鈥檛 suddenly disappear for speaking out band together to find answers鈥�
The first thing I鈥檒l say is that Gather the Daughters is not a read for the faint of heart, but it IS a book for readers who aren鈥檛 afraid to cross a few lines. Jennie Melamed has crafted a novel that both explores and speaks out for the victims of abuse with poeticism, grace and force. She tells their story, paints their woes and harnesses their pain to educate and lend them a voice. The Daughters will push you to your boundaries. It will make you uncomfortable, make you think, make you angry.
鈥淪he bit Garret Jacob badly when he tried to slide fingers over her breast in the night, waking to him cradling a bleeding palm and glaring at her. Embarrassed and guilty, she apologized and let him do whatever he wanted with her later 鈥� acts she was pretty sure the ancestors would have disapproved of.鈥�
With this novel, Melamed addresses the effects of rape culture on its survivors and on its observers. But, it is so much more than that. Gather the Daughters is an exploration of cult mentality and the tools used on its subjects to maintain the status quo and power the cult forward, of patriarchal rule and oppression, of the burdens of womanhood, of the will we have to survive and of what happens when we lose that will and succumb to the influence of others. It is an exploration of the darkness within us all and of an extreme patriarchal system of oppression not unlike how many women live today.
鈥淚f everyone does it, it can鈥檛 be too bad, right?鈥�
(I can only imagine someone said something similar just before drinking the Jonestown punch in 鈥�78.)
From the very first page I was drawn in with one of the most haunting and arresting prologues I鈥檝e read in a long time. Admittedly, there were times when the writing was too flowery in a way that took away from the poeticism of the novel rather than adding to it, so that what Melamed was trying to convey was nearly lost, but that never overshadowed the evocativeness of this atmosphere she painted for us. This world was complete. I felt it, lived it, was part of it, a difficult feat that Melamed surmounted with ease. Their world was all encompassing and the tension of their cult-like existence against the backdrop of the 鈥淲astelands鈥� was palpable. This novel started out of the gates with a bang garnishing an easy five stars, but the second half of the novel slowed a bit, while still offering morsels for thought, earning Jennie Melamed鈥檚 Gather the Daughters a very strong 4 stars overall. ****
...his mother did not like him to play with niggers. She had explained to him the difference between colored people and niggers. They were easily iden...his mother did not like him to play with niggers. She had explained to him the difference between colored people and niggers. They were easily identifiable. Colored people were neat and quiet; niggers were dirty and loud...The line between colored and nigger was not always clear; subtle and telltale signs threatened to erode it, and the watch had to be constant.
While I was not the biggest fan of Morrison's style in this novel, I did fully appreciate the dagger-sharp insight that she brought to the color caste system that is so prevalent in African-American culture, even today. Her dialogue rang so true, I could hear it coming directly out of my mother's mouth, my grandmother's mouth, and those of all of the women who've ever filled our kitchens with raucous communal fun and glum communal tragedy alike. Her use of the Dick & Jane children's books, used for decades to teach children to read (SEEMOTHERMOTHERISVERYNICEMOTHERWILLYOUPLAYWITHJANEMOTHERLAUGHSLAUGHMOTHERLAUGHLA) created a chilling, ironic and staggering contrast between the lives of the whites and those of the blacks in this novel. Shirley Temple, Mary Jane candies, and Jean Harlow hairstyles - you'll find the delicacy of all of them here, both in these characters' reality and in metaphor. While the truth and injustices here were often sobering to read, they were filled with too much truth to rightfully deny or turn away from.
I could spend hours discussing this novel. I could quote from it all day, but I won't do that, because the entire read was poignant and so crisply aware of the color line - the how and the why - that there is no one point that can overshadow another in the message that these words aimed to send. This novel is older than I am, and yet it still rings with such verity, with such biting truth and reality. With The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison cut open the existence of both internalized and externalized racism in America and laid it bare and exposed at our feet. For that, she deserves nothing but reverence and applause, so she will always have that from me.
Anyone who's ever been in doubt of a color line in Black America should read this book. Anyone who's ever questioned, "But why can't I say those words when you say them all the time? But why do you still believe that racism exists? Why can't you just get over it - the past is the past?" should read this book. In fact, just read this book anyway - how about that? :) ...more
Wow, WHAT a read! I can definitely see why this novel has been hailed an all-time pop culture classic! I loved absolutely every minute of this book anWow, WHAT a read! I can definitely see why this novel has been hailed an all-time pop culture classic! I loved absolutely every minute of this book and I wish I could find more contemporary novels with the vim, wit, and insight that this book offered! This will always have a place on my shelf and will always be one of my all-time favorites! (Funny how my all-time favs this year have been classics rather than contemporaries, eh?) I highly recommend this book to all women, particularly those "coming of age" in their 20s-30s. You'll find something to love, empathize with and root for in all of these women!
鈥淎ll men are created equal, unless we decide you are not a man.鈥�
I was really looking forward to this read! I had an interesting relation3.5 stars
鈥淎ll men are created equal, unless we decide you are not a man.鈥�
I was really looking forward to this read! I had an interesting relationship with The Intuitionist, having read it in college and not quite grasped it then came back to it later and enjoyed it more. I love everything that Colson Whitehead is about (and I hope to read Zone One soon), but this particular foray into his work turned out to be a little less than a love affair for me.
