Before reading this, I wasn’t a Trevor Noah fan. It’s not that I disliked him, I was just…neutral. Now, after finishing his book, it would seem trite to say I’m a fan. It would be true to say, though, that I respect him quite a lot.
He’s a comedian, so I expected a funny book. It’s not. It’s a thoughtful reflection of a young man trying to find his way forward through multiple levels of familial and cultural brokenness. And above all, it’s a lovely homage to a mother who guided him along that way even as she was broken herself.Latest Posts