“I can’t tell you how I felt when my father died. But I was able to write Song of Solomon and imagine, not him, and not his specific interior life, but the world that he inhabited and the private or interior life of the people in it. And I can’t tell you how I felt reading to my grandmother while she was turning over and over in her bed (because she was dying, and she was not comfortable), but I could try to reconstruct the world that she lived in. And I have suspected, more often than not, that I _know_ more than she did, that I _know_ more than my grandfather and my great-grandmother did, but I also know that I’m no wiser than they were. And whenever I have tried earnestly to diminish their vision and prove to myself that I know more, and when I have tried to speculate on their interior life and match it up with my own, I have been overwhelmed every time by the richness of theirs compared to my own…. These people are my access to me; they are my entrance into my own interior life. Which is why the images that float around them…surface first, and they surface so vividly and so compellingly that I acknowledge them as my route to a reconstruction of a world, to an exploration of an interior life that was not written and to the revelation of a kind of truth.” —Another gem from Toni Morrison’s selected nonfiction. I thought I had read everything she published. You can probably imagine my glee.
Typos and F trains
- Lukas: maybe i'll bump into you on teh F
- me: when i move? yes like the old days
- Sent at 6: 23 PM on Wednesday
- Lukas: did you konw that allen street is called avenue of the immigrants?
- me: i am an immigrant
- it is in homage ot my family
- Sent at 6: 25 PM on Wednesday
- Lukas is busy. You may be interrupting.
“If sociologists applied the same values to Ulysses (that classic absent father) as they do to black families, Penelope, a welfare mother, would have been damned for not getting a job, while Telemachus would have been persecuted in school as a product of a broken home and tracked into a class for slow readers with social adjustment problems.” —from Toni Morrison’s collection of selected nonfiction, What Moves at the Margin, which is a fascinating read
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