Having started this a few times over the years, today I finally finished it. It just does not resonate with me: it feels preachy; his continuous identification of himself with his body is jarring, his talk of "loss of body" or "destruction of body" feels so weird - but maybe that's just me. It doesn't matter.

I wasn't even going to post this review, but minutes after finishing the book a friend reminded me of Yaa Gyasi's sublime [b:Homegoing|27071490|Homegoing|Yaa Gyasi|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1448108591l/27071490.SY75.jpg|47113792]. The memories and emotions and tears came flooding back to me, my breath caught, and I'm hijacking this review to say: if you, like me, have struggled to read Coates, try [b:Homegoing|27071490|Homegoing|Yaa Gyasi|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1448108591l/27071490.SY75.jpg|47113792].

(No rating. My rating is not important nor worthwhile.)