Wow.
...wow.
While not every story hit the mark for me--the first one especially was dull and completely forgettable, so don't give up after that one!--this compilation of 14 short stories was fantastic in so many ways. Below are summaries of the four stories in this collection that really made this book for me. I apologize if they're too detailed. I couldn't bear forgetting their substance, and this review will help me remember when I look back. I hope they'll intrigue you into reading this collection too! In order of favourites.
~~~~~~~~~ELETHIA~~~~~~~~~
I'm going to be thinking about this one, playing it over and over again, in my head for a long, long time. It's one of the shortest of the stories, but to me it said so much with so little.
The titular character lives in a small town. There’s a whites-only diner called Uncle Albert’s, and in the window is a dummy of Uncle Albert himself, carrying a tray and a napkin draped over his arm. The elderly black people in the town “appeared grateful to the rich man who owned the restaurant for giving them a taste of vicarious fame . . . even though n— were not allowed in the front door, ole Albert was already inside, and looking mighty pleased about it, too.”
Elethia, who works in the kitchen of the diner, realizes that Uncle Albert isn’t a dummy; he’s the stuffed body of a real man, taxidermied. He was born into slavery and, according to those who had known him, was quite the opposite of the servile, smiling way he’s posed in the window.
Elethia and her male friends break into the diner one night and burned Albert, and they each kept a small bottle of his ashes. “And for each of them what they knew and their reaction to what they knew was profound.”
As she and her friends grow up— she went to college and her friends to the army—they discovered Uncle Alberts all over the world, in museums and textbooks and museums and media. “But she had her jar of ashes . . . and she was careful that, no matter how compelling the hype, Uncle Alberts, in her own mind, were not permitted to exist.”
~~~~~~COMING APART~~~~~~
This one is about a husband and wife, both black, and the husband likes to look at porn containing white women. She expresses the fact that she’s not comfortable with that, so he brings home a new set of porn, now containing black women. But this porn is no better, for different reasons.
Her husband calls her a prude. She looks at herself in the mirror and realizes that her husband wouldn’t consider her mother sexy, and since she’s aging, this frightens her. But then she realizes that she herself considers her mother very sexy, and “at once she feels restored. Resolves to fight.”
She hands him an essay by Audre Lorde. He throws it away. “No dyke can tell me anything.” She hands him the porn magazines filled with women, white and black, eating each other out.
As they debate, "he feels oppressed by her incipient struggle, and feels somehow as if her struggle to change the pleasure he has enjoyed is a violation of his rights.” He condemns her as being like one of those white feminists marching in the streets. Is it because he can now ogle white women in freedom and she has no similar outlet of expression that he thinks of her as still black and himself as something else?
She reads him something: This obscene, inhuman treatment of Black men by white men has a direct correlation to white men’s increasingly obscene and inhuman treatment of women, particularly white women, in pornography and real life. White women, working towards their own strength and identity, their own sexuality, have in a sense become uppity n——. As the Black men threatens the white man’s masculinity and power, so now do women.
The wife goes on, quotes Frantz Fanon at her husband: By loving me, [the white woman] proves that I am worthy of white love. The wife pauses, looks at her husband: “So how does a black woman feel when her black man leaves Playboy on the coffee table?”
For the first time he understands fully a line his wife read the day before: “The pornography industry’s exploitation of the black woman’s body is qualitatively different from that of the white woman.”
And “what [the husband] has refused to see is that where white women are depicted in pornography as “objects,” black women are depicted as animals. Where white women are depicted at least as human bodies if not beings, black women are depicted as shit. [The husband] begins to feel sick.”
~~~~~~ADVANCING LUNA~~~~~~~
The narrator and a white girl named Luna, along with a number of other people both black and white, men and women, spend the summer in Georgia working for civil rights, living with local families willing to take them in.
The narrator and Luna become friends, and later end up living together in New York. Luna confides in the narrator that a black man who had been part of the movement in Georgia, Freddie Pye, had raped her. “Why didn’t you scream?” the narrator asks. “You know why,” says Luna. The narrator does know—she thinks of all the black men lynched for looking at white women the wrong way.
Later on, the narrator sees Freddie Pye coming out of Luna’s room in their apartment. She can’t understand this, because she thinks Luna is telling the truth. The disclosure, though, causes a rift between them, and the friendship dissolves.
Many years later, the narrator is talking about this event to a new friend, who suggests that perhaps Freddie Pye had been paid to rape Luna by white men who wanted to disrupt the movement for civil rights; this friend, himself, had been offered such work before and had refused. But what about Freddie’s second visit, the narrator asks?
“Probably nothing will explain that,” the friend says. “But assuming Freddie Pye was paid to disrupt—by raping a white woman—the black struggle in the South, he may have wised up enough later to comprehend the significance of Luna’s decision not to scream.”
~~~A SUDDEN TRIP HOME IN THE SPRING~~~
The main character, Sarah is the only black girl at Wellesley College, and she has just learned her oppressive father has died. As she prepares to go home for the funeral, she talks to her roommate about the writer Richard Wright and his relationship with his father, who abandoned him and his mother. The roommate says she doesn't understand why Wright went looking for his father when Wright was an adult, a successful writer: "Wright earned the freedom to be whoever he wanted to be. To a strong man a father is not essential."
"Maybe not," said Sarah, "but Wright's father was one faulty door in a house of many ancient rooms. Was that one faulty door to shut him off forever from the rest of the house? That was the question."
Later in the story, Sarah wonders if Richard Wright had had a brother. "You are the door to all the rooms," she said. "Don't ever close."
And he said, "I won't," as if he understood what she meant.