Book review: Born a crime by Trevor Noah
I admit
that I was late to the Trevor Noah comedy train. Years ago, when everyone I
knew was ranting and raving about him I held back because I wasn’t all that
into stand-up comedy and I was trying to resist peer pressure. Honestly, It’s
the little things in life. But, when I eventually decided to give him a chance,
man I was hooked. The man is HILARIOUS! And when he announced he was writing a
book, I was all-in!
You know
the hashtag #GrowingUpAfrican ? This book comprises every single meme posted
about it; and then some. In a single chapter I’d go from uncontrollable laughter
when he described ‘African-mom’ dynamics to cringing when he talked about the
realities of growing-up during apartheid. One of the things I’m unlearning as an
African millennial (Yes, I’m not ashamed
of the fact that I was born after the internet was invented) is the history
we were taught in school. I read books like ‘Mine boy’ and I crammed the facts
but there was a kind of detachment in the way we were taught about colonialism
and the post-colonial period. Important details were left out and complicated
historical figures were canonized, for lack of a better word. So now as an
adult I have a whole different outlook. But maybe that’s a post for another
day.
This book
was an easy read because you feel like you’re sitting right next to him as he’s
telling you these incredible stories about his childhood and you want to go
like “That’s so true!”, “I can relate!”. Or “No way!”. And then he throws in snippets
of South African history in all the right places. So, it was both entertaining
and educational. Win-win!
And can
we talk about the cover-art for a second. I have revealed in previous posts
that I’m a sucker for a pretty book cover and this one definitely passed the
test.
So, if
you’re looking for a good laugh with a dash of ‘wokeness’, this is probably
your next read.
Ciao…
Photocredits: Goodreads.com
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