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袗屑械褉懈泻邪薪褋褜泻邪 锌懈褋褜屑械薪薪懈褑褟 孝芯薪褨 袦芯褉褉褨褋芯薪 (锌褋械胁写芯薪褨屑 啸谢芯褩 袝薪褌芯薪褨 袙芯褎褌胁芯褉写) 薪邪褉芯写懈谢邪褋褟 1932 褉芯泻褍. 校 褋胁芯褩褏 褌胁芯褉邪褏 锌懈褕械 锌褉芯 褋芯褑褨邪谢褜薪褨 锌褉芯斜谢械屑懈 薪械谐褉褨胁 褍 小袉袥袗 褌邪 褉芯谢褜 卸褨薪泻懈 褍 褋褍褔邪褋薪芯屑褍 褋胁褨褌褨. 袙 褉芯屑邪薪邪褏 芦小褍谢邪禄 (1974), 芦袩褨褋薪褟 小芯谢芯屑芯薪邪禄 (1977), 芦校谢褞斜谢械薪懈褑褟禄 (1987), 锌芯褦写薪褍褞褔懈 褨褋褌芯褉褨褞 褌邪 褋褍褔邪褋薪褨褋褌褜, 胁褨写褌胁芯褉懈谢邪 褉懈褋懈 褔芯褉薪芯褩 袗屑械褉懈泻懈 褟泻 芯褋芯斜谢懈胁芯褩 械褌薪褨褔薪芯-褉邪褋芯胁芯褩 褋锌褨谢褜薪芯褌懈 蟹褨 褋胁芯褦褉褨写薪懈屑 屑械薪褌邪谢褨褌械褌芯屑, 褟泻懈泄 褋泻谢邪写邪胁褋褟 锌褉芯褌褟谐芯屑 褌褉褜芯褏 褋褌芯谢褨褌褜 蟹邪 褍屑芯胁 褉邪斜褋褌胁邪 褌邪 斜芯褉芯褌褜斜懈 蟹邪 薪邪褑褨芯薪邪谢褜薪褍 褋邪屑芯褋胁褨写芯屑褨褋褌褜, 锌褉芯褌懈 写褍褏芯胁薪芯褩 褍薪褨褎褨泻邪褑褨褩.
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First published August 12, 1977
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Toni Morrison
236听books22.1k听followersChloe Anthony Wofford Morrison, known as Toni Morrison, was an American novelist and editor. Her first novel, The Bluest Eye, was published in 1970. The critically acclaimed Song of Solomon (1977) brought her national attention and won the National Book Critics Circle Award. In 1988, Morrison won the Pulitzer Prize for Beloved (1987); she was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1993.
Born and raised in Lorain, Ohio, Morrison graduated from Howard University in 1953 with a B.A. in English. Morrison earned a master's degree in American Literature from Cornell University in 1955. In 1957 she returned to Howard University, was married, and had two children before divorcing in 1964. Morrison became the first black female editor for fiction at Random House in New York City in the late 1960s. She developed her own reputation as an author in the 1970s and '80s. Her novel Beloved was made into a film in 1998. Morrison's works are praised for addressing the harsh consequences of racism in the United States and the Black American experience.
The National Endowment for the Humanities selected Morrison for the Jefferson Lecture, the U.S. federal government's highest honor for achievement in the humanities, in 1996. She was honored with the National Book Foundation's Medal of Distinguished Contribution to American Letters the same year. President Barack Obama presented her with the Presidential Medal of Freedom on May 29, 2012. She received the PEN/Saul Bellow Award for Achievement in American Fiction in 2016. Morrison was inducted into the National Women's Hall of Fame in 2020.
Born and raised in Lorain, Ohio, Morrison graduated from Howard University in 1953 with a B.A. in English. Morrison earned a master's degree in American Literature from Cornell University in 1955. In 1957 she returned to Howard University, was married, and had two children before divorcing in 1964. Morrison became the first black female editor for fiction at Random House in New York City in the late 1960s. She developed her own reputation as an author in the 1970s and '80s. Her novel Beloved was made into a film in 1998. Morrison's works are praised for addressing the harsh consequences of racism in the United States and the Black American experience.
The National Endowment for the Humanities selected Morrison for the Jefferson Lecture, the U.S. federal government's highest honor for achievement in the humanities, in 1996. She was honored with the National Book Foundation's Medal of Distinguished Contribution to American Letters the same year. President Barack Obama presented her with the Presidential Medal of Freedom on May 29, 2012. She received the PEN/Saul Bellow Award for Achievement in American Fiction in 2016. Morrison was inducted into the National Women's Hall of Fame in 2020.
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May 14, 2025
It's time to review this thang. Not because I want to but because I have to. I read this in February (so around 9 months ago) and was left utterly in shock: Unsuspectedly, I had discovered a new favorite book. But unlike most of my other favorite books, Song of Solomon proved to be a book I didn't understand. I mean, I did understand parts of it, and feel like I "got it" in my heart, but it also completely overwhelmed me, left me confused and unqualified to ever really talk about it adequately.
My most used annotation whilst reading the book was "WTF", followed closely by "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" It took me a long time to figure out even the base structure of the story, what the characters stood for, what their motivation and goals were. You won鈥檛 believe how creeped out I was by Ruth鈥檚 behaviour in the beginning (before I figured out that piece of the puzzle) 鈥� lord, I almost put the book down.
Like Morrison's first two novels, The Bluest Eye and Sula, Song of Solomon is, at its core, a coming of age story. But unlike her first two novels, it's also a family saga, and one that has a man at its centre. Milkman is Morrison's first male protagonist.
However, despite its male focus and its exploration of masculinity and Black manhood, the women of Song of Solomon were the ones who made this book truly stand out. In this novel, women are the ones left behind. We see them trapped in their marriages and in their societal niches, crushed by the heavy burden of survival. While men are associated with flying and fleeing, women are associated with groundedness and earthliness.
We see them brought to madness at the loss of their lovers and husbands, and we see the anguish that comes when they are denied sexual love and sexual expression. Women in Song of Solomon are obsessive in their love of the men in their lives, relying on these partners as representation of "home" or of a safe place.
The only women capable of living independently, without men, are those who have been marginalized by society. Therefore, we understand the relationship between women and men in the novel as inextricably linked to the way in which we understand the society in which they live.
Unlike Hagar and Ruth, Lena finds her voice as the novel progresses and begins forming her own identity. From childhood, Lena and her sister are silenced by their father. Lena is saved from mimicking her mother Ruth鈥檚 passivity, however, because she finds her voice in a confrontation with her brother.
While speaking with him about their childhood, she remembers how she used to sit and make artificial roses: 鈥淸Making roses] kept me quiet. That鈥檚 why they make those people in the asylum weave baskets and make rag rugs. It keeps them quiet. If they didn鈥檛 have the baskets they might find out what鈥檚 really going on and do something.鈥�
Realizing how she was silenced, Lena confronts her brother and rejects the patriarchal domination under which she has been living: 鈥淲hat do you know about somebody not being good enough for somebody else? You鈥檝e been laughing at us all your life. Corinthians. Mama. Me. Using us, ordering us, and judging us: how we cook your food; how we keep your house. Who are you to approve or disapprove anybody or anything? I was breathing air in the world thirteen years before your lungs were even formed. Corinthians, twelve but now you know what's best for the very woman who wiped the dribble from your chin because you were too young to know how to spit. Our girlhood was spent like a found nickel on you. When you slept, we were quiet; when you were hungry, we cooked; when you wanted to play, we entertained you; and when you got grown enough to know the difference between a woman and a two-toned Ford, everything in this house stopped for you. Where do you get the right to decide our lives? I鈥檒l tell you where. From that hog鈥檚 gut that hangs down between your legs. I didn't go to college because of him. Because I was afraid of what he might do to Mama. You think because you hit him once that we all believe you were protecting her. Taking her side. It's a lie. You were taking over, letting us know you had the right to tell her and all of us what to do. Well, let me tell you something, baby brother: you will need more than that. I don鈥檛 make roses anymore, and you have pissed your last in this house. Now get out of my room.鈥�
Lena鈥檚 new awareness makes her angry enough to speak out. She now claims the identity that was crushed by her father and brother. These men are no longer interacting with an echo, with a self always subordinate to their own; instead, they face a strong, self-aware individual demanding autonomy. Lena makes the step towards self-expression.
Like most African-Americans of her era, Pilate lacks a documented, societally recognized history; so, she chronicles her own history instead. Most importantly, she always wears her name. Written on a scrap of paper by her father, it travels with her inside her earring, which itself is a small brass snuffbox belonging to her mother. This tangible reminder of personal history gives her strength.
When Pilate finds that she is 鈥渋solated鈥� from others, especially from men, because of her missing navel鈥攈er mystifying lack of a biological history鈥攕he learns to give birth to herself, so to speak.
Morrison dedicated this book to her father. In the introduction, she claimed that she was only ever able to write this book after he had died 鈥� maybe even because of his death. The loss of her father pushed her to this story. The novel's epitaph 鈥� The fathers may soar / And the children may know their names 鈥� accentuates the significance of fathers鈥� deeds on their children鈥檚 life and identity. Morrison said: 鈥淚t was the death of that girl鈥搕he one that lived in his mind鈥搕hat I mourned when he died.鈥� In her father鈥檚 mind, the world was full of infinite possibilities for her, he believed in her. Becoming an adult (something you may only ever become after you lose your parents), was learning to see that potential within yourself, and start believing that others might see it too.
Song of Solomon draws on diverse mythological traditions, particularly biblical, Greco-Roman, and African to create a unique narrative. It's a story that requires its readers to participate in order to piece together the seemingly incompatible elements of the story to make a sensible and meaningful whole. You have to be attentive, go back, read things twice over ... and still, many references and plot points will fly over your head. AND THAT'S OKAY.
The opening scene of Song of Solomon is one you won't quickly forget: Robert Smith, an insurance agent in an unnamed Michigan town, leaps off the roof of Mercy Hospital wearing blue silk wings and claiming that he will fly to the opposite shore of Lake Superior. Mr. Smith plummets to his death. The next day, Ruth Foster Dead, the daughter of the first Black doctor in town, gives birth to the first Black child born in Mercy Hospital, Milkman Dead.
Discovering at age four that humans cannot fly, young Milkman loses all interest in himself and others. He grows up nourished by the love of his mother and his aunt, Pilate. He is taken care of by his sisters, First Corinthians and Magdalene (called Lena), and adored by his lover and cousin, Hagar. Milkman does not reciprocate their kindness and grows up bored and privileged. He becomes a self-absorbed, petulant, and rootless man.
Prior to this moment, his father, like the pyramid, is a mysterious object of wonder; he is both fearsome and omnipotent. Yet, just as if Milkman smashed a paper-mach茅 pyramid, Macon鈥檚 image crumbles when Milkman retaliates. Milkman realizes that his father鈥檚 image is merely a fa莽ade, and that he is truly weak and vulnerable.
Guitar is especially disappointed not to find the gold because he needs the funds to carry out his mission for the Seven Days, a secret society that avenges injustices committed against African-Americans by murdering innocent whites.
Thinking that the gold might be in a cave near Macon鈥檚 old Pennsylvania farm, Milkman leaves his hometown in Michigan and heads south, promising Guitar a share of whatever gold he finds.
Before he leaves, Milkman severs his romantic relationship with Hagar, who is driven mad by his rejection and tries to kill him on multiple occasions. Instead of succeeding, Hagar finds herself "paralyzed" by her obsessive love for him. Hagar鈥檚 intense and unexpressed emotion ultimately turns self-destructive and probably causes her death in the end.
Encouraged by his findings, Milkman heads south to Shalimar, his grandfather鈥檚 ancestral home in Virginia. Milkman does not know that he is being followed by Guitar, who wants to murder Milkman because he believes that Milkman has cheated him out of his share of the gold.
While Milkman initially feels uncomfortable in Shalimar鈥檚 small-town atmosphere, he grows to love it as he uncovers more and more clues about his family history. Milkman finds that Jake鈥檚 father, his great-grandfather, was the legendary flying African, Solomon, who escaped slavery by flying back to Africa.
Milkman鈥檚 findings give him profound joy and a sense of purpose. Milkman becomes a compassionate, responsible adult. After surviving an assassination attempt at Guitar鈥檚 hands, Milkman returns home to Michigan to tell Macon Jr. and Pilate about his discoveries.
鈥淵ou wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.鈥�Song of Solomon is HUUUGE in scope. This book is so layered, so rich in theme, with so many complex characters, amazing dialogue (that makes the characters feel like real people), complicated and abstruse plot points, it was impossible to catch on to all of it 鈥� or even most of it. What was most important to me was that I loved it, that I cherished it, and that I will return to it in future years.
My most used annotation whilst reading the book was "WTF", followed closely by "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" It took me a long time to figure out even the base structure of the story, what the characters stood for, what their motivation and goals were. You won鈥檛 believe how creeped out I was by Ruth鈥檚 behaviour in the beginning (before I figured out that piece of the puzzle) 鈥� lord, I almost put the book down.
Like Morrison's first two novels, The Bluest Eye and Sula, Song of Solomon is, at its core, a coming of age story. But unlike her first two novels, it's also a family saga, and one that has a man at its centre. Milkman is Morrison's first male protagonist.
However, despite its male focus and its exploration of masculinity and Black manhood, the women of Song of Solomon were the ones who made this book truly stand out. In this novel, women are the ones left behind. We see them trapped in their marriages and in their societal niches, crushed by the heavy burden of survival. While men are associated with flying and fleeing, women are associated with groundedness and earthliness.
We see them brought to madness at the loss of their lovers and husbands, and we see the anguish that comes when they are denied sexual love and sexual expression. Women in Song of Solomon are obsessive in their love of the men in their lives, relying on these partners as representation of "home" or of a safe place.
