
What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Blacker A Memoir in Essays
Reviews

It feels weird to give this a rating and to do a review of a book that is essentially one person telling his life story in essays and just providing the world with his personal opinions and observations from his life. Like, what do you rate? Personal enjoyment, the writing, the opinions? It isn't like he's creating a life from scratch, though I guess he is picking his own highlights of that life. I didn't love reading the book. I had a hard time continuing to read his misogynistic rantings about women in his earlier years. It doesn't make the book itself bad per se, but it is hard for me to stomach. I also personally had a harder time caring about him or his life after that from my own biases from the fact that there was a lot of misogyny going on, especially when he talks about a woman he just dated to dispel rumors that he was gay. Like, is that really how you viewed it at the time, or is this just a narrative flair to look edgy or something? It just felt weird and seemed exaggerated and maybe that's a reality that I don't want to accept, but it's honestly the main thing I remember from this memoir. Other than that. I honestly don't know what to say. He gives his essays, usually based around one event or similar events strung together. Some of the essays want to make a point but seem to stop short. Some do make observations about the reality of being black in America and that was why I was reading it in the first place. The essay about his driver's license kind of confused me in the end (was his lack of ID an issue or not? because it seems like it wasn't?). I'd say it is worth a read if you are looking to learn about someone else's life and see the world through their lens, for good or bad. I honestly don't read many memoirs so it is a weird genre for me personally. If I wasn't reading this for a book club I would have stopped at the point where he details why he dated the hot woman and how he made sure people saw her to prove he wasn't gay, though. I was ready to quit but didn't want to tell the club I quit.






