Song of Solomon
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Average rating4.2
This is considered as a modern classic and it has interesting ideas about identity but it feels like the plot is meandering.
I finished this book and the first thought I had - this is it?
Don't get me wrong this might be clever, have a lot of symbolism and themes about belonging but it is so so boring.
There wasn't a single moment where I was engaged in the story.
This is clearly not my cup of tea.
Really need to read something more engaging to get interested in reading again.
I love reading about complex relationships between men and women and how disappointingly still evident in modern times like these. It makes me feel sad and angry and disheartened that even when trying a little to make an effort to change things, there is still so much to accomplish. The same thing goes with family dynamics.
Absolutely batshit in the best way. Annotated by my lovely girlfriend, and that really let me linger on Morrison's prose. Thick and sweet as molasses, electric and violent as a defibrillator. G-ddamn.
A delightful odyssey, a joy from start to finish. It's strange, it reminded me a bit of Murakami's writing style, the narrative continuously builds, almost every paragraph holds some new revelation about Milkman's universe and everyone associated with him. Different from Murakami of course is entirely believable characters everywhere, especially the females that constitute the backbone of the story and in a way Milkman himself. “What harm did I do you on my knee?” Continues to ring in my mind for some reason, thinking about the disturbing visions of both Milkman's parents. Continuously conflicting the reader with whether or not to sympathize or condemn the hateful Macon Dead, and be revolted or endeared to deranged Ruth Dead, in the end both are deeply flawed and fearful, nightmarish to read about. The same with Milkman's other two main compatriots, Hagar and Guitar, excellent characters who display nearly opposite forms of mania, Hagar's life dependent on the existence and love of one, Guitar's life dependent on vengeance and the killing of random others. Milkman himself to me became an enigma, I wasn't sure whether to pity him, cheer for him, scold him or deride him... But I saw myself in him all the same. It truly is a coming of age story, and I think the lesson finally learned in the end, spoken by the Judge Holden of the novel Pilate (who herself is, I think, the victory of Morrison's novel outside of Guitar's anti-villainism), is in her final words. Milkman finds community, the meaning of his life, when his life is already half over. Maybe I can find that a little sooner. This will be a fun reread someday.
I loved this book when I first read it Freshman year of college, and I still love it now. I decided to read it amidst the Virginia gubernatorial debacle to remember the details causing all the fuss.
And oh, did it come back... There are certainly some things that cause one to feel, euphemistically, uneasy: things of the Oedipal, incestuous variety. Also, murder. Also, race conflict. Which, in my personal opinion, all bound up in lovely prose and magical realism, makes for some fantastic reading. Based on the Song of Songs, it's a book all about Black love. It reads a lot like a reclamation of a biblical narrative, and it's a hard-hitting, beautiful novel. Can't recommend enough.
Re-read after Toni Morrison's death because this was the first book I read of hers, and I remember it as golden and influential in my life. Re-reading after 30 years, elements of the story weighed differently with me than they did the first time. I remembered the unearthing of Solomon's story as long and drawn out, based on agonizing detective work, but on re-reading I realized that Milkman practically picked the story out of thin air on the basis of nothing much. I remembered sympathizing strongly with Hagar, but this time I agreed more with First Corinthians on the subject of Milkman. I had completely forgotten about the friendship with Guitar and its breakdown. One thing I recognized and remembered as soon as I opened the book and read the first page again is that to read a Toni Morrison book is to put yourself in the hands of a master.
This book tells the story of the “Dead” family through the life of its youngest member, Macon Dead III, called Milkman. Milkman is drawn into the rift between his well to do landlord father and his moonshine brewing, herbal medicine practicing aunt. Because of this rift, he comes to investigate his family's origins and the early lives of his father and his aunt. What he finds surprises and energizes him, and draws him into a more authentic life.
This book will stick with me. Which should maybe rate it four stars. But... I'm torn with this one. Aspects of it, I loved. Others ... Anyway. I still recommend it even if I didn't love it. The writing is superb. The story unique. But ... torn.
Made me think about so many things I've never really thought about. Fantastic book.
this is one of those books i read in high school that made me realize i wanted to study books for as long as i could. part of it, i think, is that it's in many ways a Literary Achievement, and on the surface it lends itself to that close reading mumbo-jumbo we all get hammered into our brains. it's a fun game to play and there's plenty to play with in here. but when you go deeper - and i confess, i really need to revisit this book to confirm it, with quotes - there's something unearthly about where she goes with all those earthly techniques. there's always something just beyond a flat-ironed reading, always a little disconnection - a bit of a fuck-off, look-away to it that i really appreciate. again: i have to go back and read again to make that make sense. but i feel like i had to write something down in the meantime.
Wow. This was... powerful. I don't really know what to say about it, I'm still thinking about it. Anyway, there's a reason [b:Toni Morrison 6149 Beloved Toni Morrison http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1165555299s/6149.jpg 736076] is right there at the top of the contemporary canon.
I'm not sure I adore this quite as much as Beloved or Sula, but am so glad to have read it. Coming back to [b:Toni Morrison 6149 Beloved Toni Morrison http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1165555299s/6149.jpg 736076] after a couple years since my last read of hers, I was just blown away by a lot of this book. Reading this really made me wish I'd taken a course in college on black masculinity (did UVa offer such a thing?)...I think all feminists interested in the intersectionality of race, class, and gender (which has been coming up again and again on feministing, lately, as it should) would benefit from reading this. At times Morrison's portraits of decay in rural America throughout the novel reminded me of the best parts of Faulkner's Absalom, Absalom: slow, slightly mystical, and walking the fine line between chilling and uplifting.