鈥淵ou can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can't value you more than you value yourself.鈥�Most of the women in the novel have smothered their own identities, their voices, by depending on men for a sense of self. As a result, the silenced voice often seeks self-destructive or otherwise hurtful forms of expression.
The only women capable of living independently, without men, are those who have been marginalized by society. Therefore, we understand the relationship between women and men in the novel as inextricably linked to the way in which we understand the society in which they live.
Unlike Hagar and Ruth, Lena finds her voice as the novel progresses and begins forming her own identity. From childhood, Lena and her sister are silenced by their father. Lena is saved from mimicking her mother Ruth鈥檚 passivity, however, because she finds her voice in a confrontation with her brother.
While speaking with him about their childhood, she remembers how she used to sit and make artificial roses: 鈥淸Making roses] kept me quiet. That鈥檚 why they make those people in the asylum weave baskets and make rag rugs. It keeps them quiet. If they didn鈥檛 have the baskets they might find out what鈥檚 really going on and do something.鈥�
Realizing how she was silenced, Lena confronts her brother and rejects the patriarchal domination under which she has been living: 鈥淲hat do you know about somebody not being good enough for somebody else? You鈥檝e been laughing at us all your life. Corinthians. Mama. Me. Using us, ordering us, and judging us: how we cook your food; how we keep your house. Who are you to approve or disapprove anybody or anything? I was breathing air in the world thirteen years before your lungs were even formed. Corinthians, twelve but now you know what's best for the very woman who wiped the dribble from your chin because you were too young to know how to spit. Our girlhood was spent like a found nickel on you. When you slept, we were quiet; when you were hungry, we cooked; when you wanted to play, we entertained you; and when you got grown enough to know the difference between a woman and a two-toned Ford, everything in this house stopped for you. Where do you get the right to decide our lives? I鈥檒l tell you where. From that hog鈥檚 gut that hangs down between your legs. I didn't go to college because of him. Because I was afraid of what he might do to Mama. You think because you hit him once that we all believe you were protecting her. Taking her side. It's a lie. You were taking over, letting us know you had the right to tell her and all of us what to do. Well, let me tell you something, baby brother: you will need more than that. I don鈥檛 make roses anymore, and you have pissed your last in this house. Now get out of my room.鈥�
Lena鈥檚 new awareness makes her angry enough to speak out. She now claims the identity that was crushed by her father and brother. These men are no longer interacting with an echo, with a self always subordinate to their own; instead, they face a strong, self-aware individual demanding autonomy. Lena makes the step towards self-expression.
鈥淧ilate can鈥檛 teach you a thing you can use in this world. Maybe the next, but not this one.鈥�Pilate is set apart from the other women in the novel because she maintains a distinctive identity all along, expressing herself though song and through wise, direct speech. Pilate keeps her own literal and figurative voice for two reasons. First, she has a sense of personal identity that does not depend on men or society for validation.
Like most African-Americans of her era, Pilate lacks a documented, societally recognized history; so, she chronicles her own history instead. Most importantly, she always wears her name. Written on a scrap of paper by her father, it travels with her inside her earring, which itself is a small brass snuffbox belonging to her mother. This tangible reminder of personal history gives her strength.
When Pilate finds that she is 鈥渋solated鈥� from others, especially from men, because of her missing navel鈥攈er mystifying lack of a biological history鈥攕he learns to give birth to herself, so to speak.
Morrison dedicated this book to her father. In the introduction, she claimed that she was only ever able to write this book after he had died 鈥� maybe even because of his death. The loss of her father pushed her to this story. The novel's epitaph 鈥� The fathers may soar / And the children may know their names 鈥� accentuates the significance of fathers鈥� deeds on their children鈥檚 life and identity. Morrison said: 鈥淚t was the death of that girl鈥搕he one that lived in his mind鈥搕hat I mourned when he died.鈥� In her father鈥檚 mind, the world was full of infinite possibilities for her, he believed in her. Becoming an adult (something you may only ever become after you lose your parents), was learning to see that potential within yourself, and start believing that others might see it too.
鈥淲hat difference does it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?鈥�Morrison makes her protagonist unearth the history of his family and hence the myths of African slaves of the South to comprehend his true identity. Moreover, the most congenial character portrayed in the novel is Pilate who has sustained the way of life and values of her forefathers in the heart of modern America and also acts as the guardian of her nephew who is supposed to incarnate the myths of their ancestors.
Song of Solomon draws on diverse mythological traditions, particularly biblical, Greco-Roman, and African to create a unique narrative. It's a story that requires its readers to participate in order to piece together the seemingly incompatible elements of the story to make a sensible and meaningful whole. You have to be attentive, go back, read things twice over ... and still, many references and plot points will fly over your head. AND THAT'S OKAY.
The opening scene of Song of Solomon is one you won't quickly forget: Robert Smith, an insurance agent in an unnamed Michigan town, leaps off the roof of Mercy Hospital wearing blue silk wings and claiming that he will fly to the opposite shore of Lake Superior. Mr. Smith plummets to his death. The next day, Ruth Foster Dead, the daughter of the first Black doctor in town, gives birth to the first Black child born in Mercy Hospital, Milkman Dead.
Discovering at age four that humans cannot fly, young Milkman loses all interest in himself and others. He grows up nourished by the love of his mother and his aunt, Pilate. He is taken care of by his sisters, First Corinthians and Magdalene (called Lena), and adored by his lover and cousin, Hagar. Milkman does not reciprocate their kindness and grows up bored and privileged. He becomes a self-absorbed, petulant, and rootless man.
鈥淗e ain鈥檛 a house, he鈥檚 a man, and whatever he need, don鈥檛 none of you got it.鈥�Throughout his life, Milkman has a very strained relationship to his father. One day, he hits Macon after he abuses Ruth. The act of retaliation represents Milkman鈥檚 loss of innocence and transition into full adulthood; he realizes that he no longer fears his father: 鈥淭here was the pain and shame of seeing his father crumple before any man鈥揺ven himself. Sorrow in discovering that the pyramid was not five-thousand-year wonder of the civilized world, mysteriously and permanently constructed by generation after generation of hardy men who had died in order to perfect it, but that it had been made in the back room at Sears, by a clever window dresser, of papier-mach茅, guaranteed to last a lifetime.鈥�
Prior to this moment, his father, like the pyramid, is a mysterious object of wonder; he is both fearsome and omnipotent. Yet, just as if Milkman smashed a paper-mach茅 pyramid, Macon鈥檚 image crumbles when Milkman retaliates. Milkman realizes that his father鈥檚 image is merely a fa莽ade, and that he is truly weak and vulnerable.
鈥淗e himself did nothing. Except for the one time he had hit his father, he had never acted independently, and that act, his only one, had brought unwanted knowledge too, as well as some responsibility for that knowledge.鈥�By the time Milkman reaches the age of thirty-two, he feels stifled living with his parents and wants to escape to somewhere else. Macon Jr. informs Milkman that Pilate may have millions of dollars in gold wrapped in a green tarp suspended from the ceiling of her rundown shack. With the help of his best friend, Guitar Bains, whom he promises a share of the loot, Milkman robs Pilate but inside the green tarp, Milkman and Guitar find only some rocks and a human skeleton (= they later find out that the skeleton is Milkman's grandfather, Macon Dead I).
Guitar is especially disappointed not to find the gold because he needs the funds to carry out his mission for the Seven Days, a secret society that avenges injustices committed against African-Americans by murdering innocent whites.
Thinking that the gold might be in a cave near Macon鈥檚 old Pennsylvania farm, Milkman leaves his hometown in Michigan and heads south, promising Guitar a share of whatever gold he finds.
Before he leaves, Milkman severs his romantic relationship with Hagar, who is driven mad by his rejection and tries to kill him on multiple occasions. Instead of succeeding, Hagar finds herself "paralyzed" by her obsessive love for him. Hagar鈥檚 intense and unexpressed emotion ultimately turns self-destructive and probably causes her death in the end.
鈥淗e meant that if you take a life, then you own it. You responsible for it. You can鈥檛 get rid of nobody by killing them. They still there, and they yours now.鈥�When there is no gold to be found in Montour County, Milkman starts looking for his long-lost family history. Milkman meets Circe, an old midwife who helped deliver Macon Jr. and Pilate. Circe tells Milkman that Macon鈥檚 original name was Jake and that he was married to an indigenous girl, Sing.
Encouraged by his findings, Milkman heads south to Shalimar, his grandfather鈥檚 ancestral home in Virginia. Milkman does not know that he is being followed by Guitar, who wants to murder Milkman because he believes that Milkman has cheated him out of his share of the gold.
While Milkman initially feels uncomfortable in Shalimar鈥檚 small-town atmosphere, he grows to love it as he uncovers more and more clues about his family history. Milkman finds that Jake鈥檚 father, his great-grandfather, was the legendary flying African, Solomon, who escaped slavery by flying back to Africa.
Milkman鈥檚 findings give him profound joy and a sense of purpose. Milkman becomes a compassionate, responsible adult. After surviving an assassination attempt at Guitar鈥檚 hands, Milkman returns home to Michigan to tell Macon Jr. and Pilate about his discoveries.
鈥淒on鈥檛 nobody have to die if they don鈥檛 want to.鈥�At home, he finds that Hagar has died of a broken heart and that the emotional problems plaguing his family have not gone away. Nevertheless, Milkman accompanies Pilate back to Shalimar, where they bury Jake鈥檚 bones on Solomon鈥檚 Leap, the mountain from which Solomon鈥檚 flight to Africa began. Immediately after Jake鈥檚 burial, Pilate is struck dead by a bullet that Guitar had intended for Milkman. Heartbroken over Pilate鈥檚 death but invigorated by his recent transformation, Milkman calls out Guitar鈥檚 name and leaps toward him. Milkman has finally learned to fly.
April 22, 2024
i need this book injected in my veins.
it has one of the best beginnings i've ever read, and it has one of the best endings i've ever read, and all of the middle parts are pretty damn good too.
its explorations of family, of naming, of the permanently unhealed wound of slavery, of gender and power, and of love are unforgettable.
i hate reviewing books i love at the best of times, and for this one in particular there is just no way i can do it justice.
bottom line: please, for the love of yourself, read it.
it has one of the best beginnings i've ever read, and it has one of the best endings i've ever read, and all of the middle parts are pretty damn good too.
its explorations of family, of naming, of the permanently unhealed wound of slavery, of gender and power, and of love are unforgettable.
i hate reviewing books i love at the best of times, and for this one in particular there is just no way i can do it justice.
bottom line: please, for the love of yourself, read it.
April 1, 2016
"He walked there now--strutted is the better word, for he had a high behind and an athlete' stride--thinking of names. Surely, he thought, he and his sister had some ancestor, some lithe young man with onyx skin and legs as straight as cane stalks, who had a name that was real. A name given to him at birth with love and seriousness. A name that was not a joke, nor a disguise, nor a brand name." - Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
There鈥檚 so much to say about this book. Someone described it as kaleidoscopic and I think that's a very apt description. It鈥檚 probably one of the most complex stories that I鈥檝e read from Morrison; such a rich tapestry of stories, including some magical realism, symbolism, myths, and family history. There are many characters, and each character seems to be so essential, not superfluous at all like in some other books. Everything was obviously carefully thought out and I wouldn鈥檛 expect anything less from Toni Morrison.
The story is a coming of age story of Macon 鈥淢ilkman鈥� Dead III., the son of a rich black man in a Midwestern city. I love it when Morrison gives us characters that are deeply flawed , yet manages to show some humanity, or helps us understand to an extent why a person is the way they are. In many cases, it鈥檚 family history that results in this, and in this book we eventually see Milkman going on a journey to discover his past.
It鈥檚 also about the hurt from the past and how that can direct our lives. Macon II watched his father getting killed and getting his land stolen and he becomes a man who is focusing on respectability politics, a cold man who is all about material possessions and has no joy in his life. He鈥檚 the only black man with a car in the neighbourhood and he takes his family out every week on a ride, a joyless ride, a ride more out of duty than for anything else:
鈥淥thers watched the family gliding by with a tiny bit of jealousy and a whole lot of amusement, for Macon鈥檚 wide green Packard belied what they thought a car was for. He never went over twenty miles an hour, never gunned his engine, never stayed in first gear for a block or two to give pedestrians a thrill.鈥�
Being such a central character, I concentrated mostly on Milkman's story the first time I read this. This time, however, I was more drawn to the female characters. Because I鈥檝e been thinking a lot about emotional work and how women often end up doing that, I focused a lot on that during my reading. We see that in this book when Milkman鈥檚 mother, sisters, and lover/cousin constantly prop him up and nurture him. In a sense they are supporting casts to his story and their existence seems to circle around Milkman. You'd think they have no story of their own, especially if you look at them through Milkman's eyes, who doesn鈥檛 really acknowledge the work they do; in fact he seems to feel he is being used:
鈥淒eep down in that pocket where his heart hid, he felt used. Somehow everybody was using him for something or as something. Working out some scheme of their own on him, making him the subject of their dreams of wealth, or love, or martyrdom. Everything they did seemed to be about him, yet nothing he wanted was part of it.鈥�
I found Milkman to be quite infuriating and selfish. The women in general are trapped by cultural and societal mores, as well as good old-fashioned patriarchy which results in a 40 year old woman being too afraid to tell her father that she has a boyfriend. Ruth, Milkman's mother, says about herself, "...because the fact is that I am a small woman. I don't mean little; I mean small and I'm small because I was pressed small." She's also described as "husbanding her own misery, shaping it, making of it an art and a Way." There is so much anguish and lost lives among most of the woman characters.
