Man, did you ever call that one right. Trying to get past the first few chapters that was mired in Frantz’s predictably boring white-privileged upbringing, was a chore! This kind of lingering on an uninteresting childhood is very common in the memoirs of famous people... I get it, everyone loves re-living their childhood, but a good editor should have coaxed Frantz into condensing these first few chapters quite a bit OR worked to put the details of his childhood into a larger context. Instead we get this droning on about girls he had the hots for, being given a car when he turned 16, etc... BORE-ING.
BORE-ING.