My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I’m five years too late in reading this book, but better late than never. Kiese Laymon is not afraid to spit fire, to point fingers, to get to the heart of the truth. This book is worth reading just for the essay “How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America.” Like this line: “I’m not the smartest boy in the world by a long shot, but even in my funk I know that easy remedies like eating your way out of sad, or fucking your way out of sad, or lying your way out of sad, or slanging your way out of sad, or robbing your way out of sad, or gambling your way out of sad, or shooting your way out of sad, are just slower, more acceptable ways for desperate folks, and especially paroled black boys in our country, to kill ourselves and others close to us in America” (45). Damn. I didn’t realize that Laymon was such a devotee of hip hop–a few of his essays dive into this passion of his, some of which went over my head. But his language flows as if it is supposed to be read aloud. So good. I wanted to read this book of essays before diving into his memoir. Glad I did.