I found this book really irritating. For reasons best known to himself, and to me quite incomprehensible, Austin Clarke, celebrated novelist, short story writer and poet, decided to write this autobiography in short disconnected paragraphs that start and end at random, breaking off half way through sentences and then starting half way through a sentence with the next paragraph. Just when you’re reading something interesting, the narrative breaks off and goes on to something else. Why do this? Clarke was one of Canada’s foremost writers and his work as a journalist allowed him to meet many interesting people, from Chinua Achebe to Malcolm X. He was born and grew up in Barbados, then moved to Toronto in 1955 to attend University. He became a journalist and later taught Afro-American Literature at Yale. He had an interesting life and I would have liked to learn about it. But this disjointed way of writing made me impatient and I ended up skipping much of it.