Wyclef Jean’s Memoir: Purpose
Critics are saying that Wyclef Jean’s new memoir is more about his affair with Lauryn Hill than any other triumphs he may have had in his life. Check the book description (it’s crazy long) for more on this:
The son of a pastor and grandson of a Vodou priest, Wyclef was born and raised in the slums of Haiti, moving with his family to New York when he was nine. He lived in Brooklyn’s notorious Marlboro projects until his father, Gesner Jean, took them to Newark, where he converted a burnt-out funeral home into a house for his family and a church for his congregation. But life in New Jersey was no easier for Wyclef, who found it hard to shake his refugee status. Forced to act as a literal and cultural translator for his parents while still trying to master English himself, Wyclef soon learned that fitting in would be a constant struggle. He made his way by competing in “freestyle” rap battles, eventually becoming the best MC in his school. At the same time, Wyclef was singing in his father’s choir and learning multiple instruments while also avidly exploring funk, rock, reggae, and jazz—an experience that would forever shape his sound. When Wyclef chose to pursue a career in music over attending theological school, Gesner, who hated rap, nearly disowned him, creating a gulf between father and son that would take nearly a decade to bridge. Within a few short years, Wyclef would catapult to international renown with the Fugees. In Purposehe details for the first time ever the inside story of the group: their rise and fall, and his relationships with Pras and Lauryn Hill.
Lauryn Hill responded on “why she hasn’t responded” to Wyclef’s portrayal of her on Vibe.com. I don’t think it’s worth of a post here, but feel free to read her crazed jibber jabber when you get bored. According to her, “The truth always surfaces and especially, all you black folks out there who have had black mothers who carried you through thick and thin, when the system wanted to call them crazy, just remember that…” Un-huh. Right.
Happy reading, y’all.