Toni Morrison is the winning author of "The Bluest Eyes", "Paradise", "Beloved", and "Jazz", etc. All women she created ran away. She said somewhere that all of her stories revolved around love, either the lust for love or the loss of love. Once I wondered who Morrison was to write with such negligence the pains so extreme and clear. Then I came to the conclusion she is a strong woman, strong enough to face the pains and not cry.
Despising not the fatalism of the main characters startled the usual optimism in me though now totally justifiable it felt when one was strangled amidst finds for the rooted felon. Blame the women not when they are fragile and futile. Blame the society who once had sunk in depth in despondency and fought their way out? The exact individuals who fought against discrimination of their being different now fear difference themselves. The black people built their own village, ideally which would be equality paradise. Yet it never would be. Nature had always to file for discrimination where ones retreated safe and sound in own horizons of betterness and others would be treated as the different, dangerous. Pecola, a little girl at mere 14, lived purely and rejoiced heartily at the simplest happiness of drinking out of her favorite cup, of having a friend. Eventually she was abused by her father, despised by her own mother for being different.
I love the jazzy rhythm in Toni Morrison's. The lines traversed through lenses of colors. On the last scenes of "Paradise", I thought I could see the figures dancing on the sands. For several times, condemned women were dancing in the rain, rejoicing and singing. Wiped off momentarily were whatever future beholds or past contains. The usual reader me accepts none future ignorance nor past rejection. Yet the indispensability of melancholy Morrison so well featured defeated all natural impulses to blame. Left were mere sourness and lament in face of suffer.
That's how will be remembered Toni Morrison and the depth of her voice.
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