The Underground Railroad starts on the Randall plantation in Georgia around 1812. This plantation is an amalgamation of every horror and tragedy you鈥檝e ever heard of about slavery. Slaves are beaten and raped for amusement, even on display for the entertainment of guests sipping lemonade; attempts at fleeing from bondage or bucking the system are (often arbitrarily) met with public displays of execution, from being strung up and castrated to a good ole-fashioned tarring and feathering. Life on the plantation is as rough for women鈥攚ho are used as breeders for more slaves, hence more money, and are constantly at the mercy of male appetites, both from those in the ivory tower and those in the fields鈥攁s it is for the laboring men. In the midst of it all, Cora, a stray who鈥檚 gained a bit of a scarlet letter because her mother fled the plantation and left her behind years back, starts her long journey to freedom one quiet night with nothing but a sack of unripe turnips, two companions and the North Star as their guide. But the untold horrors that she will face ahead of her on this trek will sometimes rival those that she left behind. With a bounty on her head and dreams of education and freedom beckoning her forward, she will stop through a slew of Southern states鈥攁ll with their own systems of Southern justice and oppression鈥攁nd find herself on Whitehead鈥檚 re-envisaged Underground Railroad.
Within these pages, you鈥檒l embark on a re-imagined historical truth that could only be a creation of Colson Whitehead. Here, the Underground Railroad is鈥攇et this鈥攁n actual train (or a single, rickety locomotive, but you get the point), complete with a conductor. At times that term is more allegorical than actual, but even the conductors have their own pasts that, at times, ensnare Cora in their trap-like grasp. Human sterilization to control the growth of the Negro population (which, in some states, "problematically" rivals the numbers of the white population), blackface, and the Tuskegee Project are all touched on here, are all experienced by our heroine in some periphery of her journey.
Those are the goodie takeaways.
Now for my qualms. This novel would鈥檝e been better served being written in first person, for Cora鈥檚 chapters at the very least. This is a harrowing journey, a terrifying trek into the unknown for a young woman who has never been outside of the confines of the Randall Plantation for her entire life. She鈥檚 never worked for her own wages, never bought her own new dress, never even been to see a doctor. We want to see, touch and taste every moment of what she feels. We want to quiver when she quivers and scream when she hurts. We want to experience these truths re-imagined for ourselves, because this is a remarkable journey set in a harrowing past that our country would rather keep hushed and obscured. To truly break us out of this鈥攖o truly immerse us in this and better make the point that Whitehead sought to make鈥攚e should鈥檝e been squarely in Cora鈥檚 shoes, not watching her from above in a slightly removed, vaguely clinical 3rd person.
While Whitehead鈥檚 intellectualism serves his plots well, it doesn鈥檛 do the greatest wonders for soulful and immersive execution. Perhaps that comes down to being a matter of personal preference. I found his writing style, as was the case in his The Intuitionist as well, to be talented but, yes, just a tad by the way of clinician. And finesse鈥攐h, finesse, thou art an allusive thing! Honestly, there wasn鈥檛 a lot of it here, and by that I mean that this was quite the bull-ride read: jerky and rough. I had to re-read several passages, because segues from one event to the next were often non-existent. Suddenly, you were in a saloon, or in the middle of an attack by rogue outlaws, then learning letters in a schoolhouse. Literally, a person could go from alive to dead in a single, four-sentence paragraph! Um, what?? (Shaking head vigorously.) What just happened now?
Also, I could鈥檝e done without the backstory chapters of the minor characters. Every single one of those 鈥渓et-me-elaborate-on-this-(minor)-character鈥檚-past-life鈥� chapters could鈥檝e been gutted from this manuscript鈥攁ll except for one. And that one you鈥檒l know when you read it.
Still, Colson Whitehead managed to touch on the justifications and absolutions that the antebellum South [image] whispered to themselves at night to justify their actions, biblical references that laid the way for Manifest Destiny and all the other gluttonous rationalizations that makes slavery possible, in any land, in any era. And for that, I applauded him.
The story itself was great鈥攁 truly epic adventure鈥攂ut the pace at which it jerked, sometimes lullingly slow and others at whiplash-inducing speeds, turned me off. And, I have to say, any novel where I feel even the slightest urge to skim and skip ahead can never get 4 stars from me. But his work is definitely unique in its own right, and for that I would absolutely recommend this novel to anyone who has read the blurb and marked it as to-read, to anyone who鈥檚 already familiar with Whitehead鈥檚 talents and appreciated them, and for those who have yet to become familiar with them. I have a deep respect for this author; the style just didn鈥檛 work for me the way I鈥檇 hoped this time, and for that I award 3.5 stars ***
I received an advance-read copy of this novel from the publisher, Doubleday, via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Still a 5-star read for me! So glad I took the time to re-read this one in my holiday down time, in between writing my own chapters and preparing for Still a 5-star read for me! So glad I took the time to re-read this one in my holiday down time, in between writing my own chapters and preparing for this upcoming year of wonderful reads and exciting reviews!
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