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127 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1971
He liked his own dreams and visions. They created an atmosphere where not only he but all humanity could evolve. They stretched across every barrier and taboo and lovingly embraced the impossible. There was no such thing as a slave or any man as an object of pity. But while he looked ahead to such a world, he was no fool. The vicious, selfish, the cruel--those too he saw, and their capacity for creating misery. Where he could, he nailed them to the ground, but always alertly with no intention of becoming their victim. And he intended following his own heart without in any way becoming the victim of the stupid, senseless, cruel society into which he had been born. Hence his lies and evasions....At such times he would think: 'What will I do if she does not love me as much as I love her?' A terrible reply came from his heart: 'Kill her.'The last time I ran into self-contained majesty in the form of a book, it was Sleepless Nights, and I had likely neither heard of Bessie Head nor thought of hosting a Year of Reading Women of Color. This iteration is more haunting for the simple reason that I bought this book not out of genuine interest, but because the title showed up at my regular sale and I thought, despite this being one of Head's less popular works, I should give her a chance. That's the magic of practicing the paying of attention to those sidelined by both public perception and common sense: in converse to bloated expectations for the usual and more often than not sadistic, there is little to no advanced preparation made for the wonders to behold. Neither this nor SN is a favorite, but they both have a certain something that marks a writer who knows when to begin, end, and concentrate as much as is humanly possible in between.
What could she say, except that at the moment she would have chosen anything as an alternative to the living death into which she had so unexpectedly fallen? He was not just anything but some kind of strange, sweet music you could hear over and over again. She was beginning to listen. It was not strange. She had heard it before.Perhaps you should ask.
They knew nothing about the standards of the soul, and since Maru only lived by those standards they had never been able to make a place for him in their society.