We gave it a C+
In the acknowledgments to this book about being raised by missionary parents in 1960s Ethiopia, Tim Bascom writes: ”Memory is shaped by perception. I keep and store what matters to me personally. As a result, what may seem insignificant to others may be vital to me….” This is true of all memoirs, but it’s the biggest fault of this one, which succumbs to the tendency we all have to romanticize the most banal childhood experiences — such as the myriad scenes of Bascom playing in Africa. Chameleon Days, which would have benefited from more context about the late-’60s student riots that drove the Bascoms back to America, is sadly an animal of one stripe.