The biggest part of this book is like a letter to narrator's dead son. It's a monologue about things, memories, feelings, people and relationships with them he never had a chance to open up about. As he grieves, he might still do something he wouldn't be proud of. Language used in this book is rich, as it supposed to be coming out of college professor and writer.
Some parts of this book mentions son as "he" or "Malcolm", not "you". Maybe those parts are ment for narrator only and he doesn't feel like talking about it yet.
Jellyfish and dirt on the cover have a deep meaning to narrator too. It gets revealed as he goes down his memory lane.
This book touches many topics. There's a loss, poor relationship with grandfather, ill mother (white), black father. Narrator struggles being not exactly white, but not black enough. And that's what was his first book about, but the second one doesn't seem to be as good.
Some parts of this book mentions son as "he" or "Malcolm", not "you". Maybe those parts are ment for narrator only and he doesn't feel like talking about it yet.
Jellyfish and dirt on the cover have a deep meaning to narrator too. It gets revealed as he goes down his memory lane.
This book touches many topics. There's a loss, poor relationship with grandfather, ill mother (white), black father. Narrator struggles being not exactly white, but not black enough. And that's what was his first book about, but the second one doesn't seem to be as good.