Heard as audiobook quite a while ago & forgot to write a review then. It says something about the strength of Broyard's writing that it came to mind now, when I needed to remember "that book" about how a family, and a nation, discloses or not their racial heritage. ( )

Catchy title, more about her search to find out more about her ancestry through her father. Ms. Broyard did a wonderful story in detailing her search and findings. ( )

Anatole Broyard was the New York Times' daily book reviewer for quite a few years. He lived an upper middle class (though usually overextended) life, raising his and his wife's two children in Southport, Connecticut. Shortly before his death, his wife insisted that he tell their children his secret. They learned that his family background was not solely French, but Creole and of mixed race. By the "one drop" rule that had applied in some Southern states, he was black, and had been "passing for white" since his high school graduation. For Broyard's daughter, Bliss, this revelation explained a great deal about her father and his family, but raised many more questions. This book is her attempt to answer them.

Bliss spent many years researching her family history, seeking out relatives near and distant, and in the process learning a lot about black, and specifically Creole, history, and about the history of "passing" in America.

[book: One Drop] was fascinating, if a bit overlong, especially in the middle of the book, where I learned rather more about Reconstruction in Louisiana than I needed to understand the family's story. I can certainly sympathize with the author, being a genealogist and family historian myself; it's sometimes hard to draw the line between the historical background the reader needs in order to put the ancestors' stories into context, and an exhaustive treatment that would be better saved for an actual history text.

Anatole Broyard was a complex person to begin with, and his experience of "passing" probably increased that complexity. Although he obviously loved his children very much, his all but repudiation of his birth family affected them negatively. One of the saddest parts of the book was Bliss's feeling, mentioned more than once, that to her father, friends once chosen were to be loved unconditionally; but family members had to earn, and keep on earning, his love. ( )

I had to grit my teeth to get through this one because of the way Bliss Broyard presented herself: shallow, spoiled, and sheltered.

I understand that the point of her father's passing as white was to be able to spoil her & give her the sheltered life she lived. But this book is far more useful for discussion topics than as an actual memoir. ( )

Anatole Broyard spent most of his life equivocating about his ethnicity. His children were not aware of their father's ethnic heritage until the end of his life. In this memoir, Bliss Broyard attempts to explore what might have driven her father to conceal, or at least obscure, the fact that his forebears were black, and what might have driven him to estrange himself from his family. The book is at its best when Broyard is exploring a blend of history and genealogy in efforts to better understand the forces that might have influenced her father's decision. When she explores her own emotional reactions, or speculates about her father's motives, the book loses power. Her relentless mining of her own emotional reactions seems tedious and often trivial. I would recommend this book only to those who are familiar with Broyard's work and life, and only then with reservations. ( )