There is an exception to the above, and that is Pilate, who is my favourite Morrison character so far. She is very unconventional, starting with the fact that she was born with no navel:
"She was a natural healer, and among quarreling drunks and fighting women she could hold her own, and sometimes mediated a peace that lasted a good bit longer than it should have because it was administered by someone not like them."
All in all, a wonderful book that will stay with me for a long time!
May 6, 2025
鈥淵ou wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down鈥� (Morrison 179).
鈥淧erhaps that鈥檚 what all human relationships boiled down to: Would you save my life? Or would you take it?鈥� (Morrison 331).
鈥淪ong of Solomon鈥� is Professor Morrison at her most heroic. One of the greatest masterpieces of the 20th century, her novel is all at once a sorrowful and richly rewarding experience.
I read this in high school, and several more times as an adult, because I am always seduced by this startling re-imagining of the coming of age and hero鈥檚 journey.
In terms of plot, it鈥檚 Morrison鈥檚 most accessible. It鈥檚 one of the rare books that she uses concrete chapter breaks.
It's the story of Milkman Dead, a privileged black man who comes of age as an adult after he learns of his heritage, and after he learns to love himself and those who support his journey along the way.
Milkman鈥檚 transformation from narcissistic man-child, privileged and bored, to someone completely moved by the discovery of his roots is what makes this novel so beautiful, and multilayered.
We learn of Milkman鈥檚 relationships with his family: the strong-willed Macon Dead, his mysterious and ethereal sister, and Milkman鈥檚 aunt without a naval, Pilate; of their story of how their father was murdered, and having to grow up escaping the cruelties of black life during from 1931-1961.
There is his secretive mother Ruth, who may have had an incestuous relationship with her father, Dr. Foster, Milkman鈥檚 maternal Grandfather; Milkman's sister, Corinthians, who also harbors heartbreaking secrets of her own, with reasons that will break your heart.
Then there's Milkman鈥檚 romantic relationship with his cousin Hagar- passionate and violent. She tries to stab him six times with a butcher knife.
Of course, the novel isn鈥檛 complete without Guitar, Milkman鈥檚 complete mirror opposite- first his friend, then sworn enemy. Guitar is orphaned, and angry, lacking a family unit that Milkman enviously has, especially after the suspicious demise of his family.
Guitar is sexy, and smolders with his rage and becomes a member of the Seven Days assassins; a vigilante group hell-bent on murdering white people for every act of brutality against black bodies.
Milkman and the characters that revolve around him all play a role in showing the reader the difficulties and joys of what it means to be human, of being black, and evokes every emotion imaginable in showing us the wonderful complexities of what it is to come of age, and discovering the loves and joys of growing up in such an audaciously ethereal world- of where men fly, women have clean and painless births, and of where obsessive love has no limit, "what good is a man's life if he can't even choose what to die for?"(Morrison 223). Magical realism and the images of flight appear and reappear often.
Pilate鈥檚 innate goodness and love for family, especially both Milkman and Hagar shows her inherent ability to accept everyone for who they are. Her ability to tell stories and to whisper to the spirits of her ancestors is magical, and simply gorgeous.
Guitar is one of literature鈥檚 greatest and charismatic antiheroes (calling him a villain is too simplistic) he too is complicated, written with trademark empathy and love by Morrison. He has the most gorgeous, affecting monologues.
There is a line that sticks out to me when after Milkman has complained about Hagar again, Guitar responds with unflinching love, "that girl's hurt-and the hurt came from you" (Morrison 152) which later is echoed ironically by Pilate's declaration of love for her, "And she was loved!" (Morrison 319) over her heartbreak that Milkman's forgotten about her.
It鈥檚 the women that have always remembered her. Pilate鈥檚 loving and power is the one shattering moment that exquisitely foreshadows up to one of literature鈥檚 most wrenching, but perfect endings.
It is one of many books by Toni Morrison where her trademark humor, humanity and love for language and her characters completely transcend genres, and political beliefs, allowing everyone to experience catharsis.
Even Macon Sr., who at the first glance seems abusive and materialistic, wants nothing for Milkman to find himself, "if you want to be a whole man, you have to deal with the whole truth" (Morrison 70).
It seems to me Morrison loved Milkman and Guitar deeply, with Pilate providing us a personal and female character for us to read that are brought together at one heart stopping moment after Guitar accidentally causes Pilate to fly off into legendary status.
This moment finally allows Milkman to fully realize what love is about, 鈥渘ow he knew why he loved her so. Without ever leaving the ground, she could fly. 'There must be another one like you,' he whispered to her. 'There's got to be at least one more woman like you" (Morrison 336).
I remember that I was rereading this novel around the time the mighty Toni Morrison passed away. I realized how much she meant to me- as an educator and a reader of how her work can affect an outsider like myself and always want to do better.
This masterpiece shows the love and power Morrison had for the world, and like Pilate- she has flown off into legendary status as well.
I still mourn for the loss of this woman who gave so much of her own life to her work- and Pilate, Guitar, and Milkman immediately came to mind
There will never be another Toni Morrison.
1931-2019.
Rest in Power. 馃珎
鈥淧erhaps that鈥檚 what all human relationships boiled down to: Would you save my life? Or would you take it?鈥� (Morrison 331).
鈥淪ong of Solomon鈥� is Professor Morrison at her most heroic. One of the greatest masterpieces of the 20th century, her novel is all at once a sorrowful and richly rewarding experience.
I read this in high school, and several more times as an adult, because I am always seduced by this startling re-imagining of the coming of age and hero鈥檚 journey.
In terms of plot, it鈥檚 Morrison鈥檚 most accessible. It鈥檚 one of the rare books that she uses concrete chapter breaks.
It's the story of Milkman Dead, a privileged black man who comes of age as an adult after he learns of his heritage, and after he learns to love himself and those who support his journey along the way.
Milkman鈥檚 transformation from narcissistic man-child, privileged and bored, to someone completely moved by the discovery of his roots is what makes this novel so beautiful, and multilayered.
We learn of Milkman鈥檚 relationships with his family: the strong-willed Macon Dead, his mysterious and ethereal sister, and Milkman鈥檚 aunt without a naval, Pilate; of their story of how their father was murdered, and having to grow up escaping the cruelties of black life during from 1931-1961.
There is his secretive mother Ruth, who may have had an incestuous relationship with her father, Dr. Foster, Milkman鈥檚 maternal Grandfather; Milkman's sister, Corinthians, who also harbors heartbreaking secrets of her own, with reasons that will break your heart.
Then there's Milkman鈥檚 romantic relationship with his cousin Hagar- passionate and violent. She tries to stab him six times with a butcher knife.
Of course, the novel isn鈥檛 complete without Guitar, Milkman鈥檚 complete mirror opposite- first his friend, then sworn enemy. Guitar is orphaned, and angry, lacking a family unit that Milkman enviously has, especially after the suspicious demise of his family.
Guitar is sexy, and smolders with his rage and becomes a member of the Seven Days assassins; a vigilante group hell-bent on murdering white people for every act of brutality against black bodies.
Milkman and the characters that revolve around him all play a role in showing the reader the difficulties and joys of what it means to be human, of being black, and evokes every emotion imaginable in showing us the wonderful complexities of what it is to come of age, and discovering the loves and joys of growing up in such an audaciously ethereal world- of where men fly, women have clean and painless births, and of where obsessive love has no limit, "what good is a man's life if he can't even choose what to die for?"(Morrison 223). Magical realism and the images of flight appear and reappear often.
Pilate鈥檚 innate goodness and love for family, especially both Milkman and Hagar shows her inherent ability to accept everyone for who they are. Her ability to tell stories and to whisper to the spirits of her ancestors is magical, and simply gorgeous.
Guitar is one of literature鈥檚 greatest and charismatic antiheroes (calling him a villain is too simplistic) he too is complicated, written with trademark empathy and love by Morrison. He has the most gorgeous, affecting monologues.
There is a line that sticks out to me when after Milkman has complained about Hagar again, Guitar responds with unflinching love, "that girl's hurt-and the hurt came from you" (Morrison 152) which later is echoed ironically by Pilate's declaration of love for her, "And she was loved!" (Morrison 319) over her heartbreak that Milkman's forgotten about her.
It鈥檚 the women that have always remembered her. Pilate鈥檚 loving and power is the one shattering moment that exquisitely foreshadows up to one of literature鈥檚 most wrenching, but perfect endings.
It is one of many books by Toni Morrison where her trademark humor, humanity and love for language and her characters completely transcend genres, and political beliefs, allowing everyone to experience catharsis.
Even Macon Sr., who at the first glance seems abusive and materialistic, wants nothing for Milkman to find himself, "if you want to be a whole man, you have to deal with the whole truth" (Morrison 70).
It seems to me Morrison loved Milkman and Guitar deeply, with Pilate providing us a personal and female character for us to read that are brought together at one heart stopping moment after Guitar accidentally causes Pilate to fly off into legendary status.
This moment finally allows Milkman to fully realize what love is about, 鈥渘ow he knew why he loved her so. Without ever leaving the ground, she could fly. 'There must be another one like you,' he whispered to her. 'There's got to be at least one more woman like you" (Morrison 336).
I remember that I was rereading this novel around the time the mighty Toni Morrison passed away. I realized how much she meant to me- as an educator and a reader of how her work can affect an outsider like myself and always want to do better.
This masterpiece shows the love and power Morrison had for the world, and like Pilate- she has flown off into legendary status as well.
I still mourn for the loss of this woman who gave so much of her own life to her work- and Pilate, Guitar, and Milkman immediately came to mind
There will never be another Toni Morrison.
1931-2019.
Rest in Power. 馃珎
October 22, 2017
Have you ever considered the historical heritage and the intrinsic meaning of your name and surname? What is a proper noun if not a word that carries concentrated quintessence to depict oneself? Aren鈥檛 people named after parents or grandparents paying homage to their own ancestry somehow?
There is something miraculous about the past that the future lacks. All nations, maybe even the whole mankind, have managed to transform thousands and millions of particular fictions created by individual beings into a unique and collective memory, into a shared history, into a coherent past. Contrarily, the future can鈥檛 be designed collectively. Its individual fictions are elusive, unfinished, bled dry because like all visions of heaven and hell, they are ethereal.
Milkman believes people鈥檚 names reflect their own yearnings, failures, wishes, weaknesses and even their worst fears. Names bear witness, names are condensed DNA. But what happens if one鈥檚 name is the byproduct of mere randomness or the result of some humiliating mishap like a 鈥渨hite drunkard鈥� mistyping what he hears? Milkman鈥檚 鈥渙fficial鈥� name is Macom Dead. Named after his father and grandfather, Macom the third knows he can鈥檛 have a future because his surname is Dead. His nickname 鈥淢ilkman鈥� mirrors disturbing connotations about his mother Ruth and the effects sustained sexual deprivation and marital abuse have on her waning psyche, perverting the significance of Macon鈥檚 nickname and leaving the young man even more restless about his true origins.
"It鈥檚 a wonder anybody knows who anybody is.鈥� A whole generation of people with empty names: Empire States, Railroads Hospital, Guitar Bains, Macom Dead. A dark joke played on a hapless community by a wounded past suppurating with centuries of slavery and steadfast barbarity where everybody is on a quest to give meaning to their hollow identities.
Some, like Milkman鈥檚 father, the regal Macom Dead the second, think they can recover their robbed pride with riches and status. Others, like Guitar Bains, Milkman鈥檚 best friend, are moved by a bloodthirsty and insane vengeance to rebalance justice in a universe ruled with radical fanaticism. They are all groping in the dark, lost in the thick mist of fear and shame, in a world where the living and the dead coexist in the mystical tradition of Afro-American songs.
Only those who are not afraid of ghosts, only those who intone healing melodies to suture the scarred past, only those who welcome anonymity with arms wide open possess the clairvoyance to reach beyond the mist and are blessed with the redeeming light of truth.
Pilate, Milkman鈥檚 aunt and his father鈥檚 sister, is a natural shaman who searches no more. Equally shunned yet respected by all, she accepts the encumbrance of existence and pays her respects to her ancestors in taking life as the precious treasure it is, forcing Milkman to ponder about his aimless one.
Estranged from his own family and impelled by self-pity, Milkman embarks on a journey to the past that leads him to Southern Virginia following the traces of his great-grandfather.
Who is Solomon? Why does Milkman have an urge to fly since he was a kid? Why is he rooted in a past that prevents him from thinking of a future? What is he really afraid of? A chain of prodigious events involving supernatural experiences in a cave full of bones and gold, the communion of a man鈥檚 lost soul with Mother Earth and disturbing dreams about disembodied female spirits points selfless love as the hidden path to Milkman鈥檚 true identity.
With the menacing subplot of a declared racial war pulsating in her arrhythmic phrasing, Morrison creates a joined voice for the oppressed minorities of the Afro-American community that sings with the inherent melody of myths and legends incrusted in their popular tradition. Below Morrison鈥檚 unmistakable sumptuous prose, vibrant imagery and the allegoric dimension of her magic realism there is a painful exploration of recurrent themes such as the weight of past, the burden of present and the shifting power between genders in the Southern America of the sixties.
Sinking his fingers deep into the mossy soil, cradled by the roots of a Sweetgum Tree and inhaling the movement of the whispering leaves, Milkman listens to the soft tune of a faraway song. 鈥淪olomon done fly, Solomon done gone, Solomon cut across the sky, Solomon gone home!鈥� Blinded by the absence of fear and tired of dodging death, Milkman submits to the Song of Solomon and opens his wings to soar the skies with a lightness of being and a confident heart beating with faith for a bright future that will redeem a silenced past.
There is something miraculous about the past that the future lacks. All nations, maybe even the whole mankind, have managed to transform thousands and millions of particular fictions created by individual beings into a unique and collective memory, into a shared history, into a coherent past. Contrarily, the future can鈥檛 be designed collectively. Its individual fictions are elusive, unfinished, bled dry because like all visions of heaven and hell, they are ethereal.
