From Publishers Weekly
"I couldn't love myself if I hated my own flesh and blood," declares Minerbrook, a black journalist for U.S. News & World Report, explaining his effort to reconnect with his white maternal grandmother, who cut off her daughter when she married a black man. When he visited her Missouri farm town in an attempt to see her, he was thwarted; a year later, he found grace in a reunion. His book encompasses those stories and the larger stories of his parents' paths and his own troubled upbringing. His father's family were bourgeois strivers; his mother's family was long shamed by poverty. His parents' marriage was stormy, even violent; as a youth, after a move to suburbia, Minerbrook pursued both studies and sports as a way to fit, uneasily, with both whites and blacks. At Harvard, he felt personal liberation, even as he felt discomfort among the comformingly nationalist fellow black students. There he embraced Orwell, whose works "encouraged me to be honest with myself"; such honesty, infused with both passion and a spirit of forgiveness, animates this memorable book. Photos. Author tour.
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From Library Journal
Like Gregory Williams's Life on the Color Line (LJ 2/1/95), these two memoirs describe growing up interracial from the perspective of the sons of African American fathers and white mothers. McBride, an accomplished journalist and musician, has viewed the yawning chasm of racial division from both sides and, despite carving out a successful life, has been scarred. Unlike Williams and Minerbrook, though, he focuses on a single, singular parent, a rabbi's daughter who later helped her husband establish an all-black Baptist church in her home and saw 12 children through college. His mother's own story, juxtaposed with McBride's, helps make this book a standout. Recommended for all collections. Minerbrook's father came from Chicago's African American high society, his mother from rural Missouri. He paints a detailed portrait of their family life, of relationships complicated by the fact that "human emotions, when mixed with racial issues, are prone to shatter like glass." Nearing middle age, he seeks out the white side of his family, who have rejected his mother and her offspring, and achieves a well-deserved catharsis. Still, his accounts of the almost unrelenting prejudice of white against black, black against white, light-skinned black against dark-skinned black, and so on are deeply disturbing. One is left to borrow the words of another recent commentator and say that this cancer does indeed make me want to holler. Highly recommended.
-?Jim Burns, Ottumwa P.L., Ia.Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.