Friday, 5 December 2008
Dreams From My Father
Like many people around the world, since Obama became the President-Elect, I have been eagerly consuming his two books: Dreams From My Father and The Audacity of Hope. What a wonder it is to actually be able to gain an insight into the world's most powerful person through these two books.
I have just completed "Dreams From My Father" and without wanting to sound too gushing, it really is a wonderful book, a book that makes me glad he is going to be President, a book that indicates that he'll make a fine job of it: he is well travelled, well versed in the happenings of the world and has spent most of his life working with those at the very bottom of the American Dream Ladder (Copyright. All Rights Reserved).
I'll not lie, the fact he used the word shit on page 4, wop on page 14 and nigger on page 18 as well as referring to black people as brothers and sisters (because that's what they are) made me fall for his style and grace straight away. I can't quite believe this half-Kenyan, half-Kansas man with such a wise head and life full of living is going to be the leader of America.
It got my reflecting on my own father, what I owe him, the parts of him that make me and the parts that I avoid as well as the parts I embrace or turn to when I'm looking for a shorthand for living, for coping and it got me thinking how lucky I am.
Lucky to have a dad, lucky to have a good dad, lucky to have a dad I can say I love you to, or that I can hold, or that I can make proud.
Speaking of which, another glowing review of Zero can be found here, the writer suggests we should be on at the National Theatre.
I can but dream...