It’s interesting reading about a young person’s search for identify. Aluwalia’s starting point is his mixed race (white English mother, and brown Punjabi father) from there he takes us through his explorations of race, nationality, sexuality, spirituality. Those of us given to self examination, and self reflection will recognize the questions and issues he was/ is grappling with, (although given I’m a few decades along and not as social media savvy, I cringed a bit at the constant repeating of the hashtag, references to Twitter and IG followers).
He is obviously a charming person because there is a lot of name dropping of British Punjabis and Sikhs, who all seem to have been incredibly kind, generous and supportive of him, in both practical and emotional ways. This made me a bit envious actually, as I wish I had had access to such mentors and supporters in my twenties
His final conclusion, that we are each so many things (children, siblings, a nationality, a race or mixed race, our gender, our sexuality, etc etc ) and we are all those things, not a collection of fractions, reminded me of the lines from Walt Whitman
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Maybe growing up is about learning to accept the multitudes within ourselves?
I skipped / skimmed the chapters about British colonist / imperialism and unions. But I loved the relationship he had with his grandparents, and the chapter on his Sikh faith