Milkman believes people鈥檚 names reflect their own yearnings, failures, wishes, weaknesses and even their worst fears. Names bear witness, names are condensed DNA. But what happens if one鈥檚 name is the byproduct of mere randomness or the result of some humiliating mishap like a 鈥渨hite drunkard鈥� mistyping what he hears? Milkman鈥檚 鈥渙fficial鈥� name is Macom Dead. Named after his father and grandfather, Macom the third knows he can鈥檛 have a future because his surname is Dead. His nickname 鈥淢ilkman鈥� mirrors disturbing connotations about his mother Ruth and the effects sustained sexual deprivation and marital abuse have on her waning psyche, perverting the significance of Macon鈥檚 nickname and leaving the young man even more restless about his true origins.
"It鈥檚 a wonder anybody knows who anybody is.鈥� A whole generation of people with empty names: Empire States, Railroads Hospital, Guitar Bains, Macom Dead. A dark joke played on a hapless community by a wounded past suppurating with centuries of slavery and steadfast barbarity where everybody is on a quest to give meaning to their hollow identities.
Some, like Milkman鈥檚 father, the regal Macom Dead the second, think they can recover their robbed pride with riches and status. Others, like Guitar Bains, Milkman鈥檚 best friend, are moved by a bloodthirsty and insane vengeance to rebalance justice in a universe ruled with radical fanaticism. They are all groping in the dark, lost in the thick mist of fear and shame, in a world where the living and the dead coexist in the mystical tradition of Afro-American songs.
Only those who are not afraid of ghosts, only those who intone healing melodies to suture the scarred past, only those who welcome anonymity with arms wide open possess the clairvoyance to reach beyond the mist and are blessed with the redeeming light of truth.
Pilate, Milkman鈥檚 aunt and his father鈥檚 sister, is a natural shaman who searches no more. Equally shunned yet respected by all, she accepts the encumbrance of existence and pays her respects to her ancestors in taking life as the precious treasure it is, forcing Milkman to ponder about his aimless one.
Estranged from his own family and impelled by self-pity, Milkman embarks on a journey to the past that leads him to Southern Virginia following the traces of his great-grandfather.
Who is Solomon? Why does Milkman have an urge to fly since he was a kid? Why is he rooted in a past that prevents him from thinking of a future? What is he really afraid of? A chain of prodigious events involving supernatural experiences in a cave full of bones and gold, the communion of a man鈥檚 lost soul with Mother Earth and disturbing dreams about disembodied female spirits points selfless love as the hidden path to Milkman鈥檚 true identity.
With the menacing subplot of a declared racial war pulsating in her arrhythmic phrasing, Morrison creates a joined voice for the oppressed minorities of the Afro-American community that sings with the inherent melody of myths and legends incrusted in their popular tradition. Below Morrison鈥檚 unmistakable sumptuous prose, vibrant imagery and the allegoric dimension of her magic realism there is a painful exploration of recurrent themes such as the weight of past, the burden of present and the shifting power between genders in the Southern America of the sixties.
Sinking his fingers deep into the mossy soil, cradled by the roots of a Sweetgum Tree and inhaling the movement of the whispering leaves, Milkman listens to the soft tune of a faraway song. 鈥淪olomon done fly, Solomon done gone, Solomon cut across the sky, Solomon gone home!鈥� Blinded by the absence of fear and tired of dodging death, Milkman submits to the Song of Solomon and opens his wings to soar the skies with a lightness of being and a confident heart beating with faith for a bright future that will redeem a silenced past.
August 14, 2019
Song of Solomon
begins and ends with a leap, a man hurling himself into the air, an act of surrender. Book-ended between these (attempted) acts of flight, a rich and beautiful work of literature slowly, gradually, takes wing.
This is the fifth Toni Morrison book I鈥檝e read (after Beloved, The Bluest Eye, Home and Sula), and I think of these five, Song of Solomon is the one that asks the most of its reader. It鈥檚 not a book that enchants immediately. The characters 鈥� at least in the beginning 鈥� are all awful or at least infuriating, and it鈥檚 difficult to know who to get behind. But as the story unfolds, the complexity and humanity of the characters are revealed so that they begin to earn the reader鈥檚 sympathy and affection. By the end you realise that the psychology of each and every one of them makes perfect sense, that their personal experiences and generations of history have subtly shaped who they became, and that this tapestry of lives is telling a much bigger story. Even the characters鈥� names 鈥� Milkman, Corinthians, Guitar, Pilate 鈥� seemingly so whimsical, are emblematic of profoundly important truths.
For the first half, I was unsure really what the thrust of the novel even was. If you had asked me what it鈥檚 about, the best I could have managed is 鈥榯he story of a well-off, urban black family in 20th century America鈥�. It meanders and ambles around, in ways that seem so unstructured as to be frustratingly messy and, beautifully written though it is, those early chapters lacked some sort of hook. Gradually though, it emerges that the family鈥檚 (relative) wealth has disconnected, alienated and trapped them; that their upward mobility, especially for the women, has limits; that each one of them is isolated and alone even while living all together under one roof.
This unrest reaches a tipping point which sets Milkman off on an odyssey that forms Part II of the novel. Ostensibly he is seeking material wealth, but what Milkman finds as he retraces the steps of his forebears is much richer and more valuable. Morrison pulls it all together so gradually that when a pattern and a structure finally emerge it almost feels accidental. But if you go back and re-read the early chapters, you realise that the threads and pathways were there all along. This is the kind of book that rewards patience, close reading, and (I expect) multiple re-reads. Powerful and immensely rewarding.
This is the fifth Toni Morrison book I鈥檝e read (after Beloved, The Bluest Eye, Home and Sula), and I think of these five, Song of Solomon is the one that asks the most of its reader. It鈥檚 not a book that enchants immediately. The characters 鈥� at least in the beginning 鈥� are all awful or at least infuriating, and it鈥檚 difficult to know who to get behind. But as the story unfolds, the complexity and humanity of the characters are revealed so that they begin to earn the reader鈥檚 sympathy and affection. By the end you realise that the psychology of each and every one of them makes perfect sense, that their personal experiences and generations of history have subtly shaped who they became, and that this tapestry of lives is telling a much bigger story. Even the characters鈥� names 鈥� Milkman, Corinthians, Guitar, Pilate 鈥� seemingly so whimsical, are emblematic of profoundly important truths.
For the first half, I was unsure really what the thrust of the novel even was. If you had asked me what it鈥檚 about, the best I could have managed is 鈥榯he story of a well-off, urban black family in 20th century America鈥�. It meanders and ambles around, in ways that seem so unstructured as to be frustratingly messy and, beautifully written though it is, those early chapters lacked some sort of hook. Gradually though, it emerges that the family鈥檚 (relative) wealth has disconnected, alienated and trapped them; that their upward mobility, especially for the women, has limits; that each one of them is isolated and alone even while living all together under one roof.
This unrest reaches a tipping point which sets Milkman off on an odyssey that forms Part II of the novel. Ostensibly he is seeking material wealth, but what Milkman finds as he retraces the steps of his forebears is much richer and more valuable. Morrison pulls it all together so gradually that when a pattern and a structure finally emerge it almost feels accidental. But if you go back and re-read the early chapters, you realise that the threads and pathways were there all along. This is the kind of book that rewards patience, close reading, and (I expect) multiple re-reads. Powerful and immensely rewarding.
April 20, 2015
Almost four whole months into 2015 and I've finally read my first four-star book. You can always trust Toni Morrison to deliver even when you think all hope is lost. I think Song of Solomon is my favourite Morrison novel thus far. This novel just flows with greatness. I feel that I enjoyed this book more than let's say, Beloved, because the time period in which this is set (the 1930s through to the 60s) is an era with which I'm relatively familiar. She references the murder of Emmett Till and the rise of Malcolm X for instance. I felt more of a connect because of the historical time setting. In many ways I found that this novel almost mirrors the early chapters of , I'm not sure if this was intentional though. I really found this novel to be "unputdownable", more so than the other Morrison novels that I've read. If I were to choose a good starting place for Morrison virgins, I'd choose Song of Solomon. I really enjoyed this one.
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September 18, 2024One of my absolute favorites, partly for the following:
"You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? he can't value you more than you value yourself."
"You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? he can't value you more than you value yourself."
May 5, 2018
鈥淵ou wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.鈥�
鈥� Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
I liked all of it and loved much of it. It is an amazing piece of literature with beautifully realized characters. Originally, I felt this book was on par with , but still not as strong as . I now think they are ALL great Morrison novels. The further I get from this book, the bigger and the bolder the shadow it casts. I love how Morrison writes and how she juggles big themes (death, family, trauma, class, home, race, slavery and African-American culture, etc). Obviously, she belong in the canon of great black writers, great women writers, etc., but her words and novels transcend ALL of those shelves. She is wrestling with global themes and ideas that transcend race, sex, culture, and time.
鈥� Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
I liked all of it and loved much of it. It is an amazing piece of literature with beautifully realized characters. Originally, I felt this book was on par with , but still not as strong as . I now think they are ALL great Morrison novels. The further I get from this book, the bigger and the bolder the shadow it casts. I love how Morrison writes and how she juggles big themes (death, family, trauma, class, home, race, slavery and African-American culture, etc). Obviously, she belong in the canon of great black writers, great women writers, etc., but her words and novels transcend ALL of those shelves. She is wrestling with global themes and ideas that transcend race, sex, culture, and time.
January 1, 2020
A ver, se帽oras y se帽ores, esta novela fue galardonada con el National Critics Awards en 1978 y en ella se dicen cosas como estas:
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May 22, 2019
It鈥檚 pretty apparent why this novel is considered a masterpiece, the three stars only reflect my personal enjoyment of the text which was, frankly, limited 鈥� I wasn鈥檛 really invested in the characters, but again, that鈥檚 more a matter of personal taste. The eponymous 鈥淪olomon鈥� in the text is the great-grandfather of the protagonist who escaped back to Africa because he couldn鈥檛 bear the condition of enslavement, leaving behind his 21 children and his wife; the biblical Solomon was the wise king of Israel who, when having to decide which of two women was the true mother of a child, announced that the child would be cut in half as a compromise 鈥� when one woman promptly renounced her claim to safe the child, he pronounced her the mother. So Morrison鈥檚 Solomon saves himself instead of being torn apart by a society that perceives him as a lesser human, but all of his descendants will suffer from the traumatic effects of slavery and Jim Crow: His illiterate son dies from a seizure while trying to protect his land, his grandson acquires wealth but sacrifices his compassion and spirit in order to survive during the era of segregation, and his great-grandson ventures on a journey for deliverance 鈥� and this journey is at the center of the novel.
Milkman, the great-grandson of Solomon, leaves Michigan in search of the gold his father and aunt Pilate once left behind in a cage in Pennsylvania. At the beginning, he displays an attitude similar to his father, a heightened individualism that strives for personal gain and uses others. Milkman has no deep emotional connection to his family and friends, and no spiritual connection to nature and the land like his great-grandfather and grandfather. But, a typical motive in American novels, the outer movement reflects an inner movement, and it鈥檚 important to realize that Milkman does not travel westward as the American myth usually has it, but ultimately southward, to Virginia, reversing the migration pattern of his family. So in a way, he also travels back in time, because (as his aunt Pilate puts it): 鈥滾ife is life. Precious. And the dead you kill is yours. They stay with you anyway, in your mind. So it鈥檚 a better thing, a more better thing to have the bones right there with you wherever you go. That way it frees up your mind.鈥�
Which brings us to the varied female figures in the text who represent what it can mean to be a black woman in this world. Milkman鈥檚 sisters are trapped in traditional, restrictive roles; his aunt Pilate, who was born without a navel, defends her values and aspirations against a hostile and environment; and his cousin and lover Hagar fights an uphill battle she can鈥檛 win by sticking to the misogynist logic surrounding her. Just like in the case of the men, Morrison incorporates different worldviews and behavioral patterns when facing adversity, thus showing the broadness of the black experience. (The relationship between and unification of men and women is also the topic of 鈥淭he Song of Solomon鈥� (also: 鈥淪ong of Songs鈥�) in the Hebrew Bible.)
All of this is only scratching the surface of what鈥檚 going on in this novel 鈥� it is incredibly dense and requires an attentive, patient reader. There is no doubt about the literary merit of Morrison鈥檚 achievement, but I had a hard time feeling with the characters while being busy figuring out the numerous hints and clues in this packed narrative. Still: There are many authors who have gotten the Nobel and it makes you wonder why they were chosen 鈥� not in the case of Morrison. She is simply an amazing, highly gifted writer.
Milkman, the great-grandson of Solomon, leaves Michigan in search of the gold his father and aunt Pilate once left behind in a cage in Pennsylvania. At the beginning, he displays an attitude similar to his father, a heightened individualism that strives for personal gain and uses others. Milkman has no deep emotional connection to his family and friends, and no spiritual connection to nature and the land like his great-grandfather and grandfather. But, a typical motive in American novels, the outer movement reflects an inner movement, and it鈥檚 important to realize that Milkman does not travel westward as the American myth usually has it, but ultimately southward, to Virginia, reversing the migration pattern of his family. So in a way, he also travels back in time, because (as his aunt Pilate puts it): 鈥滾ife is life. Precious. And the dead you kill is yours. They stay with you anyway, in your mind. So it鈥檚 a better thing, a more better thing to have the bones right there with you wherever you go. That way it frees up your mind.鈥�
Which brings us to the varied female figures in the text who represent what it can mean to be a black woman in this world. Milkman鈥檚 sisters are trapped in traditional, restrictive roles; his aunt Pilate, who was born without a navel, defends her values and aspirations against a hostile and environment; and his cousin and lover Hagar fights an uphill battle she can鈥檛 win by sticking to the misogynist logic surrounding her. Just like in the case of the men, Morrison incorporates different worldviews and behavioral patterns when facing adversity, thus showing the broadness of the black experience. (The relationship between and unification of men and women is also the topic of 鈥淭he Song of Solomon鈥� (also: 鈥淪ong of Songs鈥�) in the Hebrew Bible.)
