I logged into social media this morning to find that Beloved by Toni Morrison was in the news. It's being reported on in several outlets, but see for example, from CNN: Toni Morrison's 'Beloved' becomes latest flashpoint in Virginia gubernatorial race
I read Beloved in 2017, and reviewed it on this blog. So I can chime in with my 2 cents.
Before we started the book, Tom expressed the concern that this would just be another feel-bad novel about slavery.But this book is so much more than this. It's a ghost story, and Toni Morrison has succeeded at creating a very haunting atmosphere.I'm reminded of the review that the AVclub gave to the movie: 12 Years a Slave:If there was any doubt that this is a horror movie, Hans Zimmer’s score pounds and roars with dread—the appropriate soundtrack for the madness of history.The idea of slavery as a horror story is probably a more accurate description of Beloved.The story of the book is told mostly in flashback. Right from the beginning of the book, we hear the names of the former slaves that the main characters (Sethe and Paul D) once knew, but their gruesome fates are only hinted at.The mystery hooks the reader right in, and helps to add to the eerie atmosphere of the ghost story.Gradually, the novel gives us more and more hints, until we finally have the full awful picture of what happened at Sweet Home.
According to The Daily Beast, another problem was that the book was just too hard, and so the student stopped reading it. And I can believe this second part as well. To quote again from my 2017 review:
I didn't like Toni Morrison's writing style. It was too poetic for me, and I had to struggle to keep focused.
Granted, this is more reflective of me and my limitations as a reader than it is of the book. If you're the kind of person who likes a lot of poetic description in your novels, then you'll love this book.
Getting frustrated with one of the more poetic passages, I wrote down "Ugh, typical" in the margins next to this paragraph:
Denver was seeing it now and feeling it--through Beloved. Feeling how it must have felt to her mother. Seeing how it must have looked. And the more fine points she made, the more detail she provided, the more Beloved liked it. so she anticipated the questions by giving blood to the scraps her mother and grandmother had told her--and a heartbeat. The monologue became, in fact, a duet as they lay down together, Denver nursing Beloved's interest like a lover whose pleasure was to overfeed the loved. The dark quilt with two orange patches was there with them because Beloved wanted it near her when she slept. It was smelling like grass and feeling like hands--the unrested hands of busy women; dry, warm, prickly. Denver spoke, Beloved listened, and the two did the best they could to create what really happened, and how it was really was, something only Sethe knew because she alone had the mind for it and the time afterward to shape it: the quality of Amy's voice, her breath like burning wood. The quick-change weather up in those hills--cool at night, hot in the day, sudden fog. How recklessly she behaved with this whitegirl--a recklessness born of desperation and encouraged by Amy's fugitive eyes and her tenderhearted mouth.
If you like that, there's plenty more where that came from. But I found this almost unreadable. (To be perfectly honest, if this hadn't been a book club book, I think I would have given up on it. But because we were doing it for bookclub, I struggled through out of a sense of obligation.)
So, those are my thoughts on the book. I'll give my thoughts on the controversy below:
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