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.