I originally bought Eusebius' book as a result of a Twitter challenge I had put to him: 'I'll read yours if you read mine'. Due to major moves in my life, it took me a long time to get around to finishing it. I don't know if he has yet read mine. No matter.
As I read the first few essays on race and racism in South Africa, I thought "Mmm, some good points'. He deals, in a courageous and straightforward style, with delicate issues in a post-apartheid South Africa. But as I continued reading, the word 'Sophist' kept impinging itself into my head. I had to look up the word again to make sure my brain was dragging up the right word. Eusebius would understand. He studied and taught philosophy. Wikipedia translates the original Greek word as 'one who does wisdom'. That's indeed the feeling I get from this book - the 'doing of wisdom'.
But there is something ultimately unsatisfying and repetitive as one proceeds through the book. There is courage and frankness and relevance and perhaps 'wisdom', but there is a lack of fundamental perception and analysis. The often delicate issues he deals with are superficially skimmed in what is little more than an on-going ethical musing, suitable perhaps for the radio talk shows that Eusebius hosts (and he is certainly one of the more progressive and challenging talk show hosts in South Africa), but, for me at least, he fails to delve behind the surface of the phenomena he explores to help us understand the complex causal social, political, economic and other factors that underlie the issues.
A good read for a while, but a struggle to get through.
Sorry Eusebius. Now, you read mine and get your revenge...