Heavy by
Kiese Laymon
My rating:
4 of 5 stars
A memoir written to his mother who inspired respect and fear, love and confusion. There is a lot in here that is heavy. Laymon grew up as a black child whose mother wanted him to rise above so badly she beat him emotionally and physically when he didn't live up to her standards. Meanwhile, she often did not adhere to those standards herself. Laymon dealt with standing out as a black student in a mostly white school, and as a sensitive man in a black community that dealt with violence and addiction. It's a very specific memoir that helps identify the burdens that Laymon carried, and how it was reflected in what he thought of himself, his relationships, and his weight. It is clear that he suffered from racial prejudice, from hurt carried throughout generations, from financial inequality and from competing expectations. It was especially eye-opening to understand the vocabulary differences between how he and his friends talked and how they talked differently to white people and what white people said to them, and what it meant to them. The power of words is highlighted here, and the differences that make it hard for two different cultures to connect and understand each other. I appreciated all that Laymon has been through, but I still wish that he had kept his experiences his own, instead of reinforcing generalizations about either race as he does at the end. As long as we continue to say that all whites do x and all blacks do y, we won't ever be able to come together.
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