Alright, dear reader, I finally did it. I broke down and started reading Barack Obama’s “Dreams from My Father – A Story of Race and Inheritance”. I can sum the first five chapters up in a word: awesome. The introduction is kinda… well… not awesome, but hey, that’s fair. I didn’t buy the book to read the introduction.
In case anyone is reading along, I’ll break this into a chapter-by-chapter review.
Words Looked Up
Apocryphal (p. 8 ) – Not canonical. Hence: Of doubtful authority; equivocal; mythic; fictitious; spurious; false.
Divestment Campaign (p. 105) – Campaign to convince an institution to sell off investments in a given region or company (definition via wiseGeek. The divestment campaign that Obama refers to seems to be the divestment from South Africa campaign, that children of the 70s may be vaguely aware of.
Now lets get to the chapter-by-chapter goodness.
Preface to the 2004 Edition
Overall: This is the most boring piece of writing I’ve seen since I wrote my thesis. In this, Obama rambles on about his achievements, how “some friends persuaded me to run for office” (really? honestly? it was their idea? riiiiiiight), blah, blah, blah. Although I commend Obama for not mentioning September 11 for a sum total of three pages. That must have been tough.
Moral: Skip the introduction to the introduction. There’s a stirring bit on page x (around paragraph 3, for the lazy). But really, the intro-to-the-intro is terrible.
Original Introduction
page xiv – Come on! Nobody should use an ellipsis in a published book. This is a bad sign.
page xvii – This feels like I’m reading Frodo’s diary at the start of Lord of the Rings. Obama says how little he’s done, that he hasn’t really been involved in the important bits of history, but he’s still written 400 pages about himself. He’s either being disingenuous, or I’m in for a long 400 pages.
Chapter 1 – 5
Forget the page-by-page thing.
The first five chapters cover Obama from age 0-18ish, and the family history of his mom’s side of the family. Now, I’d expect that to be boring, but it comes across like some kind of epic documentary about the USA from the Depression to the 80s. Not just any epic, a good epic, that hits all the right notes (American Gothic in the Depression, whites experiencing second-hand racism for befriending blacks in Texas, the idyllic land of Hawaii, the hopefulness of the 60s), and has a pretty impressive cast of characters.
The important bit isn’t the Boy’s Own Adventure in Indonesia (noseless beggars! pet crocodiles! mud surfing!), but Obama’s weird relationship with race. You see, he’s enrolled in a prestigious school in Hawaii, and he’s pretty much a social outcast because he’s black. As he grows up, gains a bit of freedom, and other black kids are enrolled in the school, he finds that he has a hard time identifying with them. Why? Because their thing is that they’re being oppressed by whitey. Meanwhile, Obama has a wonderfully supportive (white) mother, grandmother, and grandfather, and it’s hard to feel oppressed when you’re chief cheerleaders are supposed to be wearing the jackboots. So, not surprisingly, Obama doesn’t feel like he fits in: whites treat him differently, but he has a hard time relating to his black peers.
Just at the end of Chapter 5, Obama is rudely awakened out of existential angst. He goes through a laundry list of grandmothers (yes, it’s weird, but it works) – his white grandmother who has hit the glass ceiling at her job, and spent the past 20 years going nowhere; his Indonesian step-grandmother who was smacked down by the colonizing Dutch; his black paternal grandmother who would have spent her life as a maid, if she’d moved to the States. Obama realizes that his race doesn’t define his identity, instead he realizes that it’s just a starting point, and that he can choose his own destiny.
This is going to sound lame, but I am really, really enjoying this book. Obama’s one helluva writer, and, on top of that, it feels like he captures the spirit of the US between the Depression and the 80s. This project stopped feeling like homework around page 15.
PS: Barack Obama’s dad sounds like a bit of a dick.
PPS: The whole Spider-Man/Obama thing sucked.