By Erica Freeman
Last week, I read Nappy-Headed Negro Syndrome, a sincere and savvy little book by 2008 Detroit Free Press Columnist of the Year Oneita Jackson (@OneitaDetroit). A cab driver with an English degree from Howard University, Jackson is a former copy editor and newspaper columnist, whose collection of satirical shorter-than-short stories about race read like poetic versions of dishing sessions among friends.
It’s so good, Dave Eggers calls it “Damned funny, scalpel-sharp, and moves like a rocket.”
I don’t know about you, but I’d be falling out if Eggers said that about anything that came out of my head.
To make the valuable purchase of Nappy-Headed Negro Syndrome and learn more about Jackson and her other book Letters From Mrs. Grundy, head over to Dakota Avenue West Publishing.
What did you like about the book? What was your favorite piece? What made you say people did not know they were waiting for?
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