Book Review: “Reputations Fade Away” by Dawayne Williams
Riveting memoir of manhood
Kam Williams, Special to The Skanner
July 21, 2009
“I can understand and relate to why most black men are giving up on life, especially the ones my age… Only a few of us make it off the streets and become successful... It’s sad that for many of the guys I knew growing up, their first job was selling drugs.
I realize that many black men, like myself, have wasted too much time getting a street education, chasing money, clothes, cars, drugs… and most of all, women. This epidemic is widespread and now we’re suffering from our personal lack of knowledge because we haven’t found our way.
Everyone should have a purpose, a career and a dream… A person that doesn’t plan for the future, dream for tomorrow, and hope through hell that there’s a light at the end of their tunnel will never accomplish anything worth having or living for… Ever since I’ve changed… I can only apologize for the things I’ve done and said… I’m here to tell y’all that reputations really do fade away...... Excerpted from the conclusion (page 247 and 250)
What IS amazing is that he somehow survived not only to tell the tale but to recount it all in “Reputations Fade Away,” the most riveting memoir this critic has encountered in recent memory. If nothing else, Dawayne definitely has a bright future as writer, given his ability to keep the reader enthralled and on the edge of your seat. His autobiography is written in Technicolor with vivid words that jump right off the pages. So I hope Hollywood takes note and turns this bio-pic into a feature flick.
Nearly everybody in Dawayne’s world has a nickname, even his parents, Chicago and London. His daughter is called Promise, and his fellow hoods have imaginative sobriquets ranging from Charcoal to Chop to Nut to Rollo. Even the author himself has several pseudonyms such as Kojak, Fat Booty and Kool.
Dawayne liberally laces his dialogue with the sort of slang used by thugs which is likely to have you wishing for a glossary explaining that earthy variety of ghetto-speak. And he describes in graphic detail things you’d never expect, like how to make crack from cocaine.
Obviously, Dawayne was never an altar boy, although his good looks and line of work apparently kept him quite popular with the ladies anyway, as they were always eager to swap sexual favors for drugs. Nonetheless, he only managed to have shallow, unsatisfactory relationships with women, including a failed marriage which produced a child but lasted less than a year.
Since being Born Again, Dawayne has found Jesus and sworn off most of his profligate ways once and for all, though he does confess to falling off the wagon occasionally to sleep with lustful church ladies or to smoke a little weed. Hey, the convert tends to revert.
A bit of a Bible thumper now, he even enjoys quoting appropriate verses from scripture, such as 1st Corinthians, “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child. But when I became a man, I put away childish things.”
A man who deserves an award just for still being alive and for having endured the most horrible childhood imaginable without going insane.
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