... I just finished Michael Arceneaux's follow up to his phenomenal debut, "I Can't Date Jesus," a NYT Bestseller; "I Don't Want To Die Poor," a collection of essays regarding Arceneaux's struggles primarily with student debt.
Like so many other Americans it's crushing him yet he takes it in stride; illuminating, elucidating, and coming to terms ... even without a concrete plan to rid himself. But then what would be the point of this book? He doesn't tout it as a primer, but rather explores the factors on how he, on how we got here; and so far its often debilitating effects.
In the chapter I Love Instagram. It Sometimes Makes Me Want to Die, we get an inkling of his insecurities ("one doesn't have to be superficial and materialistic to let it get in your head; repetition takes down the mightiest of us."), but he's not above criticizing the rich which he states "... is not rooted in people being successful enough to become wealthy, but a system that allows people to build massive fortunes based on exploitation - and using that power to consolidate power that prevents them from ever facing any consequences for such abuses."
It's not " ... whether or not you can afford the yacht, but whether or not activities like say, not paying people livable wages are how you were able to pay for that yacht ... or was it being let off the hook for paying your fair share of taxes?"
What made "I Can't Date Jesus" a huge success is that Arceneaux knows how to shovel out the dregs of hs personal life, this tactic still a bane to his mother, dripping pop culture into scathing commentary, but he also knows how to bring levity: "I do not want to die poor, but if all else fails, I'll make sure to get life insurance so that in the event of my untimely death, I won't have to deal with letters going to my tombstone."
Speaking of his mother, Arceneaux writes in Mama's Boy, how his "anger would rise like the humidity in Houston in summer" (I live in Texas. I can feel That particular seething).
Like Jesus, he saves his best writing; maybe not best but his most naked and heart wrenching poignancy for his mother, ever fearful of "that quiet anger we both possess." Yet he also worries this is just another way of disappointing her and caring too much what she thinks.
Arceneaux deeply hurt ... is deeply moving.