This is a quick little book that’s made up of short thoughts about the author’s face.
Abani is Nigerian and English, but depending on where he is, people assume he might be Cuban or Pakistani, etc. Beyond his racial ambiguity, he wonders a lot about the fact that he looks exactly like his late father, a person who was funny and smart around strangers but at home was violent and cold.
These kinds of personal and public contradictions leave him uncertain about his own place in the world. What’s true and what’s not? Who is he really? How much does a person’s face define their human experience?