In this lyrical, unsentimental, and compelling memoir, the son of a black African father and a white American mother searches for a workable meaning to his life as a black American. It begins in New York, where Barack Obama learns that his father—a figure he knows more as a myth than as a man—has been killed in a car accident. This sudden death inspires an emotional odyssey—first to a small town in Kansas, from which he retraces the migration of his mother’s family to Hawaii, and then to Kenya, where he meets the African side of his family, confronts the bitter truth of his father’s life, and at last reconciles his divided inheritance.
Pictured in lefthand photograph on cover: Habiba Akumu Hussein and Barack Obama, Sr. (President Obama's paternal grandmother and his father as a young boy). Pictured in righthand photograph on cover: Stanley Dunham and Ann Dunham (President Obama's maternal grandfather and his mother as a young girl).
Elected the first black president of the Harvard Law Review, Obama was offered a book contract, but the intellectual journey he planned to recount became instead this poignant, probing memoir of an unusual life. Born in 1961 to a white American woman and a black Kenyan student, Obama was reared in Hawaii by his mother and her parents, his father having left for further study and a return home to Africa. So Obama's not-unhappy youth is nevertheless a lonely voyage to racial identity, tensions in school, struggling with black literature--with one month-long visit when he was 10 from his commanding father. After college, Obama became a community organizer in Chicago. He slowly found place and purpose among folks of similar hue but different memory, winning enough small victories to commit himself to the work--he's now a civil rights lawyer there. Before going to law school, he finally visited Kenya; with his father dead, he still confronted obligation and loss, and found wellsprings of love and attachment. Obama leaves some lingering questions--his mother is virtually absent--but still has written a resonant book. Photos not seen by PW. Author tour.
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For a person who is being touted as eloquent with words I am stunned by the un-engaging, self-serving, vacant nonsense of words he has thrown together. To call this a book is equivelent to calling an overflowing garbage bin fine art.
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Insightful & Honest!
Read this book years ago
This is Black History Month
If the President of the U.S.A.
wanted to write what he felt
then I say the truth is like beauty
(in the eyes of the beholder)
I read all threw school about every
Presidents in America and whatever
they all was vote in, some was liked
some was disliked, that life.
I'm proud President Obama you were
chosen,so if 100 years pass by my great grand children and their, and so fort will have Black History Month.