I have officially lost this book. I kept it in my car and only read it when I waited in offices before appointments mostly. I would also pick it up on trips and very rarely at home. In any case, I was very near the end and I cannot find the book. However, with as much time as I milked it, it deserves my commentary.
Quite possibly part of the reason I held on to it so long is because it started as a very slow read with references I could not quite peg. Once it picked up momentum I understood it tremendously. This book was a real look inside a man’s life who has made tremendous contributions to film and his family.
However, The Measure of a Man as he titles it was hidden in the stories and nuances of Sidney Poitier’s travels from the Bahamas as a very young boy to Florida to live with relatives. In both locations he found, but did not suffer much from the trappings and troubles of prejudice and segregation. Though he could not readily overcome either he chose much higher roads in the work he did both on and off the stage. Mr. Poitier wrote his own ticket even if it meant passing on work that would pay well but bring more denigration to his race and quite possibly his manhood.
It appears though, the measure of a man according to Mr. Poitier is measured by how a man treats, fends for, and takes care of his children and family.
I would say it is a good read if you are a fan, and a reminder that taking the high road may not be easy but always yields the best return.
Lisa @ NCFive17