All of this is only scratching the surface of what鈥檚 going on in this novel 鈥� it is incredibly dense and requires an attentive, patient reader. There is no doubt about the literary merit of Morrison鈥檚 achievement, but I had a hard time feeling with the characters while being busy figuring out the numerous hints and clues in this packed narrative. Still: There are many authors who have gotten the Nobel and it makes you wonder why they were chosen 鈥� not in the case of Morrison. She is simply an amazing, highly gifted writer.
April 11, 2019
In a criminal amount of oversimplification I will simply say that Song of Solomon is a perfect novel that has reached a higher level of perfection in my mind during this reread. I'm not sure how many more years of reading I have left, but I'm sure it will take a long time for me to read any work of literature that is better than this.
I'll post some specfic 2019 thoughts soon, but in the mean time, my thoughts from my initial read in February of 2018 is below.
I'll post some specfic 2019 thoughts soon, but in the mean time, my thoughts from my initial read in February of 2018 is below.
July 25, 2021
Song of Solomon is the book that propelled Toni Morrison to literary fame. Published ten years earlier than 'Beloved', I much preferred this earlier work, although both deserve a re-read as both works are multi-layered and reluctant to give up all their secrets with just one reading.
SoS is the generational saga of Macon Dead III, or Milkman, and his dysfunctional family. At first, a bildungsroman of sorts, it is the story of his family in Michigan from the time of his birth in the 1930's to adulthood. Later, Milkman, in his search for identity, retraces his migratory roots, from Michigan to Pennsylvania, where his paternal grandfather was murdered, to Shalimar, Virginia where his ancestors were from. It is only by finding answers through this search that Milkman can make sense of the present and finally be free of the chains that are holding him down.
Morrison is a gifted writer with a poetic voice who packs alot into a 328 page story. Adorned with symbolism, elements of magical realism and African-American Folklore, many themes are touched upon: identity, racism, masculinity/femininity, the emerging economic and social disparity within the black race, memory, family, and probably a few more.
I'll need to revisit this story sometime and maybe it'll reveal itself to me a little bit more. My feeling of it now is that is a work of greatness that tried a bit too hard to be everything when it could've settled for being something.
Highly recommended nonetheless.
SoS is the generational saga of Macon Dead III, or Milkman, and his dysfunctional family. At first, a bildungsroman of sorts, it is the story of his family in Michigan from the time of his birth in the 1930's to adulthood. Later, Milkman, in his search for identity, retraces his migratory roots, from Michigan to Pennsylvania, where his paternal grandfather was murdered, to Shalimar, Virginia where his ancestors were from. It is only by finding answers through this search that Milkman can make sense of the present and finally be free of the chains that are holding him down.
Morrison is a gifted writer with a poetic voice who packs alot into a 328 page story. Adorned with symbolism, elements of magical realism and African-American Folklore, many themes are touched upon: identity, racism, masculinity/femininity, the emerging economic and social disparity within the black race, memory, family, and probably a few more.
I'll need to revisit this story sometime and maybe it'll reveal itself to me a little bit more. My feeling of it now is that is a work of greatness that tried a bit too hard to be everything when it could've settled for being something.
Highly recommended nonetheless.
December 19, 2020
is a gorgeous work of fiction and a masterpiece of storytelling. Not as dark as her first two books, , , it is more upbeat, but every bit as complex and rewarding. The leitmotif here is the stripping of layers from childhood mythology to reality as Milkman, the protagonist goes on a psychological journey to discover himself and understand where his family came from.
The story takes place in an unnamed town (probably Marquette) in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan as we learn from the first sentence:
The North Caroline Mutual Life Insurance agent promised to fly from Mercy to the other side of Lake Superior at three o'clock. (p. 3) This motif of flight is embedded in the stories of several of Milkman's ancestors and in the final scene of the book as well, so it is a clever foreshadowing of what is to come and occurs precisely the day that Milkman is born. Ruth and Macon are a rather unhappy couple: she is eccentric and nagging, he is overbearing and severe. Their children Magdelena called Lena and Corinthians (chosen at random by opening a Bible) and later Milkman (a nickname he earns because his mother nurses him way past his weaning and is caught in the act by the village gossip, Freddie.) She walks down to the shore of the lake and gets some driftwood which she uses to decorate the table which is ignored by her husband.
Ruth let the seawood disintegrate, and later, when its veins and stems dropped and curled into brown scabs on the table, she removed the bowl and brushed away the scabs. But the water mark, hidden by the bowl all these years, was exposed. (p. 12) This is a beautiful metaphor for the rot at the heart of their relationship.
On the less privileged side of town (because Macon is rather well-off, living off of the rent of several buildings in various parts of the city), lives Pilate, her daughter Reba, and her daughter Hagar. Milkman ignores a restriction from visiting the house and meets his aunt, eventually having a long-term relationship with his cousin, Hagar. The house, for a time is a haven for him:
Near the window, hidden by the dark, he felt the irritability of the day drain from him and relished the effortless beauty of the women singing in the candlelight. (p. 29)
There is another incident from Milkman's childhood that has echoes later in his life: during a trip in the car to visit some property that his father wants to buy, Milkman needs to pee really bad, obliging his father to stop the car. Unfortunately, he is a bit maladroit and ends up peeing on his sister Magdalene's dress: He didn't mean it. It happened before he was through...It was becoming a habit-this concentration on things behind him. Almost as though there were no future to be had. (p. 35). And indeed, this lack of future drives Milkman throughout the book.
Milkman's family name, Dead is also highly symbolic and the result of a mistake at the Freedman's Bureau following the Civil War.
"Say, you know how my old man's daddy got his name?"
"Uh uh. How?"
"Cracker gave it to him."
"Sho 'nough?"
"Yep. And he took it. Like a fuckin sheep. Somebody should have shot him."
"What for? He was already Dead." (p. 89). That is one of the typical dialogs betweem Milkman and his best friend Guitar. The book does educate on various aspects of life for ex-slaces, how they got their names, the dangers of moving north and the racism they encountered there.
The action in the novel picks up when Milkman breaks up with Hagar sending her into a murderous, self-destructive rage. We also learn of Guitar's involvement with an underground circle of men that take revenge for murders of black people by white vigilantes who get away with it (in otherwords, all of them). The book at this point (after page 99) is a real page-turner as Milkman learns more and more about his past, Hagar slips further and further into insanity, and Guitar turns on his friend also in a homicidal rage over a misunderstanding.
The book has some great opening lines for chapters, my favorite was this one for Chapter 7: Truly landlocked people know they are. Know the occasional Bitter Creek or Powder River that runs through Wyoming; the large tidy Salt Lake of Utah is all they have of the sea and that they must content themselves with bank, shore, and beach because they cannot claim a coast. And, having none, seldom dream of flight. (p. 162)
And this dreamy one from Chapter 10:
When Hansel and Gretel stood in the forest and saw the house in the clearing before them, the little hairs at the nape of their necks must have shivered. (p. 221)
Overall, the book is wonderfully built and narrated and a true pleasure to read (particularly after about page 100 when it speeds up to a frenetic pace.) I found it to be my fourth favorite Morrison novel in fact (after Beloved, The Bluest Eye, and Tar Baby.)
As fleet and bright as a lodestar he wheeled toward Guitar and it did not matter which one of them would give up his ghost in the killing arms of his brother. For now he knew what Shalimar knew: if you surrendered to the air, you could ride it. (p. 337)
Fino's Toni Morrison Reviews:
The Bluest Eye
Sula
Song Of Solomon
Tar Baby
Beloved
Jazz
Paradise
The story takes place in an unnamed town (probably Marquette) in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan as we learn from the first sentence:
The North Caroline Mutual Life Insurance agent promised to fly from Mercy to the other side of Lake Superior at three o'clock. (p. 3) This motif of flight is embedded in the stories of several of Milkman's ancestors and in the final scene of the book as well, so it is a clever foreshadowing of what is to come and occurs precisely the day that Milkman is born. Ruth and Macon are a rather unhappy couple: she is eccentric and nagging, he is overbearing and severe. Their children Magdelena called Lena and Corinthians (chosen at random by opening a Bible) and later Milkman (a nickname he earns because his mother nurses him way past his weaning and is caught in the act by the village gossip, Freddie.) She walks down to the shore of the lake and gets some driftwood which she uses to decorate the table which is ignored by her husband.
Ruth let the seawood disintegrate, and later, when its veins and stems dropped and curled into brown scabs on the table, she removed the bowl and brushed away the scabs. But the water mark, hidden by the bowl all these years, was exposed. (p. 12) This is a beautiful metaphor for the rot at the heart of their relationship.
On the less privileged side of town (because Macon is rather well-off, living off of the rent of several buildings in various parts of the city), lives Pilate, her daughter Reba, and her daughter Hagar. Milkman ignores a restriction from visiting the house and meets his aunt, eventually having a long-term relationship with his cousin, Hagar. The house, for a time is a haven for him:
Near the window, hidden by the dark, he felt the irritability of the day drain from him and relished the effortless beauty of the women singing in the candlelight. (p. 29)
There is another incident from Milkman's childhood that has echoes later in his life: during a trip in the car to visit some property that his father wants to buy, Milkman needs to pee really bad, obliging his father to stop the car. Unfortunately, he is a bit maladroit and ends up peeing on his sister Magdalene's dress: He didn't mean it. It happened before he was through...It was becoming a habit-this concentration on things behind him. Almost as though there were no future to be had. (p. 35). And indeed, this lack of future drives Milkman throughout the book.
Milkman's family name, Dead is also highly symbolic and the result of a mistake at the Freedman's Bureau following the Civil War.
"Say, you know how my old man's daddy got his name?"
"Uh uh. How?"
"Cracker gave it to him."
"Sho 'nough?"
"Yep. And he took it. Like a fuckin sheep. Somebody should have shot him."
"What for? He was already Dead." (p. 89). That is one of the typical dialogs betweem Milkman and his best friend Guitar. The book does educate on various aspects of life for ex-slaces, how they got their names, the dangers of moving north and the racism they encountered there.
The action in the novel picks up when Milkman breaks up with Hagar sending her into a murderous, self-destructive rage. We also learn of Guitar's involvement with an underground circle of men that take revenge for murders of black people by white vigilantes who get away with it (in otherwords, all of them). The book at this point (after page 99) is a real page-turner as Milkman learns more and more about his past, Hagar slips further and further into insanity, and Guitar turns on his friend also in a homicidal rage over a misunderstanding.
The book has some great opening lines for chapters, my favorite was this one for Chapter 7: Truly landlocked people know they are. Know the occasional Bitter Creek or Powder River that runs through Wyoming; the large tidy Salt Lake of Utah is all they have of the sea and that they must content themselves with bank, shore, and beach because they cannot claim a coast. And, having none, seldom dream of flight. (p. 162)
And this dreamy one from Chapter 10:
When Hansel and Gretel stood in the forest and saw the house in the clearing before them, the little hairs at the nape of their necks must have shivered. (p. 221)
Overall, the book is wonderfully built and narrated and a true pleasure to read (particularly after about page 100 when it speeds up to a frenetic pace.) I found it to be my fourth favorite Morrison novel in fact (after Beloved, The Bluest Eye, and Tar Baby.)
As fleet and bright as a lodestar he wheeled toward Guitar and it did not matter which one of them would give up his ghost in the killing arms of his brother. For now he knew what Shalimar knew: if you surrendered to the air, you could ride it. (p. 337)
Fino's Toni Morrison Reviews:
The Bluest Eye
Sula
Song Of Solomon
Tar Baby
Beloved
Jazz
Paradise
December 17, 2015
4.5/5
There's something to be said for stories. Beyond all the talk of clich茅s, the bemoaning of stereotypes, the intricate and obsessive breakdown of the latest wave of hyped-up mass media extravaganza that has managed to aggressively worm its way into the mob conscience. Beyond the deep-seated resignation at puzzle-piece popularity.
I don't have anything against the forthright advocates of analysis at all levels of fiction. Far from it. I simply believe that there is a time when one is able to put the microscope back in the drawer and the fine-toothed comb on the top shelf, sit back, and say, Yes. Here is a story.
It is a story of oppression, of hatred, of justified rage and passionate fury fighting against discrimination both big and small, both intentional and otherwise. If you come away from this review with one thing, know that large scale oppression, this horrible racism in the "land of the free" depicted in this book has existed, does exist, and will most certainly exist for a long, long while. Slavery. Martin Luther King, Jr. Trayvon Martin. Facts and faces that may be forgotten or even denied, but the ideology that connects them all will always be rooted out by the plain evidence of its existence.
Every character has some measure of this rage, and every character is given their say in some fashion, fashions that often clash and bite and break the others around them. If the road to hell is paved with Good Intentions, the road to hell on earth is a yellow bricked road bounded on both sides by long sparkling walls of Indifference. Indifference is neither black nor white, neither good nor evil, and each of the characters illustrate this innate resistance to quick and easy pigeon-holing. At first you will love them, or you will hate them, and then the tables will switch, and you will be left with the unsatisfying satisfaction of reading about human beings.
Unsatisfied satisfaction. Feeling that one is straddling two worlds due to the color of one's skin, when in reality just stuck in one really fucked up one that makes progress a constant battle. Us versus them. The only guarantee is that a single step out of line will explode into violence.
