So I’m reading this book, Mixed: My Life in Black and White by Angela Nissel.  I haven’t read many memoirs about being mixed, and this one is really good.  And horrifying.  For the first half of the book I would laugh out loud regularly!  She’s a good writer, funny, describes some of the ridiculous situations we go through well.  But then it takes a turn.  Still written humorously, she goes into a depression and really begins to examine the way biracial people can really find themselves obsessed with race.  She’s eloquent with the pain peace.

I’m not done yet, but it’s a really good book and makes me think quite a bit.  It made me briefly consider writing a memoir someday.  I love writing, I expect to get published someday for scholarly work, but a memoir is different.  So personal.  Not that I’ve ever shied away from that before, but it’s something to think about, not to be taken lightly.


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