Book 5 of 52 is Book from an author you love but haven’t read yet. (PopSugar Reading Challenge)
In “Love” Toni Morrison takes you on an exploration of passion – dark and all consuming – the complexity of love, on – the complexity of love, friendship and all the characters are seeking love.
Once again Morrison holds your hand, and guides you through a heartbreaking tale of innocence corrupted.
The narrators, the primary voices of the nonlinear narrative are L, Heed the Night, Christine and Junior. Across three generations the Cosey women or Bill Cosey’s women fight each other to gain in favour. Even in death is power to cloud their visions of each other and themselves remain.
The nonlinear narrative was at times difficult to follow. But soon it becomes very clear when Christine, Heed, L and Junior are speaking.
My favourite quote from the book (very long but…)
“Young people, Lord. Do they still call it infatuation? That magic ax that chops away the world in one blow, leaving only the couple standing there trembling? Whatever they call it, it leaps over anything, takes the biggest chair, the largest slice, rules the ground wherever it walks, from a mansion to a swamp, and its selfishness is its beauty. Before I was reduced to singsong, I saw all kinds of mating. Most are two-night stands trying to last a season. Some, the riptide ones, claim exclusive right to the real name, even though everybody drowns in its wake. People with no imagination feed it with sex—the clown of love. They don’t know the real kinds, the better kinds, where losses are cut and everybody benefits. It takes a certain intelligence to love like that—softly, without props. But the world is such a showpiece, maybe that’s why folks try to outdo it, put everything they feel onstage just to prove they can think up things too: handsome scary things like fights to the death, adultery, setting sheets afire. They fail, of course. The world outdoes them every time. While they are busy showing off, digging other people’s graves, hanging themselves on a cross, running wild in the streets, cherries are quietly turning from greed to red, oysters are suffering pearls, and children are catching rain in their mouths expecting the drops to be cold but they’re not; they are warm and smell like pineapple before they get heavier and heavier, so heavy and fast they can’t be caught one at a time.”