I've Been Meaning to Tell You: A Letter To My Daughter

By David Chariandy

'There is, as you pick it up, nothing to prepare you for its power' OBSERVER

'Quite simply, one of the most beautiful books I have ever read' AMINATTA FORNA

How do we navigate our complex histories for our children? What is our duty to share and what must we leave for them to discover? Writing to his daughter, David Chariandy asks difficult, unsettling, perhaps impossible questions – questions made all the more poignant by our current political landscape.

With tender, spare and luminous prose, Chariandy looks both into his heart and mind and out to the world and humanity.

In the tradition of Ta-Nehisi Coates and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, this is a book about race; this is a book about family.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
• Release date: Mar 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781526602893

David Chariandy

David Chariandy grew up in Toronto and lives and teaches in Vancouver. He is the author of the novels Soucouyant, which received nominations from eleven literary awards juries, and Brother, which won the Rogers Writers' Trust Fiction Prize, the Ethel Wilson Fiction Prize and the Toronto Book Award, was longlisted for the Scotiabank Giller Prize and the Aspen Words Literary Prize and nominated for the 2019 Dublin Literary Award.

Reviews for I've Been Meaning to Tell You

[lindsay_w_2 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A DNA test can tell you beyond a doubt where your ancestors came from, but the story of your ancestry is something else entirely. The story Chariandy shares with his 13year old daughter is one of struggle and resilience. It includes all the injustices the African/South Asian side of her family has endured as a result of more often being on the “them” side of “us and them.” To be proud of who you are you need to know who you are. Just you - not the whole world, unfortunately, some people seem unable to quell the need to ask: “What are you?” Where are you from? (Even Ellen, this week, asked actor Constance Wu where she was from “originally.”)This book makes me want to be even more vigilant about calling out racism and racist acts. I wish I had been there ten years ago at the scene of the salad bar incident, I like to think I would have thrown shade at that woman. Next time, and sadly there will be a next time, I will be a “Bawse” and let her have it.

[detailmuse · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This novella-length collection of gentle essays about race and belonging is written in epistolary style by novelist Chariandy to his 13-year-old daughter. In the opening essay, he recounts being in a café with her at age three, where a woman tells him he doesn’t belong there, in Canada, the country of his birth. And though his daughter doesn’t hear the words, she notices the effect they have on her father.In the remaining essays, Chariandy, still disheartened ten years later by the state of race relations, delves into history -- world history itself; and the history of his African and South Asian ancestors; and his own experience, including the family he has created with his European-ancestry wife.The future I yearn for is not one in which we will all be clothed in sameness, but one in which we will finally learn to both read and respectfully discuss our differences.My parents wrote a history of their lives and our family, and I treasure it, as I’m sure Chariandy’s daughter will treasure hers. Yet Chariandy's has relevance beyond his family, and I'm grateful he opened it for me and the world to treasure and learn from, too.(Review based on an advance reading copy provided by the publisher.)

[jessibud2 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

David Chariandy is an eloquent and thoughtful writer and this book was easily read in practically one sitting. Although the incident that precipitated his thinking about writing it happened a decade earlier, it has taken him all these years to formulate what he wanted to say, when talking to his daughter about growing up and living in our world as a person of mixed heritage. He does so by relating some of his own experiences, while acknowledging that hers will, on many levels, be very different. There is the matter of gender, the fact that his parents were immigrants and hers are not, and the country and even the world she is growing up in is in many ways, not the one he grew up in. Without ever mentioning her name (she is always *dearest daughter*), or the names of others, for that matter, Chariandy fleshes out the book with stories, anecdotes and insights from his own life, the lives of his parents, his son and daughter, his wife and her family, and history in general. A lot is packed into 120 pages but it never felt heavy-handed or forced. I really enjoyed getting to know this wonderful author and look forward to reading his 2 previous books (novels).

[beamis12 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Lately there seems to be quite a few books out by authors writing to their children. Chariandy writes here to his daughter, a daughter who is of mixed race, African Asian and white. They live in Canada and an unexpected act of bigotry prompts him to try to explain to his daughter what she might face in this world. Also explains his own background and how his life was shaped by similiarities acts.He is in awe of his daughter, the way she goes through life, handling things, in one case protecting her younger brother. His love for her is apparent on every page of this poignant and beautifully written book. It is a book of truth, of experiences learned, of an uncertain future, and a look at how people judge others just by what's on the surface. Never bothering to look beneath, and see what is hidden. It is a timely read, with so many injustices once again or should I say always rearing their ugly head."You did not create the inequalities and injustices of the world, daughter. You are neither solely nor uniquely responsible to fix them. If their is anything to learn about the story of our ancestry, it is that you should respect and protect yourself; that you should demand not only justice but joy; that you should see, truly see, the vulnerability and the creativity and the enduring beauty of others.""Being named, he found his own voice. Being sighted, he learned, nevertheless, to see."ARC from Netgalley.

[gypsysmom_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

David Chariandy is known as a fiction writer but in this book he delves into the nonfiction realm to write a letter to his daughter. She was thirteen years old at the time so just entering those difficult teenage years. It's not so much advice for his daughter as an explanation of his own background and what he has learned growing up. Chariandy's parents are from Trinidad; his father is East Indian and his mother of black ancestry. David was born in and grew up in Scarborough and experienced his fair share of racism. He tells one instance of being out with his daughter when she was three. Going to get her a glass of water from a dispenser a white woman shoved in front of him justifying her action by saying "I was born here. I belong here." David really hopes his daughter never has to experience that kind of insult but figures she probably will. The mother probably can't explain these situations to her daughter since she is white and from a privileged background. This short book (although a long letter) is worth taking time over. I'll bet David's daughter already treasures it.