That’s fascinating, the novel echoing back upon itself, its voices in conflict, as if to express the tension at the heart of the impulse to tell a story. She’s never been more concise, though, and that restraint demonstrates the full range of her power. This scarily quiet tale packs all the thundering themes Morrison has explored before. A deeply moving novel about an apparently defeated man finding his manhood-and his home. As Frank revisits his memories from childhood and the war that have left him questioning his sense of self, he discovers a profound courage he had thought he could never possess again.
His home may seem alien to him, but he is shocked out of his crippling apathy by the need to rescue his medically abused younger sister and take her back to the small Georgia town they come from and that he’s hated all his life. By signing up you agree to our terms of useĪmerica’s most celebrated novelist, Nobel Prize-winner Toni Morrison extends her profound take on our history with this twentieth-century tale of redemption: a taut and tortured story about one man’s desperate search for himself in a world disfigured by war. Frank Money is an angry, self-loathing veteran of the Korean War who, after traumatic experiences on the front lines, finds himself back in racist America with more than just physical scars. This work’s accomplishment lies in its considerable capacity to make us feel that we are each not only resident but co-owner of, and collectively accountable for, this land we call home.Thank you for signing up! Keep an eye on your inbox. It’s precisely by committing unreservedly to the first that she’s able to transcend the circumscribed audience it might imply. Part of Morrison’s longstanding greatness resides in her ability to animate specific stories about the black experience and simultaneously speak to all experience. revelations read like in-text SparkNotes. At times, Home displays its meanings with all the subtlety of a zoot-suiter.
the book’s most powerful proposition: that there is no such thing as individual pathology. Threaded through the story are reminders of our country’s vicious inhospitality toward some of its own. What kind of selfhood is it possible to possess when we come from a spiritually impoverished home, one that fails to concede, let alone nourish, each inhabitant’s worth? This is the question Morrison asks, and while exploring it through the specific circumstances of Frank Money, she raises it in a broader sense.
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