Morrison
triggers certain feelings as I read every passage. At first, he described
Claudia’s self-image so well that I understood her desperation to dismember the
blue-eyed doll. Then she lets me stand by the kitchen dinner table and dodge
Cholly as he catapults into a stove, feeling every blow to my face and wishing
his death just like Sammy did. I feel the cold climb up my spine as I too nag
about the lack of coal in this household, because at some point we are all just
going to freeze. And now, I want to disappear with Pecola but my eyes are the
only thing that keeps me from vanishing. I’m always so close.
Her
use of detail and shift in narration, allows me to experience every emotion and
feel every stimuli that bounces off the walls of the household. It becomes so
detailed that I feel the floor thud as Mrs. Breedlove limps into her room. This
is the kind of reaction that every author should achieve through dialogue,
exposition, or narration.
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