"Between the World and Me" -- Ta-Nehisi Coates
I finish reading this over a week ago, and have since struggled to gather my thoughts about this (well regarded) book. I began expecting to find a thoughtful work regarding the life of a black American. What I found was a myopic rant by a very angry man.
It may be that his anger is justified, but as it's presented, his reasoning is unconvincing. While Coates indeed possesses a gift for writing, his message is predominantly rooted in bitterness, resentment, and blame. Many comments are completely beyond the pale.
In a tragic incident, Coates best friend, Prince Jones was murdered by a rogue black police officer. Somehow he uses this to justify a comment regarding responders killed on 9-11. "๐ผ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ค๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐โ๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก โ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐."
In "Between the World and Me," Coates frequently speaks about his body as a site of vulnerability and as a target for oppression and violence. Sadly, it seems like it's his soul that's been destroyed.
I suppose the more I say about this book, the more I'll come across as the dreamer who tried to push his kid out out of the way. So, I'll leave it with this.
There are no solutions, no remedies, nor any hope to be found here.