A beautifully written and captivating look at how one Black boy’s identity is shaped by landscape, relationships, and family.
REVIEW: Saga Boy: My Life of Blackness and Becoming by Antonio Michael Downing
Category: Reviews
An archive of our reviews of memoirs, essay collections, and other works of creative nonfiction.
REVIEW: Telephone: essays in two voices by Brenda Miller and Julie Marie Wade
The collection reads like life itself with the simple unpredictable connection of every moment.
REVIEW: All the Leavings by Laurie Easter
In this collection the natural world exists as a place of solace where lessons can be learned from natural cycles.
REVIEW: Diary of a Young Naturalist by Dara McAnulty
Through the ebb and flow of one young man’s year, we are urged to confront ourselves, to linger, learn, and grow.
REVIEW: Good Neighbors, Bad Times Revisited: New Echoes of My Father’s German Village by Mimi Schwartz
The book focuses, not on the horrors of the Holocaust, but on the small stories that have no place in history.
REVIEW: Peyakow: Reclaiming Cree Dignity by Darrel McLeod
Darrel McLeod’s story moves beyond the personal and offers insights into the injustices suffered by Canada’s indigenous peoples.
REVIEW: The Good Poetic Mother: A Daughter’s Memoir by Irene Hoge Smith
In telling the story of a mother’s abandonment and eventual life as a poet and paramour of Charles Bukowski, the memoir reveals a true, hard, beautiful vision within.
REVIEW: Ninety-Nine Fire Hoops: A Memoir by Allison Hong Merrill
The memoir traces the author’s early life in Taiwan, examining the powerful cycles of abuse into which she was born her journey to break them.
REVIEW: What Happened to Paula: On The Death of An American Girl by Katherine Dykstra
Through the story of one girl’s murder, the writer examines evolving attitudes about the roles women are forced to assume in American society.
REVIEW: Mobile Home: A Memoir in Essays by Megan Harlan
The memoir in essays excavates all the layers of what home is from the perspective of someone whose childhood home was never one place.
