Words for My Comrades ambitiously sets out to transcend the standard pop star biography, carefully knotting the evolution of hip-hop into a sweeping account of 20th-century radical US politics. It’s a narrative so wide-ranging and so rich in eyewitness testimony that the story of Tupac almost feels like a vehicle, a history delivery system, overshadowed in all the high-stakes drama and incendiary intrigue ... Even amid such deadly seriousness, though, Van Nguyen finds moments of absurdity: the Panthers' Minister of Information Eldridge Cleaver’s very radical design for a pair of trousers ...
It’s no secret that heroes can often be complicated, clay-footed, hard to like, and that doesn’t make them any less fascinating. It’s no failing of this learned, compassionate narrative, though, that Shakur the man remains elusive, not much more substantial than the hologram version who appeared with Dr Dre and Snoop Dogg at 2012’s Coachella festival. After reading this book’s final bleak pages, it is the image of Afeni that lingers, out on the streets of Harlem, fuelling the revolution one breakfast at a time.
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