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The
Bluest Eye
Toni Morrison
Review by Virginia D.
Hudson
Oh,
to be different.
That's what Pecola Breedlove wants in Toni
Morrison's novel, The Bluest Eye. This 206-page novel allows the
reader to enter the mind and thoughts of an eleven-year-old black
child that has experienced neither the acceptance of the outside world
nor the love of a parent or a friend. Instead, she encounters
prejudice. Because even at a young age, Pecola believes that being
accepted in society means to be measured according to the beauty myth:
blonde hair and blue eyes.
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Each night,
without fail, she prayed for blue eyes. Fervently, for a year she
had prayed. Although somewhat discouraged, she was not without
hope. To have something as wonderful as that happen would take a
long, long time. Thrown, in this way, into the binding conviction
that only a miracle could relieve her, she would never know her
beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other
people.
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The Bluest Eye was the first novel written by
Morrison in 1970. Set in the Pulitzer Prize winning author's childhood
hometown of Lorain, Ohio, the novel traces two families - The
Breedloves and the MacTeers. Throughout the short novel the author
tackles issues of class, racism, incest, poverty and domestic
violence. While the sisters in the MacTeer family attempt to resist
the trap of racism, the Breedlove's, in particular Pecola and her
mother, seem to be trapped by it. We learn that Pecola's mother
suffers from the same undercurrent of racism that defines the
acceptable standard of beauty. It is also revealed that Pecola is
impregnated by her alcoholic father and a victim of her mother's
misplaced anger. Morrison's work evokes an array of emotions - most
notably a lingering sadness, at the life of this young girl as she
drifts deeper and deeper into a mental abyss.
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But just as the reader sinks into the
pace of the novel, Morrison changes the tempo as if to keep you on
your toes. Despite the shift in tone, Morrison writes prose so rich
that it leaves you thirsty. Drink up. M
February 2002
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