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Last night I finished reading A Gazelle Ate My Homework, by Quora’s own Dr. Habib Fanny.The enchanting subtitle provides the reader with clues to the ocean-spanning odyssey ahead: “A Journey from Ivory Coast to America, from Africa to Black, and from Undocumented to Doctor (with side trips into several religions and assorted misadventures).”Habib’s personal tale of immigration and identity offered me a glimpse into a life far different from mine. Though you will find all the expected conflicts that immigrants to the United States must navigate (desultory assimilation, stark cultural shocks, and struggles with learning a new language), surprises are in store for readers like me.If you are familiar with Dr. Fanny’s erudite and data-driven Quora posts, you will find much to relish in this memoir. One mystery was solved in an early section; I was delighted to learn the correct pronunciation for his name (“fa-NEE, like the knee”).Once I began the book, pausing the journey was out of the question.“Hey Kunta - ever been hunting a lion?”It was always the same idiotic questions, addressed to “Kunta” or “Mutombo.” I suppose these were the only African names that these high school students who had grown up and spent all their lives in a suburb of Detroit had ever encountered. And I was always left half confused, half irritated.In time, I would acquire enough fluency in English to reply right away. In time, I would learn to unleash the full fury of my sarcasm. In time, I would learn to weave an elaborate tale recounting how I had, in fact, grown up a half-savage and made my way to America by sheer force of will.But that lay far in the future.Habib’s begins his account with stories from his youth in Ivory Coast, a country located southwest of Burkina Faso on Africa’s western coast. Vestiges of colonialism still haunt the country, though he takes great pains to show how his higher socioeconomic status lifted his family.I was grateful for Habib’s detours into the history of Ivory Coast, and his summaries of its complex politics. Chapters that outlined the struggles of the three dominant ethnic groups at first struck me as unwelcome breaks from the main narrative, but they provide an indispensable backdrop to the cultural shocks that he described later in the text.Dr. Fanny’s depicts his hazy childhood memories as “images suspended in time, with most of the surrounding decor lost in a sea of blurriness.” These out-of-focus snapshots are some of the early gems of the book, from his intense duel with his sister over a savory piece of steak, to his frightening fall into a dry well.When Habib’s mother sells all of her possessions to move the family to the United States, the narrative drives forward with alternately painful and hilarious stories of a teenager struggling to be understood.Dr. Fanny is the type of man that subjects even commonplace conversations to a rigorous intellectual post-mortem. Dissections of encounters with friends and dates involve a dizzying analytical spiral: What should he have said? What did the person think of his fitful attempts at English?Indeed, his efforts to bridge the communication chasm with his new classmates offer some of the book’s most poignant moments. Longtime Quora readers will cheer when he first meets a certain doomsday-loving high school physics teacher. (The reproduction of emails between Habib and Dave Consiglio are a highlight.)What follows is Habib’s account of crumbling masks, of slipping free of multiple identities. His faith was tested by his new surroundings; he grew up in an Islamic household. What would happen if he left the faith? How would his parents react if he told them (the horror!) that he was slipping inexorably away from religion?The color of his skin became his inescapable feature in the US. His staunch conservative upbringing brought him surprisingly close to right-wing views, and he found that he had trouble connecting with African-American friends. He pondered the question: “What does it mean to be Black in a country with logs of Black people who are not Black like you’re Black?”His metamorphosis into not just an “African living in America,” but an “African-American” are one of the most transformative parts of his story.It’s hard to overstate how large the US looms in the imagination of many people all over the globe. As a child, when I thought of America, it wasn’t just a country - it was an idea and a dream. It was the land of universal freedom. It was the land of economic opportunity.It was the land of justice, even for the little guy. It was the land of meritocracy. It was where all the best movies were made. It was where all the famous singers were from. It was the ultimate force for good in the world. I thought that moving to America was everyone’s dream and that to live there was to win the life lottery.But the idea that I, a complete nobody from a third-world country, might be granted the chance to move there seemed so far-fetched that I would not even allow myself to hope for it.Habib’s family, though entering the country legally, were soon trapped in the byzantine U.S. immigration bureaucracy. As a civil war raged in Ivory Coast, his mother and father’s request for political asylum was continually denied, leaving Habib with little prospects for employment or a college lifeline. His descriptions of counting each dollar, wondering where his next meal would come from, will be familiar to all of those caught in the same crippling uncertainty.Habib’s story stands as a counterpoint to those wishing to curtail immigrants to only those with “education” or a skill to offer. The enduring fibers that knit together the United States belong not just to the immigrants themselves, but to their children and grandchildren. As Habib points out, it was not the “rich, educated Europeans” that left their countries to seek new lives in America.It was the “hungry and disaffected” that built this country. Their children, and all of us, are their grateful beneficiaries.Though much of Habib’s story is unique and wholly different from my own, I did discover some surprising points of relatability:We both have been stopped by police for carrying a sword on a college campus. (This was my favorite story in the book.)We both have parents that were more concerned with obedience than understanding their children’s point of view.We both count Ulysses S. Grant as a personal hero.We both construct elaborate intellectual edifices derived from our own observations.It is these brief flashes of synchronicity that kept me turning the pages far past the time I should have fallen asleep.Go read this book. You will find much to learn, and even more to enjoy.

As your final salutation, perhaps. As in:“Well, That’s all for now. Cheers, Peter.”It’s decidedly informal, as you perhaps already know. And it definitely sounds British, or from the British colonial world (India, South Africa, Australia, etc.). You would never want to end a business letter with that salutation. “Cheers”, is, as you probably know, also used as a toast uttered over alcoholic drinks in a pleasant or festive group context, and in a letter or email, it sounds a bit “laddish” or “sportive”… too familiar to use towards a business client. (When I attended an all-boys high school in South Africa, “Cheers!” was what we students always said to each other when we parted company. But we would NEVER use it to speak to our elders or teachers.)Me, in recent years, when I want to use a final salutation that is informal, but I don’t want to use the businesslike “Sincerely”, the somewhat antiquated “Yours” or “Yours truly” or the very familiar “Love”, which I reserve only for family and my dearest friends, I will use the word “Best”… short for “best wishes” or “all my best to you”, etc.“Thanks for writing me; I hope we’ll meet soon! Best, David.”