Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood
By Trevor Noah
Publication Year: 2016
Type: Non-fiction
Genre: memoir
Read on 2019-01-23
View additional specs on this book in Muhan’s 2019 Reading Survey ➞
★★★★★
Holy shit was this good. Storytelling as only a stand-up can and INCREDIBLE stories.
★★★☆☆ This was good but not as good as everyone says it is? Well-written insofar as it’s a riveting tale, but can’t compare to the memoirs I’ve read by more seasoned writers.
★★★☆☆ Unpleasant to read. Wong’s paints her recollections in lurid, sensational, and vindictive grotesqueness.
★★★★☆ Devoured this in a day after re-watching the movie recently, because I was interested in Molly Bloom and also wanted the dirt on the celebs she names. Not quite as self-critical as I personally would’ve preferred and more than a little self-congratulatory/self-absolving in the end.
★★★★★ TLDR: this is the best memoir I have ever read and you must read it, I cried in anger, in joy, in catharsis, I learned, I was moved, shocked, proud - Chanel Miller is a phenomenal writer and immensely talented, smart, sharp, emotionally mature person whose writings and experience on trauma and rape culture and justice you absolutely need to read.
★★★☆☆ This book is a mix of prose, poetry, and memoir, organized as a series of over 200 short vignettes and musings on the colour blue.
★★★★☆ So so good, it’s called Dear Girls to her daughters but for me it was like reading a letter from an Asian American big sister.
★★★★★ A phenomenally thought-provoking collection of essays, musings, and one or two more formalized reporting pieces on queerness and diasporic Asian identity.
★★★★★ It’s 2019 and I honestly forget sometimes that Mindy Kaling was one of the people who literally created The Office.
★★★★★ Anne Carson’s continued mastery of the fragment just makes my gay-ass heart sing. The book is a reproduction of a collage epitaph Carson made for her estranged brother upon his death in the early 2000s.
I listened to this as an audiobook, narrated by the author herself, and remember I did in fact cry in a grocery store (not H Mart).