TERRY GROSS, HOST:
This is FRESH AIR. Saeed Jones has served as BuzzFeed's LGBT and culture editor and is the author of a 2015 award-winning book of poetry called "Prelude To Bruise." But before any of those achievements, Jone (ph) was a black gay kid growing up in Lewisville, Texas. He writes about that experience and more in his new memoir "How We Fight For Our Lives."
Book critic Maureen Corrigan has a review, which includes a reading that contains a hateful, anti-gay slur that was hurled at Saeed Jones when he was a youngster, and it's had a lasting impact on him.
MAUREEN CORRIGAN, BYLINE: One could say that Saeed Jones' new memoir, "How We Fight For Our Lives," is a classic coming-of-age story. A boy grows up in Texas. He's black, gay and isolated. He's raised by a single mom. He struggles with identity, goes off to college and eventually achieves a wobbly sense of self-affirmation.
But Jones' voice and sensibility are so distinct. He turns one of the oldest of literary genres inside out and upside down. Take Jones' intricate reflection on an incident when he was 12, where two sort-of friends brutally turn and ostracize him with one word.
You never forget your first f*****, says Jones, because the memory in its way makes you. It becomes a spine for the body of anxieties and insecurities that will follow, something to hang all that meat on. Before, you were just scrawny. Now you're scrawny because you're a f*****. Before, you were just bookish. Now you're bookish because you're a f*****. Soon bullies won't even have to say the word. There will already be a voice in your head whispering f***** for them.
"How We Fight For Our Lives" is at once explicitly raunchy, mean, nuanced, loving and melancholy. It's sometimes hard to read and harder to put down. Jones' memoir effectively deep-sixes any illusions I had that it must have been a little easier in recent decades to come of age as a queer black boy in Texas. Granted, Jones' public high school is open-minded enough to host a touring production of "The Laramie Project," the play about the hate-murder of Matthew Shepard. But what Jones takes away from that performance is that he'd better closet himself even more securely at school. Jones recalls his younger self realizing that being a black gay boy is a death wish, and one day if you're lucky, your life and death will become some artist's new project.
Throughout "How We Fight For Our Lives," readers feel the tension of Jones' adolescent and college years as he's trying to figure out how to be. By the time he gets a full scholarship to Western Kentucky University for his debate skills, Jones is a roiling vessel of shame, need and anger. He's explicit in his accounts of using sex to humiliate himself and his partners, especially the straight white men he seduces. Jones says, I hungered for the power of the all-American man. If I couldn't actually be one myself, I thought, I could survive by devouring him whole. If America was going to hate me for being black and gay, then I might as well make a weapon out of myself.
All this time, Jones' mother remains a steady, loving presence in his life. She's out of the apartment a lot when he's growing up, working long hours at her job at the airport. But she always tries to be supportive up to a point. She really doesn't want to talk about Jones' sexual identity. One evening when he's in college, Jones casts his eyes downward and starts a conversation with his mom about a guy he dated. Here's how that goes. When I looked up, Jones says, she was staring at me wide-eyed, almost pleadingly, as if I'd lead someone afraid of heights to the edge of a rusting bridge. And then I did exactly what I thought all people who love each other do. I changed the subject. I changed myself. I erased everything I had just said. I erased myself so I could be her son again.
"How We Fight For Our Lives" is a raw and eloquent memoir. I don't think I'm taking away from the particularity of Jones' experience when I say that in passages like the one I just read, Jones also speaks to how difficult it is for nearly everybody to hold onto that vulnerable construction we call ourselves. Jones reminds us that an invisible man illuminated only with a bare bulb is not only unseen by others; he is barely seen by himself.
GROSS: Maureen Corrigan teaches literature at Georgetown University. She reviewed the new memoir "How We Fight For Our Lives" by Saeed Jones. Coming up, jazz critic Kevin Whitehead reviews the new album by the Taylor Ho Bynum 9-tette. Kevin says it's serious fun. This is FRESH AIR.
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