Mr. Killens has written mostly serious novels (Youngblood; 'Sippi) and even if he's saying something here, you'll have a hard time separating ""the cream of the crap"" or isolating the action if you're lucky enough to identify it. This then is the book of one Ben Ali Lumumba, ""son of Harlem, U.S.A."" ne Ernest Walter Billings, and his love for one black and beautiful Yoruba, whose Barbadian mother Daphne has ambitions for her. They don't include Lumumba, or being ""Afra-American"" and they do mean making her debut at the Cotillion where the blacks mimic white lifestyles and just come out cafe-au-lait. There's an awful lot of talk about hair and Mr. Killens teases it with a lot of debatable humor. Anyway he tries hard enough to dance off both your shoes at this darktown strutter's ball.