This smash-hit book *does* have flaws. (1) Trevor Noah re-teams with his father, who has been more or less absent for many years. Noah--eager to give his father the benefit of the doubt--presents us with a rose-colored, humorous account of the reunion. But something is missing. Where the hell was the dad for years and years and years? Noah--eager to put a tidy bow on a story--doesn't tell us all we need to know, and he doesn't really confront a sense of anger, a feeling that must be within him, somewhere. (2) Noah has a great story about shoplifting with a friend. There's grainy mall-camera footage, and the footage clearly captures Noah's features. But--because the camera erases evidence of race--no security official is able to see that Noah is Noah. Everyone watches and says, That kid doesn't seem to be Noah's "color," so he can't be Noah. A fine allegory about human stupidity--but something is again missing here. Noah sells his friend dow...