Illustrated by R.
Gregory Christie
(Carolrhoda Books,
2015)
I love this book!
This is the true story of Harlem’s National Memorial African
Bookstore, its owner, Lewis Michaux and his young son, told from the
son’s point of view. In the broader sense, it’s about feeding
your brain and following your dream.
For Lewis Michaux,
he wanted to open a bookstore in Harlem, but a banker refused his
loan application. “Black people don’t read.”
And so, while saving
his money, Michaux begins with five books and a pushcart. “Don’t
get took!” he’d yell. “Read a book!”
Eventually he opens
the bookstore, adorning it with African flags and all sorts of signs
like, “THE HOUSE OF COMMON SENSE AND HOME OF PROPER PROPAGANDA.”
People come, people read. The boy is awestruck in meeting famous
patrons like Muhammad Ali and Malcolm X. A platform out front allows
Michaux, Malcolm X and others to speak their truth.
As I read, my mind
raced, planning another trip to New York, with this bookstore at the
top of my must-see list. Sadly, I learned in Lewis Michaux’s
biography at the back of the book that the store closed in 1975,
after relocating once and then receiving eviction papers. On the same
day I read this book, I walked in my neighborhood and happened upon a
newly shuttered bookstore. Alas, book browsing havens are becoming
more and more scarce.
The importance of
the National Memorial African Bookstore should be readily apparent.
What I also love about this story is how it shows the bond between a
father and son and how this man, Lewis Michaux, is such a passionate
advocate for literacy and knowledge. One passage particularly
resonates today:
Me and my dad
talk about important things.
Things like
truth and what it means to be free.
Dad says books
can help you. Not every book
is true, he
says, but the more you read, the easier
it is to figure
out for yourself what is true.
Christie’s
illustrations are gorgeous, with warm-colored backgrounds and darker
tones in the foreground. There’s an endearing image of Michaux
falling asleep in his bookstore and a tasteful, powerful painting
foreshadowing the news of Malcolm X’s fate.
Three
days after first reading this book, I still feel a sense of
melancholy that the place no longer exists.
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