What can you do with this? What is a human being expected to do with this horrible paradox that is real life?
This story poses the question to a boy-child who reaches and then passes the age of thirty in a safe, contained bubble, his head filled with safe, contained problems. He has no awareness of the context of his life, the family that surrounds him, the history that follows him, the society that defines him. He has long forgotten his dreams of flying.
We've all forgotten our dreams of flying, you say.
Perhaps, I say. Would you like to be reminded?
There's something to be said for stories. Beyond all the talk of clich茅s, the bemoaning of stereotypes, the intricate and obsessive breakdown of the latest wave of hyped-up mass media extravaganza that has managed to aggressively worm its way into the mob conscience. Beyond the deep-seated resignation at puzzle-piece popularity.
I don't have anything against the forthright advocates of analysis at all levels of fiction. Far from it. I simply believe that there is a time when one is able to put the microscope back in the drawer and the fine-toothed comb on the top shelf, sit back, and say, Yes. Here is a story.
It is a story of oppression, of hatred, of justified rage and passionate fury fighting against discrimination both big and small, both intentional and otherwise. If you come away from this review with one thing, know that large scale oppression, this horrible racism in the "land of the free" depicted in this book has existed, does exist, and will most certainly exist for a long, long while. Slavery. Martin Luther King, Jr. Trayvon Martin. Facts and faces that may be forgotten or even denied, but the ideology that connects them all will always be rooted out by the plain evidence of its existence.
Every character has some measure of this rage, and every character is given their say in some fashion, fashions that often clash and bite and break the others around them. If the road to hell is paved with Good Intentions, the road to hell on earth is a yellow bricked road bounded on both sides by long sparkling walls of Indifference. Indifference is neither black nor white, neither good nor evil, and each of the characters illustrate this innate resistance to quick and easy pigeon-holing. At first you will love them, or you will hate them, and then the tables will switch, and you will be left with the unsatisfying satisfaction of reading about human beings.
Unsatisfied satisfaction. Feeling that one is straddling two worlds due to the color of one's skin, when in reality just stuck in one really fucked up one that makes progress a constant battle. Us versus them. The only guarantee is that a single step out of line will explode into violence.
What can you do with this? What is a human being expected to do with this horrible paradox that is real life?
This story poses the question to a boy-child who reaches and then passes the age of thirty in a safe, contained bubble, his head filled with safe, contained problems. He has no awareness of the context of his life, the family that surrounds him, the history that follows him, the society that defines him. He has long forgotten his dreams of flying.
We've all forgotten our dreams of flying, you say.
Perhaps, I say. Would you like to be reminded?
August 7, 2019
[08/06/2019 Update]: Toni Morrison has died and while I engage in my usual requiem-ritual of listening to , I immediately came back to my experience reading this book. Though she's dead what's important is that we still have her books, her words, and the site of her memory. I read this book back in 2015 and she immediately became an old friend. Not one for modesty, her work is an authentic and commanding portrait of human life. This book in particular was my world and my grandfather's world recreated on the page in a way that few if any writers I've read has ever done. Well--on y va!
[Original review]
:
My first reading of Toni Morrison was nothing short of amazing, this book does so much, so well, so easily. We learn about three to four generations of one family and, in-fact, one culture. I won't be beating around the bush in this review. Though Macon "Milkman" Dead III was the default protagonist, he was also my least favorite character. The natural woman/superwoman Pilate was my second favorite character because she knew how to navigate time and space in her own way. The Dead family as a whole seems like an interesting archetype or counterpoint of The Sutpen family of (down to their sharing the same origins in Virginia--which are also my maternal family origins). This book shows a good example of Faulknerianism played straight and subverted in the hands of a Black writer. To be short: this is a great Black Southern Gothic novel.
But that leads to talking about the greatest character of this novel...its author. Morrison took me places that I had not realized I needed to go. Even my animosity to the main character did not hurt this book to me because it did everything so well. The chapters divided the story so well, I can only think of doing it better. The reason this book has struck me so well is how personal it is to African-American experience. This book alludes to White people and White supremacy, but you will be hard pressed to find a White person in it, much less with even a speaking line (I think a white nurse from the beginning is all we are told in 377 pages). This is the first book I have read in a long time written by Black hands only concerning Black people on their own terms () and it is refreshing! I can hear the true cadence of how my family talks to one another and the number of cultural references and inside jokes were amazing and I would be amazed if most non-African-Americans can pick it up. This book was written to a specific audience much of the small things in it go unexplained and I was surprised to see it all there. This more than anything will make me have to read Morrison again. I believe the only other Black writer to come close is in , but even he had to start "explaining" things that he would not have to do for a strictly African-American audience.
Names play a pivotal role in this story. Every significant character is given a symbolic name or nickname which is symbolic of how names play a role in African-American life. As is the truth in reality, if you are given a nickname it is rarely for a positive reason. This is taken further in that even the "real" names in this book are acquired in very unusual or strange ways. The one exception I see in this is the character Guitar, whose name is a misnomer from his infancy (though I am increasingly thinking it is a stealth pun/reference to a certain character from The Brothers Karamazov).
The locations of this story, particularly in the second half of the novel, are also very special to me as it shows the history of Black people's journey in-country. Though the story's main setting is Michigan, Milkman's "" journey leads him not simply through a different land (the mid-Atlantic and eventually the origin of African- Americans: Virginia), but literally (in the magical realist sense) back in time. He goes back to his father and grandfather's time in Pennsylvania, but more importantly to me is that he went to central Virginia. When he talks about his journey into Virginia it hits me personally because my mother's family is from this land. I can see the landscape and almost the roads and shops of this area and I knew exactly what the climate was. This was another crucial factor in my reading this book鈥攊t is about the land of my ancestors as much as it is about the land of Milkman's ancestors.
The Southern Gothic nature of the novel is also worth talking about. Morrison is as much a fan of Faulkner as she is critic. This book takes the haunted nature of gothic fiction and manages to put it in an urban, mid-western environment. The city of Mercy, Michigan is as much haunted by slavery and its legacy as Jefferson, Mississippi. The difference is that the stakes are a lot higher and the fallout more severe for the Black inhabitants in Morrison's universe versus the White inhabitants of Faulkner's.
To conclude, if you want to read a story about one man's search for his place in the world in the middle of the 20th century, this is your book.
P.S. MAGICAL REALISM. Seems I would be fined if I did not mention that somewhere. It was a very well used trope.
[Original review]
:
My first reading of Toni Morrison was nothing short of amazing, this book does so much, so well, so easily. We learn about three to four generations of one family and, in-fact, one culture. I won't be beating around the bush in this review. Though Macon "Milkman" Dead III was the default protagonist, he was also my least favorite character. The natural woman/superwoman Pilate was my second favorite character because she knew how to navigate time and space in her own way. The Dead family as a whole seems like an interesting archetype or counterpoint of The Sutpen family of (down to their sharing the same origins in Virginia--which are also my maternal family origins). This book shows a good example of Faulknerianism played straight and subverted in the hands of a Black writer. To be short: this is a great Black Southern Gothic novel.
But that leads to talking about the greatest character of this novel...its author. Morrison took me places that I had not realized I needed to go. Even my animosity to the main character did not hurt this book to me because it did everything so well. The chapters divided the story so well, I can only think of doing it better. The reason this book has struck me so well is how personal it is to African-American experience. This book alludes to White people and White supremacy, but you will be hard pressed to find a White person in it, much less with even a speaking line (I think a white nurse from the beginning is all we are told in 377 pages). This is the first book I have read in a long time written by Black hands only concerning Black people on their own terms () and it is refreshing! I can hear the true cadence of how my family talks to one another and the number of cultural references and inside jokes were amazing and I would be amazed if most non-African-Americans can pick it up. This book was written to a specific audience much of the small things in it go unexplained and I was surprised to see it all there. This more than anything will make me have to read Morrison again. I believe the only other Black writer to come close is in , but even he had to start "explaining" things that he would not have to do for a strictly African-American audience.
Names play a pivotal role in this story. Every significant character is given a symbolic name or nickname which is symbolic of how names play a role in African-American life. As is the truth in reality, if you are given a nickname it is rarely for a positive reason. This is taken further in that even the "real" names in this book are acquired in very unusual or strange ways. The one exception I see in this is the character Guitar, whose name is a misnomer from his infancy (though I am increasingly thinking it is a stealth pun/reference to a certain character from The Brothers Karamazov).
The locations of this story, particularly in the second half of the novel, are also very special to me as it shows the history of Black people's journey in-country. Though the story's main setting is Michigan, Milkman's "" journey leads him not simply through a different land (the mid-Atlantic and eventually the origin of African- Americans: Virginia), but literally (in the magical realist sense) back in time. He goes back to his father and grandfather's time in Pennsylvania, but more importantly to me is that he went to central Virginia. When he talks about his journey into Virginia it hits me personally because my mother's family is from this land. I can see the landscape and almost the roads and shops of this area and I knew exactly what the climate was. This was another crucial factor in my reading this book鈥攊t is about the land of my ancestors as much as it is about the land of Milkman's ancestors.
The Southern Gothic nature of the novel is also worth talking about. Morrison is as much a fan of Faulkner as she is critic. This book takes the haunted nature of gothic fiction and manages to put it in an urban, mid-western environment. The city of Mercy, Michigan is as much haunted by slavery and its legacy as Jefferson, Mississippi. The difference is that the stakes are a lot higher and the fallout more severe for the Black inhabitants in Morrison's universe versus the White inhabitants of Faulkner's.
To conclude, if you want to read a story about one man's search for his place in the world in the middle of the 20th century, this is your book.
P.S. MAGICAL REALISM. Seems I would be fined if I did not mention that somewhere. It was a very well used trope.
August 7, 2019
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April 10, 2019
Song of Solomon is the most brilliant novel ever written. It is a miracle of voice and style, as is typical of Toni Morrison's prolific 艙uvre of literary works, but also, it is epic and lyrical and thrilling to read in a way her other novels do not come close to. Written chronologically, from the perspective of one character, Macon "Milkman" Dead, SoS is, on the surface, a perfect bildungsroman; our hero grows up and encounters difficulties that ultimately leave him at a crux where he must go on a quest to empower, embolden, and strengthen his resolve, maturing him into manhood and true understanding of who he is in the world.
In Milkman's world, however, things aren't so simple and predicable. Part 1 is a brilliant but straightforward telling of our main character's life up to a certain point. But by Part 2, it becomes clear that the novel is more deeply concerned with history, about roots, about inheritance, reclamation of names, and the transcendence of earthly wealth for the wealth of truly knowing one's self. There is much concern with the idea of flight: Milkman is a man stuck and yearning for escape from the emptiness and stagnancy of his current reality but is continually mired in both ignorance and indifference to everything and everyone around him. When he finally wakes up and decides to be a man, he goes on a literal quest to find gold, but winds up tracking his forefathers, gaining clarity about who he is and ultimately finding the key to true flight.
It is the last third of the novel that gives me chills every time I read it. Morrison offers no explanations for her nebulous symbolism throughout the novel, but it is in this last section that the symbols and themes begin to offer a clear way into the story...there are ghosts and waking dreams and evocations of oral epic storytelling that culminate in what I think is the greatest final moment in all of literature.
The heart of this novel is the incredibly fascinating group of women: Pilate, Reba, Hagar, Ruth, First Corinthians, Magdalene called Lena, Circe, Sweet, and Sing. Special mention to the Solomon of the title, who's song and history, in the context of the novel, is impactful and emotionally affecting in a way that is indescribable. He represents, for me, the lost great (x10) grandfather of all of us black people, cut off from history because of slavery and this country's love of historical and cultural erasure. He is that lost ancestor who's song was the only possession he had to hand down, who song is the only way we have to tell our own stories....
In Milkman's world, however, things aren't so simple and predicable. Part 1 is a brilliant but straightforward telling of our main character's life up to a certain point. But by Part 2, it becomes clear that the novel is more deeply concerned with history, about roots, about inheritance, reclamation of names, and the transcendence of earthly wealth for the wealth of truly knowing one's self. There is much concern with the idea of flight: Milkman is a man stuck and yearning for escape from the emptiness and stagnancy of his current reality but is continually mired in both ignorance and indifference to everything and everyone around him. When he finally wakes up and decides to be a man, he goes on a literal quest to find gold, but winds up tracking his forefathers, gaining clarity about who he is and ultimately finding the key to true flight.
It is the last third of the novel that gives me chills every time I read it. Morrison offers no explanations for her nebulous symbolism throughout the novel, but it is in this last section that the symbols and themes begin to offer a clear way into the story...there are ghosts and waking dreams and evocations of oral epic storytelling that culminate in what I think is the greatest final moment in all of literature.
The heart of this novel is the incredibly fascinating group of women: Pilate, Reba, Hagar, Ruth, First Corinthians, Magdalene called Lena, Circe, Sweet, and Sing. Special mention to the Solomon of the title, who's song and history, in the context of the novel, is impactful and emotionally affecting in a way that is indescribable. He represents, for me, the lost great (x10) grandfather of all of us black people, cut off from history because of slavery and this country's love of historical and cultural erasure. He is that lost ancestor who's song was the only possession he had to hand down, who song is the only way we have to tell our own stories....
June 2, 2007
is perhaps the most important writer living today and Song of Solomon is perhaps the best novel of the last 50 years of American life. Despite the high standing of both novel and author, there are many that chide both for delving too far into the world of African American mythology. The book, according to a reviewer on this very website, bitterly states that Song of Solomon is more fable than novel. Attempting to paint the novel as fable undercuts its central mission: to highlight the important role of mythology in linking African Americans to their past by creating narratives for those that were lost during slavery, Jim Crow, and black peril. The novel is not fable, but the recreation and reconnection of Milkman, symbolic of his own community, reconnecting with a lost past. The gaffe by the reviewers is understandable, however, as mythology has lost credibility due to the ferocious rise of science.
