I don't know how to begin to respond to the Autobiography of Kola Boof. It is a book I have had to set down and walk away from, and return to many times. Hers is a life, story, a tale, (are these the right words?)that leaves one speechless and horrified, and yet on some level inspired. There is some controversy surrounding what may or may not be factual, of course. Isn't there always when it is one's own story, and a story outside the realm of anyone else's daily experience, spanning multiple continents and involving the notorious.
I feel ill equipped to rate it, to recommend reading or avoiding it, but feel simultaneously compelled to say something. If you read this, the way you view sex and gender issues, the way you view ethnic and racial issues, religious issues, and concepts like social justice will likely change. The author may make you angry at times. Angry at her, at the people in her life, at the people in your life, possibly yourself. It is an uncomfortable book. I chose to read it because I knew it would be an uncomfortable book. If you enjoy the disquieting, or need your foundations unsettled, then perhaps it is a good choice for you.
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