I found that Brown was a much better storyteller when he was telling the stories of those around him (largely the women in his life) than he is at telling his own. I found him difficult to relate to, which I think has a lot to do with the privilege he grew up in, but I perked up when he turned his lense on the stories of his mother, his sister and the women he was in love with (though the latter can get a bit caught up in his own feelings about them).