Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another.\\n
This is truly one terrifying emotional story. If you believe you have heard or read the worst about the brutality and despicable acts of slavery, Beloved might just alter your perception as you venture into the haunted realm of 124 Bluestone Road.
I have a great fondness for a novel that features a good old active (and revengeful) spirit and a slow build-up to a shocking secret (OMG infanticide). However, the narration switches (sometimes even in the middle of a paragraph), which was rather confusing and a bit irritating to me.
As I grapple with rating this intensely powerful Pulitzer Prize winner, I recall the evil that prevailed at Sweet Home Farm, the vivid characters with their interesting names (Stamped Paid, and Here Boy, the dog...my personal favorites) and "Schoolteacher".....a term I never thought I would loathe.....realizing that this is indeed a remarkable story despite my personal aversion to the writing style.
It is absolutely a great discussion novel, but not a book that I would read again.
Beloved is not just a horror novel; it is the Great American Horror Novel. Sorry, Stephen King. While his evil clowns and alcoholic would-be writers are creepy, they pale in comparison to the terrifying specter of American slavery that haunts the pages of Beloved. I was physically chilled over and over again while reading this book. Great horror, to me, has a scary element like a ghost, but lurking behind it is something so vast and evil that trying to fathom it can drive you insane. Beloved achieved exactly that. It worked as horror, and even more so, it worked as great American literature. There seems to be such a thing as national novels, books that are so specifically about "The American Experience" that as an American reading them, it feels special and intimate, as if it's a book about my own family. Slavery is an essential part of our heritage, and reading this treatment of it felt very personal, like listening to secrets about my grandparents. Beloved delved deep into the heart of the American experience, and although I don't usually think in those terms, this book forced me to, which is one of the many reasons it affected me so deeply.
I feel that Morrison has a reputation and associations that are completely at odds with what her work is truly like. Maybe it's the Toni-with-an-i thing, or perhaps it's the Oprah connection and the fact that she's a female author. But whatever the reasons, those who haven't read her might believe that Morrison writes lovely, lyrical, ladylike books that will soften the heart and elevate the soul. And in a way, she does, but these lovely books will also give you seriously deranged nightmares. Toni Morrison must be out of her mind to write such things. I can't imagine what it would be like to have this incredibly twisted stuff come out of my brain. Of course, the most horrific parts of the book aren't invented. Morrison clearly spent a great deal of time researching the historical record of slavery and pondering its effects and meaning. Her ability to extract a novel like this from that past is just incomprehensible. Because, in fact, Beloved is indeed lovely and lyrical, but it's about the most disturbing shit imaginable. It's interesting to see the divide among people on this site regarding Morrison. Many people loathe her, which is understandable considering her subject matter. Some girl on here was like, "UGH! Beastiality, rape, torture, infanticide.... Toni Morrison is DISGUSTING!" And well, that girl has a point. This book was pretty icky, but it's about an icky topic, you know?
In a strange way, this felt a bit like the anti-Proust. It's about memory, but instead of being a plotless, enchanting, European meander through a picturesque past, Beloved is a brutal and ruthless American cousin with rough, bloody hands, running through the woods screaming. The book is about the problem of memory, specifically the memory of trauma, both on a personal and national level. I feel like everyone always wants to write great books about the most terrible things, but the truth is, doing so well is incredibly difficult. Maybe that's why there are so many bad books about tragedy and so many good books about boring people's mundane little problems. You really have to know what you're doing to write about the most terrible shit well, and Morrison chose THE most terrible shit in America's past and then wrote an original and organic ghost story that deserves its hallowed place in American literature. You know, one thing we think about in social work school (or that I thought about, anyway) is the relationship between macro events or phenomena (like a war or racism) and its micro effects on individuals. This book depicts the effects of slavery on people, both individually and collectively, with shattering genius. But don't try this at home, folks! She is a woman of unusual talent and skills, and in most people's clumsy hands, this effort would be dangerous.
Beloved isn't flawless, and it's not one of my all-time favorite books or anything. However, it is a great classic, and I think everyone who hasn't already should read it. Well, actually, let me amend that. As noted, a lot of people on here hate this book. If you struggle to follow a slightly nonlinear narrative or are white and feel personally affronted by descriptions of historical wrongs perpetrated by white people on black people, you might choose another book club selection. But everyone else, I think, should give this a go, especially if you love ghost stories!
P.S. I just had a really fun idea for a literary double date, which would be Cathy from Wuthering Heights with Beloved, and Medea with Sethe. They could all go on the Oprah show together and talk about their traumatic experiences! I would definitely, definitely watch that, and I bet other people would too.