Published by Random House on 2014
Genres: Adult, Biography & Autobiography, Humor, Literary, Personal Memoirs, Topic
I received this book for free from the publisher in exchange honest review consideration. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Shteyngart shares his American immigrant experience, moving back and forth through time and memory with self-deprecating humor, moving insights, and literary bravado. The result is a resonant story of family and belonging that feels epic and intimate and distinctly his own.
This was a tough read for me! The first half of the book just kind of dragged itself along. The narrator’s parents are SO AWFUL to him, once we finally moved out of the narrator’s childhood into his adolescence things picked up.
The one thing that I really liked about this book was the disarming honesty in which the narrator freely portrays himself. Yes, he is a little shit growing up and continues to be well into his adulthood – there are no apologies, or more accurately the only ‘apology’ is the fact that the narrator came full circle and realizes he was a total shit.
This memoir is highly recommended to anyone interested in the immigrant experience, but I wouldn’t pick it up solely because you are a fan of Gary Shteyngart. (Which is why I picked it up.)