|The Measure of a Man|
The Measure of a Man
I listened to this on audio book last month, and have been hesitating to write the review ever since. I just really, really, disliked it – and I was hoping to enjoy it. I mean, it’s Sidney Poitier! Who doesn’t like Sidney Poitier?
I spent half the book wondering if I didn’t like it simply because it was an audio book. It was only the second audio book I’ve listened to, so I thought “well, maybe the format just isn’t my thing.” Nope. I’ve since listened to another audio book and loved it. Not the format.
Okay, so what was it that bothered me about this book? It starts off strong. Poitier is talking about how he doesn’t believe that we should look to other, less developed societies to find ways to be strong, upright people. That basically, your kid isn’t going to grow up to be a screw-up because zie has access to television. Makes sense. THEN he spends the rest of the book extolling the benefits of growing up on an undeveloped island in the Bahamas where there was no electricity, running water, etc. He comes back to this theme all the time. I guess that you could say he’s just explaining where he personally came from, but the impression is that this is the way all children should be raised and if they aren’t – if they’re raised in say, Miami, they’re going to be morally bankrupt by 16.
There’s also a lot of self congratulating going on. Poitier takes nearly all the credit for the success of the play A Raisin in the Sun. It was painful to listen to. His vision of the play may have been a better one – I’ll concede that – but wow, the ego involved was staggering. Of course, it takes quite a bit of ego to write a book about your life and be sure that many people would want to read it, and I’m sure most people in Hollywood probably have enormous egos, too.
I was interested in Poitier’s interactions with civil rights activists. He talks about how studios wanted to to sign contracts that he wouldn’t associate with certain people who were considered agitators, and he refused to do that. Again, this part of the book fell short. I don’t know if he had his reasons for not talking about these encounters in more detail – was he protecting someone? – but I wanted to know more.
I do want to read Harry Belafonte’s new memoir, My Song. He and Poitier were friends, and I heard him interviewed on NPR about the two of them splitting a theater ticket, one watching the first half of a play and the other going in to watch the end. Something about how Belafonte told the story was more engaging than anything that I heard from Poitier.
Have you read this? Did you like it? What am I missing?