The author—a journalism professor at the University of California, Berkeley—unfolds a story about more than a genealogical search. He writes convincingly of other family secrets—such as his mother’s rape—and of his own shortcomings as he forges a path of achievement from Princeton to the Post and beyond.
The book culminates with Henry’s journey to Pineville, Louisiana, to meet his white relatives, descendants of Pearl’s father and his wife—if “culminates” is the word. The reunion chapter is long and gripping, but there are no dramatic confrontations. It’s revelatory in a quiet, human, and very realistic way—full of ambiguities and further questions, but no less satisfying for that.
“I emerged from my search with . . . pride, a deeper understanding of human complexity, a sense of professional accomplishment,” Henry writes. “But I also felt a lingering sadness, sharper than any I had felt previously, over the cancerousness, the sheer wastefulness, of racial prejudice and bigotry, and the sinister way they can replicate themselves from one willing generation to the next.”