David Chariandy grew up in Toronto and lives and teaches in Vancouver. He is the author of the novels Soucouyant and Brother, and the nonfiction work I've Been Meaning to Tell You: A Letter to My Daughter. In 2019, he won Yale's Windham-Campbell Prize in fiction.

'There is, as you pick it up, nothing to prepare you for its power' OBSERVER

'Quite simply, one of the most beautiful books I have ever read' AMINATTA FORNA

How do we navigate our complex histories for our children? What is our duty to share and what must we leave for them to discover? Writing to his daughter, David Chariandy asks difficult, unsettling, perhaps impossible questions - questions made all the more poignant by our current political landscape.

With tender, spare and luminous prose, Chariandy looks both into his heart and mind and out to the world and humanity.

In the tradition of Ta-Nehisi Coates and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, this is a book about race; this is a book about family.

David Chariandy's letter to his daughter is in turns disquieting, heartfelt, unflinchingly, tender, wry; writ large with love throughout. It is, quite simply, one of the most beautiful books I have ever read

There is, as you pick it up, nothing to prepare you for its power, unless you already know Chariandy's fiction. He writes slender books that go straight to the heart ... But this new book is devastating in a new way because it is non-fiction - and personal

Reminiscent of Coates's and Adichie's letters, I've Been Meaning to Tell You builds upon foundational discussions of race and gender, layering in intersections of class and citizenship with a flawless hand. Chariandy is smart, tender, and often funny as he weaves together narrative and analysis to navigate perhaps the most complex relationship of all: that of father and daughter

Chariandy's stunning book is both a precise puncturing of the post-racial bubble, as well as an incredibly personal and powerful letter to his daughter. I wish I could have read this when I was growing up

A brilliant, powerful elegy from a living brother to a lost one, yet pulsing with rhythm, and beating with life

I love this novel. Riveting, composed, charged with feeling, Brother surrounds us with music and aspiration, fidelity and beauty

Mesmerizing. Poetic. Achingly soulful