From page one Buck takes the slang of the Philadelphian as language to tell his coming of age story. An overdose of anger, profane, raw words that distracts from this “non-fiction“. I can’t help but laugh on remarks like “e dazzlingly poetic new voice”, as if MK Asante, born in Zimbabwe is the contemporary Edgar Allan Poe. A lost boy in a world of violence, sexual offensive situations, divorce, and drugs. His mother’s in a mental hospital, his father gone, his older brother locked up in a prison on the other side of the country. How to survive outlaws, strangers, gangsters and strippers? By exaggerating.
And yet his American dream came true with the help of a (private) alternative school to find his place in this world en eventually find his calling as a writer. The vocabulary isn’t my favorite to put it mildly. For fans of this artist and hip-hop in general this memoir may function as an eye-opener of the cruel world we live in, and how you MK Asante struggled his way to get where he’s now.
I received a review copy from the publisher through Netgalley.com.
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