by Trevor Noah
Until about 6 months ago I had never heard of Trevor Noah
Oh, I had seen this book being
pushed promoted on Goodreads, but a celebrity autobiography where I have never heard of the celebrity doesn’t hold a lot of interest for me.
But when I was on holiday earlier this year in the South Island, my sister introduced me to You Tube clips of his TV programme which I immediately loved. He & Stephen Colbert (who I knew as Jacinda’s friend) helped me make sense of the States in the time of coronavirus. Love their shows.
What I took from this book was how much his parents in their different ways shaped him, because in their different ways his parents never cared too much about what people thought. Since this was in South Africa during the time of apartheid, they both had to care what the system thought and had to be careful when out in public unless they wanted to end up in jail and for Trevor to end up in an orphanage.
Some of Trevor’s stories are funny, some are very sad. Interesting watching him try to make sense of a world that made no sense at all.
I was going to mark the book down a little for some ragged writing near the end – but intentionally or not the disjointed writing about Trevor’s evil stepfather gave the story even more impact. Shocking. Horrifying.