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I ordered this book because it covered a topic (Hip-hop and its culture) that I know little about. I am always looking for books that will inform and Williams has fulfilled that need on many levels. This is the essentially the first person tale of Thomas Williams and his life with a loving, well educated and well read father. Williams gets caught up in the Hip-hop culture and ultimately finds his way to a much enriched life including - books.
This is a coming of age book which is fulfilling on one level and first person explanation of hip-hop culture its influence on the author. The book is expertly written and wonderfully read by the author. It certainly expanded my apprciation for memoir, hip-hop culture, and reading. Give this one a try.
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What could have made this a 4 or 5-star listening experience for you?
Not much, the book itself was all but worthless. Worst thing I've read or heard for some time.
What could Thomas Chatterton Williams have done to make this a more enjoyable book for you?
He could start by taking responsibility for his actions instead of blaming hip hop and black culture. He could also do well by eliminating the implication that black culture and hip hop culture are the same. Further, he could dispense with the absurd and inaccurate implications that hip hop culture and gangster culture are also interchangeable. He would literally have to write an entirely different book. A shining example of Williams disturbing lack of accountability is when he writes about a time he assaulted his girlfriend; attributes his actions to Biggie lyrics and likens the sound of the slap to the sound of a hi hat from a drum machine- and not just any drum machine, Puffy's drum machine. To make matters worse, rather than simply state what he did, he describes the situation in third person, saying he "emerged from auto pilot" when he stopped.Are you kidding me? This man grew up in a home with a strong black father who does not appear to have remotely raised his son to believe that this was acceptable behavior. He has no excuse for the knuckle headed, idiotic actions of his youth, and so he found a very convenient scape goat by indicting an entire culture and race of people. He's an absolute coward in my book. He also writes about how, if these young black athletes who mopped the floor with him in AAU ball, had applied the same focus and determination to their education, they could cure cancer!! Why not apply that logic to any and everything else then? Everyone should aspire to be a doctor in that case. Why not apply that same logic to the legions of mechanics and entrepreneurs and construction workers and plumbers and anyone else who has a skill they are passionate about and seek to use in pursuit of a better life for themselves? In the same breath, he drones on with yet another painfully inept and poorly thought out comment about the odds of these young men ever getting to the NBA, as though THEY THEMSELVES aren't aware of that fact. Further, he completely ignores the fact that many of these young men play for scholarships, go to school and graduate with a degree. This is downright comical in light of the fact that he himself was trying to obtain a scholarship through athletics, which he mentions not too long before this passage. The worst part about this book, is that it gives people such as the "suburban 50 year old white woman" what they believe to be an "insiders view" of hip hop culture. This is disturbing and downright insulting, considering this hack Williams presents the most vapid, limited, stereotypical, MTV cultivated glimpse of the culture. He couldn't be more of an outsider, considering how often he states early on that he didn't really relate to the music he listened to much less the people he tried so hard to imitate.... and yet this "50 year old suburban white woman" talks about how she learned about hip hop from an insider. What an insult. He presents an entirely ignorant view based on exposure so limited it amounts to dipping your toe in a pool and then writing a book about swimming across the ocean. It's insulting to hear this woman write about how she "learned about hip hop" from this book, because it literally teaches nothing about hip hop culture. I find this absolutely repulsive.Despite what the title says, this moron wasn't saved from hip hop by his fathers love; he was saved from his own poor choices, lack of personal accountability, and complete lack of character. This man lacks so much as the back bone it takes to own up to his own poor decision making. He had an identity crisis and chose to assimilate the most negatively stereotypical traits black people and hip hop culture- all this in light of the fact he had a strong, well educated black man for a father- and that is a reflection of nobody but himself. I was thoroughly disgusted by this book and wish I could get my credit back. What a complete waste of time. I find myself leery of anyone who thinks this a quality book with any worthwhile commentary, as it serves only to reinforce so many negative perceptions people have toward blacks and hip hop culture, and does so without any attempt at balance or fairness from a guy who says he slapped his girlfriend because Biggie told him to do it.
Did Thomas Chatterton Williams do a good job differentiating all the characters? How?
Don't make me laugh. Seriously. Everyone in this book was woefully one dimensional, except for Pappy and his high school coach.
You didn’t love this book... but did it have any redeeming qualities?
Nope, not a single one. I found it completely repugnant and devoid of any value whatsoever.
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