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This is my first book by Morrison. I rarely read books again, but I think I want to come back to this book and read it again. English is not my first language, and therefore, maybe I could not get the nuances of this book. As there were some parts that were bit hard to understand for me, 2/3 of the book I was bit bored, and then it got better until the end. However, I can really see that this book was significant of it's time and I really loved the social commentary on women & sexuality, and the dialogues between Sula and other characters.
Une très belle plume, une histoire belle et sans compromis ni filtre mais je peux pas expliquer vraiment pourquoi je n'ai pas accroché.
(lu en français)
j'aime j'aimej'aime ... « ce “tous ce qu'elles veulent” mec, c'est leur propre souffrance. demande-leur de mourir pour toi et elles sont à toi pour la vie. »
My first foray into reading Toni Morrison; this is a wild scream of a book. Intellectual and casual prose, mingled with character development and relationships and madness, mingled with the real-time decay of an ages-old friendship. It was like watching a karma wheel go around and around, and the ending was satisfying in a strange way. It has definitely piqued my interest into reading more of Toni Morrison's books. More deep-dives into the inner workings of what makes a soul? Please. With this splash of magical realism and that suspension of disbelief, there really wasn't a single disinteresting part to me.
My first Toni Morrison and I really enjoyed myself. I can't wait to read more of her work.
Having read other early Morrison novels, I found nothing surprising in Sula. There's the same gorgeous language and calming tone one will find in The Bluest Eye or Beloved, all layered over some of the most horrific scenes in print. More recent Morrison novels are told in the same beguiling whisper, but lack the urgency, and as a result, much of the story, that her earlier works show so abundantly.
Compared to the other early works of Morrison I have read, Sula was similar, but its characters and scenes did not stick with me the same way her others had. Perhaps I'd grown accustomed to the richness of her stories and had too high of expectations. I wonder if it isn't that, for such a short novel, my attention was too divided. Despite being named after one of its characters, Sula is the least focused on a sole character of the Morrison I have read. It really is the story of Sula and Nel, with equal time spent on Eva's story. All this division of focus in 174 pages left me unattached to the story; nevertheless, I enjoyed Morrison's evocative storytelling and the interactions between the characters. I look forward to the next.
It's a good story, but the elaborate descriptions in Part 2 got on my nerves.