Morrison, quite rightly, attempts to delve into mythology to try to answer pertient questions about Black history. Much of the mythology in Song of Solomon revolves around flight. For hundreds of years, there has been a belief among the Black community that people of color could fly; that is was one their gifts. While for residents of the scientific age people flying seems trite, for Morrison and other people of color the ability to fly seems only natural. The difference in the thought processes is derived from educational differences. European education has tended to focus on empirical science while African education has tended to focus on familial values and cultural learning. African education seeks to reunite the learner with the etymology of self while European education seeks some broad sort of social literacy engulfed in intimately knowing "other."
The language of Song of Solomon might not be accessible to all readers who fail to understand its broader context, which is perfectly understandable. indeed, even Milkman, the story's protagonist, doesn't understand the language of his community for the first half of the book. It is only when he begins to seek out, understand, and embrace the mythology of his race and the roots planted by previous generations that he is able to connect, for the first time, with his community and experience that sort of bond that mythology can bring. This connection with the past and the necessity of finding one's own story is as important a theme as one could imagine, especially in an era where sameness, conformity, and the idea of the ethnic "mutt" have won some sort of cultural acceptance.
It is that theme--one of a resurrected connection with the past--that makes Morrison's novel of the utmost importance. We must all connect back to our mythology and begin to understand the language of previous generations in order to benefit ourselves.
Morrison, quite rightly, attempts to delve into mythology to try to answer pertient questions about Black history. Much of the mythology in Song of Solomon revolves around flight. For hundreds of years, there has been a belief among the Black community that people of color could fly; that is was one their gifts. While for residents of the scientific age people flying seems trite, for Morrison and other people of color the ability to fly seems only natural. The difference in the thought processes is derived from educational differences. European education has tended to focus on empirical science while African education has tended to focus on familial values and cultural learning. African education seeks to reunite the learner with the etymology of self while European education seeks some broad sort of social literacy engulfed in intimately knowing "other."
The language of Song of Solomon might not be accessible to all readers who fail to understand its broader context, which is perfectly understandable. indeed, even Milkman, the story's protagonist, doesn't understand the language of his community for the first half of the book. It is only when he begins to seek out, understand, and embrace the mythology of his race and the roots planted by previous generations that he is able to connect, for the first time, with his community and experience that sort of bond that mythology can bring. This connection with the past and the necessity of finding one's own story is as important a theme as one could imagine, especially in an era where sameness, conformity, and the idea of the ethnic "mutt" have won some sort of cultural acceptance.
It is that theme--one of a resurrected connection with the past--that makes Morrison's novel of the utmost importance. We must all connect back to our mythology and begin to understand the language of previous generations in order to benefit ourselves.
November 17, 2011
This book takes me back to my college English classes, when I read so many books that were rich in beautiful language but poor in plot and action. There's no doubt that Morrison is a gifted writer, especially when it comes to down-to-earth, authentic dialogue. Her writing is poetic and lyrical without being abstract or fussy -- she describes real things, disgusting things, sadness and passion with an intense energy and verbal power.
But the plot of this book didn't grab me. I remember enjoying The Bluest Eye more and feel like that book had more direction and focus. Song of Solomon, on the other hand, didn't move very much, or very fast. I didn't connect with any of the characters in the book, so all of their actions seemed hollow and arbitrary; I didn't feel that familiar emotional tug when good or bad things happened to them. It read to me more like a vignette of black life in 1940s America rather than a full-fledged novel, with all the moving parts and psychological complexity that a novel entails.
I always feel a bit guilty and apprehensive when I don't like a major classic as much as other readers do, or as much as I've been led to believe I should, because it makes me wonder if I missed something or wasn't being fair to the book. But I can only honestly report what I felt while reading, which in this case is: lovely language; boring story.
But the plot of this book didn't grab me. I remember enjoying The Bluest Eye more and feel like that book had more direction and focus. Song of Solomon, on the other hand, didn't move very much, or very fast. I didn't connect with any of the characters in the book, so all of their actions seemed hollow and arbitrary; I didn't feel that familiar emotional tug when good or bad things happened to them. It read to me more like a vignette of black life in 1940s America rather than a full-fledged novel, with all the moving parts and psychological complexity that a novel entails.
I always feel a bit guilty and apprehensive when I don't like a major classic as much as other readers do, or as much as I've been led to believe I should, because it makes me wonder if I missed something or wasn't being fair to the book. But I can only honestly report what I felt while reading, which in this case is: lovely language; boring story.
Shelved as 'dnf'
June 7, 2022I may come back to this someday but I am very much not in the mood right now for a book this dense, odd and meandering, where all the characters have strange names like Milkman, Guitar and Pilate, and the book seems to be reaching for "clever" as opposed to engaging or interesting.
I loved and . It's been too long for me to recall , but I do remember liking it. This one had my eyes glazing over.
I loved and . It's been too long for me to recall , but I do remember liking it. This one had my eyes glazing over.
July 29, 2015
Milkman's father, the man with the weird name and mysterious past, teaches his son to 'own things'. His sister is 'wild', she inhabits the opposite pole. Ownership does not occur to her. When a kind woman brings her cherry jam on white bread, she weeps because the fruit she loves for the taste of sun and earth exploding, the feel of stalk and stone and bark-scraped knees, has lost these elements that forge the relationships between self and world and being that have nothing to do with property, lines of nourishment and communication. Lost those routes to ecstasy, and been, in a way, poisoned by sugar, the white addiction for which women and men were kidnapped and shipped across the Atlantic to cut cane in stolen fields.
Own things! But Milkman has always had pleasant things for his use, unlike his friend Guitar, who longs for them. Instead of such things, he yearns for freedom of movement; for cars and trains and boats to carry him away, and for power over people. Both of them know they can seek these ends through money. Their desire burns so brightly they forget to be just, to be kind.
In Toni Morrison's books pain is powerful and histories bend hearts. What grows must grow from poisoned soil, reaching for healing in the sun if it can. She peels back skin to show us the potentialities lurking in the root. What will flower out of this? What will fruit? Like slow saplings or sudden briars the shoots of her stories unwind, organic, uncontrollable, smelling of the earth, rank and sweet.
I love this as a story of love both destructive and creative and for its mood and structure, cyclic and fluid rather than linear and climactic. I noticed that action initiated by men is often diffused by women, and when this does not happen there is a dangerous escalation of physical or emotional violence, though this is a severe simplification. The atmosphere reminded me very much of Katharine Mansfield's stories.
This tale is sometimes like a mystery, signed with foreshadowings, flavoured with interludes of anguished self-reflection, male psyches working their half-conscious preoccupations, changing in the unexpected light of their encounters. That Milkman's materialist quest leads him to its spiritual pretext is a fabular gift; how often is someone lucky enough to find what they need when they pursue what they want? Can I allow myself to believe that this doesn't only happen in tales?
Mystery, fable, and also ghost story, for here the dead speak. Morrison tells us in the foreword that it was inspired by her own dead father's unexpectedly active presence in her life. She invites us to hear our dead, and work to fathom their words, however strange.
Own things! But Milkman has always had pleasant things for his use, unlike his friend Guitar, who longs for them. Instead of such things, he yearns for freedom of movement; for cars and trains and boats to carry him away, and for power over people. Both of them know they can seek these ends through money. Their desire burns so brightly they forget to be just, to be kind.
In Toni Morrison's books pain is powerful and histories bend hearts. What grows must grow from poisoned soil, reaching for healing in the sun if it can. She peels back skin to show us the potentialities lurking in the root. What will flower out of this? What will fruit? Like slow saplings or sudden briars the shoots of her stories unwind, organic, uncontrollable, smelling of the earth, rank and sweet.
I love this as a story of love both destructive and creative and for its mood and structure, cyclic and fluid rather than linear and climactic. I noticed that action initiated by men is often diffused by women, and when this does not happen there is a dangerous escalation of physical or emotional violence, though this is a severe simplification. The atmosphere reminded me very much of Katharine Mansfield's stories.
This tale is sometimes like a mystery, signed with foreshadowings, flavoured with interludes of anguished self-reflection, male psyches working their half-conscious preoccupations, changing in the unexpected light of their encounters. That Milkman's materialist quest leads him to its spiritual pretext is a fabular gift; how often is someone lucky enough to find what they need when they pursue what they want? Can I allow myself to believe that this doesn't only happen in tales?
Mystery, fable, and also ghost story, for here the dead speak. Morrison tells us in the foreword that it was inspired by her own dead father's unexpectedly active presence in her life. She invites us to hear our dead, and work to fathom their words, however strange.
November 4, 2019
Song of Solomon is a timeless classic and coming-of-age tale as told as only Toni Morrison can do in this moving and lyrical novel. I was so moved by the author's Forward to the book where she talks about the death of her father stressing that even in the grip of the unmanageable sadness and grief, that each of his four children was convinced that he loved him or her best by the gifts he shared with each throughout their lives, and how he spoke to each in the language only they understood. Toni Morrison says it best:
And with that, Ms. Morrison tells us how she was guided to write this stunning novel from a male perspective. What I found magnificent was the use of flight throughout the novel, sometimes in a mythical and magical way, other times metaphorical. Following Macon "Milkman" Dead as he explores the roots of his family and how that history has impacted him was a lovely novel with beautiful and lyrical writing by one of our best contemporary authors.
"But it was the death of that girl--the one who lived in his head--that I mourned when he died. Even more than I mourned him, I suffered the loss of the person he thought I was, I think it was because I felt closer to him than to myself that, after his death, I deliberately sought his advice for writing the novel that continued to elude me. 'What are the men you have known really like?'
He answered.
Whatever it is called--muse, insight, inspiration, 'the dark finger that guides,' 'bright angel'--it exists and, in many forms, I have trusted it ever since."
And with that, Ms. Morrison tells us how she was guided to write this stunning novel from a male perspective. What I found magnificent was the use of flight throughout the novel, sometimes in a mythical and magical way, other times metaphorical. Following Macon "Milkman" Dead as he explores the roots of his family and how that history has impacted him was a lovely novel with beautiful and lyrical writing by one of our best contemporary authors.
October 16, 2021
This book is great. It grabs you from jump and never let鈥檚 go. The characters. The plot. It鈥檚 all there. I gotta admit I鈥檓 too dumb to understand 90% of what Toni Morrison was doing with this book, but even what I got was WOW. I finished and can鈥檛 wait to reread.
December 25, 2020
4.5
Reread
In , Morrison says of this work: 鈥溾€nto these spaces should fall the ruminations of the reader and his or her invented or recollected or misunderstood knowingness.鈥� During this reread, my 鈥渞ecollected or misunderstood knowingness鈥� landed on clues鈥攆airytale elements鈥擨 choose to believe Morrison scattered as a key to the subversive, communal, familial folksong that arrives later in her narrative.
In the first chapter Ruth, nursing her son who鈥檚 nicknamed Milkman, thinks of herself as the 鈥渕iller鈥檚 daughter鈥� of the Rumpelstiltskin story, she who has the power to turn straw into gold. Gold will be the lure that takes the adult Milkman from a pampered existence toward the almost-ludicrous trials he puts himself through to reach the legendary cave of his father, Macon Dead, and Macon鈥檚 sister, Pilate (and the siblings鈥� dead father). Like Hansel, though without a Gretel, he also visits the crumbling house of a 鈥渨itch鈥� with 鈥済olden-eyed dogs.鈥� His many trials lead him toward an understanding of what is fool鈥檚 gold and what isn鈥檛.
Like a benevolent godmother, Pilate once sat and sung at Milkman鈥檚 crib. She is quickly banished by his kingly father, who believes his sister has hidden stolen wealth in her home on the shameful side of the tracks. He poisons his son with this belief, as if it鈥檚 鈥淛ack and the Beanstalk鈥ome fairy tale mess.鈥� When Milkman is old enough to venture to Pilate鈥檚 house unbeknownst to his father, he is bewitched by Pilate鈥檚 voice and the smell of her wine-making, but the choices he makes with the Ophelia-like Hagar, his cousin, are still those of a privileged prince.
Set during the time of Malcom X and the Birmingham church bombing, Milkman鈥檚 journey, from home toward a truer home, and there and back again (like the hobbit), is that of a mythical hero. It makes for a gripping tale, one that Morrison has made relevant to the time period and to all time: Women and children, left behind, grappling with the reality of flown fathers and lovers; women of wisdom whose life-choices are slim to nothing; coldblooded revenges that turn inward, sickening the perpetrators; true names that lie unrecorded鈥� suppressed under wrested, false power.
Reread
In , Morrison says of this work: 鈥溾€nto these spaces should fall the ruminations of the reader and his or her invented or recollected or misunderstood knowingness.鈥� During this reread, my 鈥渞ecollected or misunderstood knowingness鈥� landed on clues鈥攆airytale elements鈥擨 choose to believe Morrison scattered as a key to the subversive, communal, familial folksong that arrives later in her narrative.
In the first chapter Ruth, nursing her son who鈥檚 nicknamed Milkman, thinks of herself as the 鈥渕iller鈥檚 daughter鈥� of the Rumpelstiltskin story, she who has the power to turn straw into gold. Gold will be the lure that takes the adult Milkman from a pampered existence toward the almost-ludicrous trials he puts himself through to reach the legendary cave of his father, Macon Dead, and Macon鈥檚 sister, Pilate (and the siblings鈥� dead father). Like Hansel, though without a Gretel, he also visits the crumbling house of a 鈥渨itch鈥� with 鈥済olden-eyed dogs.鈥� His many trials lead him toward an understanding of what is fool鈥檚 gold and what isn鈥檛.
