I read Beloved this week. Written by Toni Morrison, published in 1987, winner of a Pulitzer in 1988, it’s a damn fine book. Engaging, beautiful, spooky, heart-wrenching – just read it!
Hollywood even made a movie, if your reading schedule is booked, but your TV schedule has an opening.
I’m not so good at book reviews. I have a hard time writing about writing, analyzing a story and talking about the intentions of an author, the subtle nuances of meaning, what a character represents, and so on. I really have no business blogging about books.
But I love to read. I love the process of reading (curling up with a snack, a comfy chair & good light) and the storytelling. What I get from a book are feelings, and that’s what I intend to share.
This book gave me a wider sense of the hurt we humans can do to one another. Whether the hurt is from slavery, holocaust, war, terrorism, or domestic abuse, the harm echoes so far beyond the immediate moments. My eyes are opened to the ripples of pain as family, neighbors, communities and following generations struggle with the trauma. I’m no psychologist, but it seems obvious that the harm we can do has deep lasting effects.
I may not be expressing this well. But I think of the limits I perceive on my actions in this world and I realize, once again, that I’m more interconnected than I perceive.
We can do great harm, so please, be kind.