Amazing. Excellent. Superb.

Historical nonfiction, in my experience, is very repetitive, but here it works. It also works that the books begins (in either the foreword or the preface, idk, 68 pages before we get to the meat of the text is crazy) with whichever writer mentioning that critics of the book have complained that the book doesn't give a good enough blueprint on what revolutionary actions they should take nexts. You fools. You spineless clowns. Fanon literally says over and over here's how the colonizer distracts you and the way forward is not gonna be the same for everyone. The repetition is to show that while every story and its circumstances are different, the root of all their problems come from the same source.

It's depressing that this book published when my grandmother was born (and has since passed) is still relevant to today. I hope it is not relevant by the end of my life time. I hope that people look back at this book as a cautionary tale, a reminder of our history we cannot forget and always, constantly relearn to remember what not to do and how to move forward. 

Also kinda fucked up his parents named him Frantz. Sounds like France. Is / Was that a common name?

A valuable (psycho)analysis of colonialism and decolonial struggle that remains relevant. 

At times the writing feels a bit dense. Not sure if it's the translation from French to English, or maybe just the style of a different era that I had a hard time connecting with.

Essential reading. Slow going, but thorough and rightfully so. Every angle of the impact of colonisation is unpacked, giving context to the big crescendo chapter at the end that will stay with me forever. This goes way beyond a history lesson of the Algerian War. This is drawing connections and understanding the blueprint for racism, generational trauma, settler colonialism and so much more. Wretched of the Earth has allowed me to gain new perspectives on my family history as a North African, and I can guarantee this would be equally helpful to anyone whose country is scarred by colonialism.