A shortened version of a review I wrote:
This is the autobiography of Al Ackhar, a Syrian who came to the United States to complete his medical training and stayed here. Being Authentic is not Al Ackhar’s first publication. He previously compiled stories about others’ experiences with cancer, Roads to Meaning and Resilience with Cancer, and as a doctor he has been consulted by media outlets.
The book has the feel of a self-published project that did not undergo a lot of proofing, but I don’t begrudge the author that. No real harm done, and what I appreciate is that the author was in such a rush to get his story out (one of his main personality traits is being in a hurry). After finding out that he only had so long to live, he decided he wanted to make sure he told his story before he died. The existence of COVID – as he wrote this just last year, in 2020 – only fueled his sense of urgency and his already extenuated sense of the fragility of life.
Being Authentic is for anyone wavering about telling his or her own story. It doesn’t matter if it comes out perfectly. It will be perfect because it’s your story. As Al Ackhar says in closing, “I will leave you with my demand; you should write your own memoir and be authentic.” The fact that neither your story (which means, your life) nor the way you tell it has to be perfect is freeing.
This book is for anyone fighting with self-forgiveness. In his efforts to be authentic, Al Ackhar explores incidents from childhood through adulthood. He admits when he did something wrong. Then he figures out if reparations are called for or not. He tracks his life from his youth, when he was not so authentic, and did not admit to or realize the ways in which he was compensating for things, such as his parents being gone or a strict upbringing about avoiding girls, to an adulthood when he can not only look at the past with clear eyes but also be genuine about his actions now.
The book ends rather suddenly with a conversation about how he felt being in quarantine due to COVID-19 and his own condition with cancer. His last words there, which feel like the last words of the “actual book” are “I missed the scent of another human’s body.” Perhaps he meant to finish his chronology-so-far with a bang, but what happens is we feel surprised at this admission and the subsequent backing off of it like a hot potato seems like a final example of his struggles with intimacy, which he admits throughout the book, rather than a symptom of pandemic lockdown. This could be totally unconscious. (Or maybe not, since Al Ackhar’s most recent endeavor is a new book in 2021 titled, A Love Attempt: Your Practical Guide to Love).
It's awful but presumably he is nearing the end. He wants to share whatever is in his heart and mind. He has a right to do that. If he did it without finesse, and largely on his own, without someone to organize for him, I don’t know and I don’t fault him; but it cannot be helped that these things impact the reader’s experience. Yet, if you take the author at his word, and judge the book on authenticity, it is perfect. I wish him the best. I hope he has many more days.