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"Rumors had been whispered for more than a year. Outrages that had been accumulating all along took shape as evidence. A mother was knocked down the stairs by her cold-eyed daughter. Four damaged infants were born in one family. Daughters refused to get out of bed. Brides disappeared on their honeymoons. Two brothers shot each other on New Year's Day. Trips to Demby for VD shots common. And what went on at the Oven these days was not to be believed . . . The proof they had been collecting since the terrible discovery in the spring could not be denied: the one thing that connected all these catastrophes was in the Convent. And in the Convent were those women."
In Paradise--her first novel since she was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature--Toni Morrison gives us a bravura performance. As the book begins deep in Oklahoma early one morning in 1976, nine men from Ruby (pop. 360), in defense of "the one all-black town worth the pain," assault the nearby Convent and the women in it. From the town's ancestral origins in 1890 to the fateful day of the assault, Paradise tells the story of a people ever mindful of the relationship between their spectacular history and a void "Out There . . . where random and organized evil erupted when and where it chose." Richly imagined and elegantly composed, Paradise weaves a powerful mystery.
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The Sisters of the Sacred Cross chipped away all the nymphs, but curves of their
marble hair still strangle grape leaves and tease the fruit. The chill intensifies as
the men spread deeper into the mansion, taking their time, looking, listening, ...
The women tied bright scarves over their hair; the children made themselves hats
of wild poppies and river vine. Ossie owned a two-year-old and a four, both fast
and pretty as brides. The other horses were simply company: Ace's spotted ...
His hair was the same color as the reporter's. “Get enough of the Cadillac” asked
June. “Plenty." He made an O with thumb and forefinger. “You all be nice, hear?”
He touched his hat and was gone. Sal left off squeezing her mother's waist.
And Frank would answer, “Cut anything from chin hair to gristle," or “Cut the
eyelashes off a bedbug," eliciting peals of laughter from Sal. When Billy James
spit Kool-Aid into Mavis' plate, his father said, “Hand me that catsup, Frankie, and
He didn't penetrate—just rubbed himself to climax while chewing a clump of her
hair through the nightgown that covered her face. She could have been a life-size
Raggedy Ann. Afterwards he spoke to her in the dark. “I don't know, Mave.
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LibraryThing ReviewRecenzja użytkownika - Frenzie - LibraryThing
Paradise opens with a scapegoat massacre. "They shoot the white girl first. With the rest they can take their time." Who that white girl is, is left for the reader to decide. I suppose the mystery is ... Przeczytaj pełną recenzję
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A difficult subject, or couple of subjects really, to write about in alcoholism and adultery, and especially to write in a way that is both realistic and sympathetic, and without resorting to "bad ... Przeczytaj pełną recenzję