Like a benevolent godmother, Pilate once sat and sung at Milkman鈥檚 crib. She is quickly banished by his kingly father, who believes his sister has hidden stolen wealth in her home on the shameful side of the tracks. He poisons his son with this belief, as if it鈥檚 鈥淛ack and the Beanstalk鈥ome fairy tale mess.鈥� When Milkman is old enough to venture to Pilate鈥檚 house unbeknownst to his father, he is bewitched by Pilate鈥檚 voice and the smell of her wine-making, but the choices he makes with the Ophelia-like Hagar, his cousin, are still those of a privileged prince.
Set during the time of Malcom X and the Birmingham church bombing, Milkman鈥檚 journey, from home toward a truer home, and there and back again (like the hobbit), is that of a mythical hero. It makes for a gripping tale, one that Morrison has made relevant to the time period and to all time: Women and children, left behind, grappling with the reality of flown fathers and lovers; women of wisdom whose life-choices are slim to nothing; coldblooded revenges that turn inward, sickening the perpetrators; true names that lie unrecorded鈥� suppressed under wrested, false power.
July 25, 2020
2017: This is the first 5 star read of the year that wasn't a reread! I'm really surprised and relieved that my first Toni Morrison was a huge success. I had assumed that her books would be too dark for me (and I think some of them might be), but SOS turned out to be just the right book for me. This novel has a parcel of amazingly odd characters who you want to hear more and more about. I would classify this as magical realism because the idea of magic hovers all throughout this text. The main plot of this novel is a search to understand one's heritage, but the joy I found whilst reading this came from the succinct, yet poetical writing style and those unique characters. This makes me consider reading all of her novels in 2018 and so eager to read the two other Morrisons I have on my shelves this year.
2020: Milkman Dead doesn't realize just how coddled he's been all his life. Now in his thirties, he discovers a truth about his family history and embarks on a road trip that will change everything he knows about himself. Song of Solomon is Toni Morrison's first attempt to write from a male protagonist's point of view.
Though Milkman is our main character, which becomes more apparent in the second half of the novel, the joy of SOS is learning about the lives of Milkman's family. There are many strong, flawed female characters to connect with and fascinate the reader. This delving into the lives of all the characters is why I love SOS. Pilate, First Corinthians, Ruth, Hagar... these characters show that there's really nothing ordinary about any person.
Throughout this novel is the image of flight, beginning with a scene in which a man wearing blue silk wings jumps from the roof of a building to his death. Hearkening back to the legend of Africans who literally fly away to escape slavery, this is just one element of magical realism that permeates to story of the Dead family. SOS remains my favorite Morrison, and I look forward to rereading it again and again.
2020: Milkman Dead doesn't realize just how coddled he's been all his life. Now in his thirties, he discovers a truth about his family history and embarks on a road trip that will change everything he knows about himself. Song of Solomon is Toni Morrison's first attempt to write from a male protagonist's point of view.
Though Milkman is our main character, which becomes more apparent in the second half of the novel, the joy of SOS is learning about the lives of Milkman's family. There are many strong, flawed female characters to connect with and fascinate the reader. This delving into the lives of all the characters is why I love SOS. Pilate, First Corinthians, Ruth, Hagar... these characters show that there's really nothing ordinary about any person.
Throughout this novel is the image of flight, beginning with a scene in which a man wearing blue silk wings jumps from the roof of a building to his death. Hearkening back to the legend of Africans who literally fly away to escape slavery, this is just one element of magical realism that permeates to story of the Dead family. SOS remains my favorite Morrison, and I look forward to rereading it again and again.
July 23, 2007
I would like to have given a lower rating because I simply did not enjoy the read, but there is a value to this book that I cannot deny. Powerfully written, and has great cultural insight and thought. But really, I couldn't relate very well -- perhaps that is the point in many cases. I can't explain it much better without spending more time looking at it again than I'd like to, so I'll leave it at this:
I felt enlightened. I felt like shit. All without feeling very invested.
I felt enlightened. I felt like shit. All without feeling very invested.
April 22, 2025
2024/77
Dear Toni Morrison:
How can I review a book I read three months ago without butchering the story, or without confusing the experience I had with it? Perhaps by only talking about what I recall and leaving behind whatever I'm not sure of. With your novel, Song of Solomon, there shouldn't be any obstacles of that kind, though, as it became one of my favorite reads of the year, and it is still fresh in my mind as if I had read it a few days ago.
I must confess this was my second, but only successful attempt to read your book. My first try, a year before the time I finished it (November 2024), was considerably challenging, mainly because I never got used to the audiobook. I perhaps listened to it for around 30 minutes before giving up for good. It was as though I was reading in an unknown language if I'm honest. I know, I wasn't ready for it. And you know what? I spent that whole day complaining about the voice they chose for it: your voice. I'm sorry for saying this, but I thought it was monotonous and that made the story hard to follow. One year later, the results were positively different, as you are aware. Not only was your voice suitable for such a powerful story鈥攖hat I could tell once I got further than my previous time鈥攂ut little by little I noticed how your narration started to grow on me. English-wise, I felt safe too. Finally.
If you are wondering how I managed to go from not understanding your voice one year ago, to being able to make up the words and then the sentences, and then the paragraphs, until everything was clear and coherent...I'm afraid I don't have the answer. I guess that's something that my brain could work out as time passed. What I can tell you though, is that I won't give up on a book, let alone an author, so easily again. Coming back to the book I was most interested in reading was not only a good decision but a whole journey.
Song of Solomon has its complex moments: let me tell you I spent some time drawing a family tree that was helpful the more I kept reading Milkman Dead's story; at the same time, the nonlinear narrative kept me interested but also made me feel confused now and then. Are we in the past now, or is this still the present? What Macon is that? What is Guitar talking about? And so on. Listening to it was a long process, and now it's the time to apologize for thinking that your voice, your quiet, peaceful voice, didn't fit the novel at all. On the contrary, it feels as though your sweet grandma were reading the story of her life to you. That's what Milkman's life looked like for the most part: a normal guy who is trying to find his place, and by doing that, he looks back at his past: his origins and the people who came before him. The way you intertwined these realistic characters' lives and the symbolism and religious aspects that the story follows is something that not many writers could achieve, but you pulled it off almost effortlessly.
I couldn't be happier for running into you for the first time, even though the first, "first" time, we didn't get along pretty well. No hard feelings from your side, I hope. Seeing that this is not the only audiobook narrated by yourself makes me wonder if I've been missing a lot of new meaningful experiences lately. Novels full of extraordinary characters who have a story to share with us, a story that sometimes might be hard and heartbreaking to read, but completely necessary to tell, like the one I found in Song of Solomon. I promise you that, before this year ends (2025), I'll swing by to say hi again. Or at least, I'll try.
Best,
A reader
My rating on a scale of 1 to 5:
Quality of writing [5/5]
Pace [4.5/5]
Plot development [4.5/5]
Characters [5/5]
Enjoyability [4.5/5]
Insightfulness [5/5]
Easy of reading [4/5]
Photos/Illustrations [N/A]
Total [32.5/7] = 4.64
Dear Toni Morrison:
How can I review a book I read three months ago without butchering the story, or without confusing the experience I had with it? Perhaps by only talking about what I recall and leaving behind whatever I'm not sure of. With your novel, Song of Solomon, there shouldn't be any obstacles of that kind, though, as it became one of my favorite reads of the year, and it is still fresh in my mind as if I had read it a few days ago.
I must confess this was my second, but only successful attempt to read your book. My first try, a year before the time I finished it (November 2024), was considerably challenging, mainly because I never got used to the audiobook. I perhaps listened to it for around 30 minutes before giving up for good. It was as though I was reading in an unknown language if I'm honest. I know, I wasn't ready for it. And you know what? I spent that whole day complaining about the voice they chose for it: your voice. I'm sorry for saying this, but I thought it was monotonous and that made the story hard to follow. One year later, the results were positively different, as you are aware. Not only was your voice suitable for such a powerful story鈥攖hat I could tell once I got further than my previous time鈥攂ut little by little I noticed how your narration started to grow on me. English-wise, I felt safe too. Finally.
If you are wondering how I managed to go from not understanding your voice one year ago, to being able to make up the words and then the sentences, and then the paragraphs, until everything was clear and coherent...I'm afraid I don't have the answer. I guess that's something that my brain could work out as time passed. What I can tell you though, is that I won't give up on a book, let alone an author, so easily again. Coming back to the book I was most interested in reading was not only a good decision but a whole journey.
Song of Solomon has its complex moments: let me tell you I spent some time drawing a family tree that was helpful the more I kept reading Milkman Dead's story; at the same time, the nonlinear narrative kept me interested but also made me feel confused now and then. Are we in the past now, or is this still the present? What Macon is that? What is Guitar talking about? And so on. Listening to it was a long process, and now it's the time to apologize for thinking that your voice, your quiet, peaceful voice, didn't fit the novel at all. On the contrary, it feels as though your sweet grandma were reading the story of her life to you. That's what Milkman's life looked like for the most part: a normal guy who is trying to find his place, and by doing that, he looks back at his past: his origins and the people who came before him. The way you intertwined these realistic characters' lives and the symbolism and religious aspects that the story follows is something that not many writers could achieve, but you pulled it off almost effortlessly.
I couldn't be happier for running into you for the first time, even though the first, "first" time, we didn't get along pretty well. No hard feelings from your side, I hope. Seeing that this is not the only audiobook narrated by yourself makes me wonder if I've been missing a lot of new meaningful experiences lately. Novels full of extraordinary characters who have a story to share with us, a story that sometimes might be hard and heartbreaking to read, but completely necessary to tell, like the one I found in Song of Solomon. I promise you that, before this year ends (2025), I'll swing by to say hi again. Or at least, I'll try.
Best,
A reader
My rating on a scale of 1 to 5:
Quality of writing [5/5]
Pace [4.5/5]
Plot development [4.5/5]
Characters [5/5]
Enjoyability [4.5/5]
Insightfulness [5/5]
Easy of reading [4/5]
Photos/Illustrations [N/A]
Total [32.5/7] = 4.64
September 11, 2017
**In these brief moments I have of electricity and internet, through this Irma craze, I present my reading thoughts...**
鈥淔ly and mercy,鈥� Toni Morrison writes in the foreword of this book. 鈥淏oth terms are central to the narrative: flight as escape or confrontation; mercy the unspoken wish of the novel鈥檚 population.鈥�
Flight as a theme was abundantly clear to me at first read: Pilate, the shunned woman without a navel, who uses flight as a means of survival; Macon Dead, her money-conscious brother who uses flight to get richer; Macon Dead Jr., or Milkman, his son, whose flight is a symbol of all things strange and redeeming; Hagar, Pilate鈥檚 daughter who flies by night to hunt the man she loves, the one she thinks belongs to her.
Wings take one out of unfortunate circumstances. Wings take one to unseen heights. Careful, wings also take one to unforeseen places. Fly little bird, fly away, like Solomon, the slave who set generations free.
In true Morrison style, the language is powerful and packs an emotional punch. There were moments of sheer delight while I read some phrases, moments when I stopped to ponder how Toni Morrision strings together words, how she elevates the language of the streets. Her dialogue dazzles and pulls me into the pockets of stories within stories. And there are also moments when the stories grow strangely dark and mythical, when prose takes poetic shape and dialogue shifts into weird, secret spaces, like the dark cave of bones and gold that both eludes and follows Pilate and Milkman. A Morrison book is like none other, this is for sure.
Later, the trajectory of mercy reveals itself in ungainly terms. Is there any mercy for these characters? There are certainly pleas for mercy, cries of help that are ignored for ages, rage which stems from ignored pleas. There are moments when mercy is badly needed to fix things, and yet, she too, takes flight. Mercy, the perished cry. But Mercy has vanished.
鈥淔ly and mercy,鈥� Toni Morrison writes in the foreword of this book. 鈥淏oth terms are central to the narrative: flight as escape or confrontation; mercy the unspoken wish of the novel鈥檚 population.鈥�
Flight as a theme was abundantly clear to me at first read: Pilate, the shunned woman without a navel, who uses flight as a means of survival; Macon Dead, her money-conscious brother who uses flight to get richer; Macon Dead Jr., or Milkman, his son, whose flight is a symbol of all things strange and redeeming; Hagar, Pilate鈥檚 daughter who flies by night to hunt the man she loves, the one she thinks belongs to her.
Wings take one out of unfortunate circumstances. Wings take one to unseen heights. Careful, wings also take one to unforeseen places. Fly little bird, fly away, like Solomon, the slave who set generations free.
In true Morrison style, the language is powerful and packs an emotional punch. There were moments of sheer delight while I read some phrases, moments when I stopped to ponder how Toni Morrision strings together words, how she elevates the language of the streets. Her dialogue dazzles and pulls me into the pockets of stories within stories. And there are also moments when the stories grow strangely dark and mythical, when prose takes poetic shape and dialogue shifts into weird, secret spaces, like the dark cave of bones and gold that both eludes and follows Pilate and Milkman. A Morrison book is like none other, this is for sure.
You think dark is just one color, but it ain鈥檛. There鈥檙e five or six kinds of black. Some silly, some woolly. Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it don鈥檛 stay still. It moves and changes from one kind of black to another. Saying something is pitch black is like saying something is green. What kind of green? Green like my bottles? Green like a grasshopper? Green like a cucumber, lettuce, or green like the sky is just before it breaks loose to storm? Well, night black is the same way. May as well be a rainbow.
Later, the trajectory of mercy reveals itself in ungainly terms. Is there any mercy for these characters? There are certainly pleas for mercy, cries of help that are ignored for ages, rage which stems from ignored pleas. There are moments when mercy is badly needed to fix things, and yet, she too, takes flight. Mercy, the perished cry. But Mercy has vanished.
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