My first foray into biographies was not by choice. I read this for an H-E-B summer essay scholarship contest. It’s important to keep this in mind because I find when one is not exactly a willing reader, one doesn’t often give good reviews of the book. And I feel that this is precisely what has happened to me.
I didn’t necessarily enjoy this book. It was dry and boring despite its fast pace. Only about a 1/3rd of the novel was about Bessie, the author filling in the gaps with distracting background information about the era. Granted this was due to the fact that there wasn’t much on Bessie herself that was not a complete lie or an over-exaggeration, something the author made quite clear. Still I couldn’t help myself from sighing in impatience, just wanting the book to be over and done with.
Though there were a few times that I found myself muttering “wow” or “amazing” at the sheer magnitude of the hate towards African Americans at that time, or the countless setbacks Bessie encountered which she unrelentingly struggled through, or the constant overstatements that plagued the newspapers, or any other of the delicious little nuggets of information that stuck out like gold fragments in an otherwise grey and drab river of facts.
There is also something to say about the pioneering determination that Bessie Coleman possessed. She was the first African American, man or woman, to obtain an international pilot’s license. She tirelessly work towards opening her own flight school for African Americans, and spoke around the country trying to inspire anyone and everyone to fly regardless of race and gender. All she wanted was to show that not only she, but everyone of her race and gender, was capable of great and wondrous things. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side. She had to be born in an age where African Americans were often seen as subhuman and it was always a struggle to find help to make her dreams come true. And the truly sad thing was that by the time of her premature death, that dream of opening a flight school was still unattainable. However, she did inspire thousands and paved the way for other African Americans and women to follow their own dreams.
And that’s the slightly regrettable thing about this book: it didn’t completely give Bessie Coleman justice to her legacy. But I won’t solely blame this on the author. It’s partly my fault with my negative attitude towards reading this. But it’s mostly the fault of the information at hand. No doubt that author did their research, but it was clear that there just simply wasn’t enough true information to show the complete picture of Bessie. As I already said, papers and aviators in that day were prone to exaggerating, so the author did their best by trying to fill in the holes with sometimes shocking yet often distracting background information. And that’s the sad tale of this novel. Not only does it contain the story of a courageous yet frequently ill-recognized woman, it is done in an inescapably dry and diverting fashion.