Those were the two words that left my head after reading the final line of this masterpiece.
The Bluest Eye is simply amazing. Morrison writes fearlessly about topics most people are too afraid to touch. This book is agonizingly beautiful; the pain is real and rich, soothing and painful, damning and redeeming. Her language is as beautiful and miraculous as her words are harsh and harrowing. She writes with a perfect prose that flows flawlessly like nothing I’d ever read. The pain of her story is poetry. Every line conveys gorgeous savagery and delves into the light side of darkness and the dark side of the light.
Morrison’s story is about growing up in pain; it’s about survival; it’s about people who suffer just to breathe and walk and talk. The Bluest Eye is about the monstrosity that is life and the childish heart that wishes it away. It’s the truth about being a young black girl growing up in poverty, prejudice, pain and being forsaken even in a world that has already been pushed aside. But, it’s about enduring that hurt and walking, lifelong, on shards of jagged glass, excepting the blood that gushes from the feet simply because she has no other choice.
This is the first time I’ve ever read Toni Morrison and, if her other books are like this, then she is definitely a contender to become my favorite author. She is a genius storyteller and a brilliant writer, courageous, unapologetic and serene in her impurity. She may be the author I’ve always been looking for: the one to speak from the spirit without falsity and with intelligence.
The Bluest Eye is like a poem. Every line bursts with creativity and lush scenery, either of the land or of the soul. I have never read a book where someone lays bare the very essence of their being quite like this. This is a definite winner and I wish to God that I had Toni Morrison’s ability in both writing and storytelling. This novel is a monument to literature and a testament to one woman’s ability to truly connect with herself without bitterness, regret or pause. I felt the pain, the acceptance, and the triumph of survival that laid within this book, and I understood every foul thing that happened. What makes the Bluest Eye so great other than the flawless writing? The fact that it is life and it tells you that life is without sugar.
I feel like these words don’t do the tale justice, and I feel like they don’t fully convey my profound respect and admiration for this work of art. But, I did what I could.