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.