Three stars is fair because there are some great (short) interviews and some useful resources. Some good advice about how to start a petition, how to contact Congress people, what to bring to a protest march, and so on. All written in short, short segments, evidently on the assumption that the reader is a giggly young thing in high school with, like, a 30 second attention span. For sure!
But if you're over fifty and have even a passing familiarity with the works of William Styron, (Alexandra Styron's father) then this book is quite sinister. Screamingly funny in some parts, and crushingly sad in others. And there's an air of denial, and pervading unreality, like, pay no attention to that man behind the curtain, that old Confederate general pulling levers. That's just my dad!
Read the introduction, where a very demure Alexandra Styron blandly states that her father was "a best selling author" and her upbringing was "left of center." Actually, no. William Styron may have hobnobbed with limousine liberals for appearances' sake, but as an author he was a camp follower of reaction, a genteel southern crud who wrote garbage like "The Confessions of Nat Turner" and "Sophie's Choice." That is to say, when he wasn't sentimentalizing the "saintly" slave-owners of old Virginia and demonizing enslaved persons as hate-filled, axe-wielding maniacs, he was jeering at the Jews of Auschwitz and creating lurid fantasies about beautiful blondes being ravished by leering, sneering Brooklyn Jews.
Alexandra Styron maintains a prim silence about the more problematic aspects of her father's work. She ignores her father's crimes here, just the way she did in her memoir, "Reading My Father." And you could say, well, it's not her fault who her daddy was. It's not relevant. But it is! You see, most of this book is a hate-filled rant against Donald Trump. But Trump's lies are not really all that different from the lies that were her daddy's bread and butter.
For example. Everyone remembers the Charlottesville riot, and the young men chanting "Jews will not replace us." Very few people remember that the inciting incident was the proposed removal of a statue of Robert E. Lee. Well, Donald Trump was furious. He said Robert E. Lee was a hero and he wasn't going to let the Woke left turn the heroes of the Confederacy into villains. William Styron was saying that sort of thing all his life. From "Lie Down In Darkness" to "Sophie's Choice" he never shut up about the courage of the Confederate army, and the daring exploits of Jackson and Mosby, and he was always bellowing about "Quaker abolitionists" who insisted on depicting slaveowners as evil! Does Alexandra Styron really imagine we've all forgotten? Or is she cynically relying on the ignorance of her teenage audience?
To say that Donald Trump's Presidency is a "nightmare" is to ignore the real nightmare that slavery was for enslaved people in the South, particularly in Virginia. William Styron devoted all his energy and his life's work to finding excuses for the South, and to trivializing the crimes of his ancestors. They were "saintly," and slavery was a "cancer" that came upon them unjustly. All his life William Styron was an apologist for evil. But he wasn't alone. He helped to build the very same myth of the Lost Cause that Donald Trump was defending when he talked about preserving the good name of heroic Confederate generals and remembering the "good people on both sides!" (If you want to read a good book about this, check out "Robert E. Lee and Me" by Ty Seidule. In debunking Robert E. Lee he did the necessary work William Styron never had the nerve to attempt!)
But the real truth is more horrific still. Towards the end of this book, after loads of perky slogan shouting about this and that, Alexandra Styron makes a passing reference to Dylan Roof, the southern boy who shot up a Black church in Charleston, South Carolina. She doesn't ask why he did what he did. She doesn't mention his deep love for the Confederacy, carefully nurtured by the Lost Cause nostalgia of bloated, boozy, aging white men like Donald Trump . . . and her father. Nope. All that evil just came out of nowhere!
You know what? I think Alexandra Styron needs to really think about Dylan Roof. Because when he broke into that church and started shooting, he didn't see what you and I would see. His victims were mostly women, mostly elderly, and they were Black. But I'm willing to bet he didn't see them. Dylan Roof saw black monsters like the ones William Styron summoned up in The Confessions of Nat Turner. He saw the crazy slave Will, with his axe, and devious Preacher Nat, with his sword, and he saw lovely and innocent Miss Margaret Whitehead being ravished over and over.
In all the ways that really matter, Dylan Roof was William Styron's son. And Alexandra Styron needs to confront the crimes of her brother.