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Wow. There's so much going on in this story, but it all feels so major! Paul feels like Hamlet to me; an acquired awareness that is just so so confounding. I'm really sad to say goodbye to Him. I will weep like a baby watching Denis adapt this on screen.

I'll have to sit with this one for a while; but it's melancholic, philosophical, and so reaffirming of life, too! Review to come soon...

plans within plans, schemes within schemes; this book is just so, so sad.

Ok so basically my final project is to adapt this into a screenplay (in anticipation of the real one next year) but all that is happening in this book are a bunch of scheming conversations, Paul calling Hitler a pussy for his (in comparison) low kill count, and siblings thinking about having sex with each other. I am, however, super excited to see the Face Dancers on screen (played by RPat, nonetheless!!)

have started and restarted this now for the fourth time

everyone should read this book and thank me later

Sweet, she thought. He must think I can't bear to hear him say it. That after all I have told him and after telling me how many feet I have, "goodbye" would break me into pieces. Ain't that sweet.

God. This is the best book ever, man. Sethe is such a legend, and Paul D is so complex...I love him so much despite his flaws. This book just leaves me speechless every time

Wanna fly, you gotta give up the shit that weighs you down. 🗣️🗣️

these characters are so well written

another Morrison novel is extracting its toll on my brain. this is such a heavy read--there's so many symbols and illusions, but it's also such a tender read as well; generous, kind, and gentle--just like Pilate who's a character I already know I'll adore.

"Pilate lived as though progress was a word that meant walking a little further down the road"

Think we might all benefit from that outlook...

That feeling where you chuckle on every page out of sheer amazement…her words are always so powerful, so strong; but also so soft, so delicate. This is an amazing book!

this is so richhhhh...like wow! morrison confounds me

Rereading this gem such a treat.
But was it really like that? As painful as I remember?…Love thick and dark as Alaga syrup, eased up to that cracked window. And in the night, when my coughing was dry and rough, feet padded into the room, hands repinned the flannel, readjusted the quilt, and rested a moment on my forehead. So when I think of autumn, I think of somebody with hands who does not want me to die.

The only thing here that’s invoked a reaction in me, was when Frenchie (who’s an innocent little boy) admitted that he and “every boy, had at one point or another harbored a secret crush and more than a few night-time fantasies over Wab.” Don’t you just love when women write boy characters, yet still apply generic patriarchal s.types to them? Lazy, pathetic, annoying characterization. Do better girl!😍

ugh Baldwin is still the goat at writing complex relationships...

And, while he spoke, his hand was on her breast, and his moving lips brushed her neck. And this caused such a war in her as could scarcely be endured. She felt everything in existence between them was part of a mighty plan for her humiliation. She did not want his touch, and yet she did: she burned with longing and froze with rage.

stunning!

I’m not sure if I’m fully convinced of Orange’s fiction writing—but wow are his concessions powerful. He’s at his best in the prologue and the interlude thus far, and his writing cuts like bullets, right through you. This is powerful stuff!

I’m not sure if I’m fully convinced of Orange’s fiction writing—but wow are his concessions powerful. He’s at his best in the prologue and the interlude thus far, and his writing cuts like bullets, right through you. This is powerful stuff!

We don’t have time, Nephew, time has us.