November 29, 2008
Original Sins
David Gates reviews Toni Morrison's "A Mercy" in The New York Times:
“A Mercy” has neither the terrible passion of “Beloved” — how many times can we ask a writer to go to such a place? — nor the spirited ingenuity of “Love,” the most satisfying of Morrison’s subsequent novels. But it’s her deepest excavation into America’s history, to a time when the South had just passed laws that “separated and protected all whites from all others forever,” and the North had begun persecuting people accused of witchcraft. (The book’s most anxious moment comes when a little white girl goes hysterical at the sight of Florens and hides behind her witch-hunting elders.) Postcolonialists and feminists, perhaps even Greens and Marxists, may latch onto “A Mercy,” but they should latch with care, lest Morrison prove too many-minded for them. This novel isn’t a polemic — does anybody really need to be persuaded that exploitation is evil? — but a tragedy in which “to be given dominion over another is a hard thing; to wrest dominion over another is a wrong thing; to give dominion of yourself to another is a wicked thing.”
Except for a slimy Portuguese slave trader, no character in the novel is wholly evil, and even he’s more weak and contemptible than mustache-twirlingly villainous. Nor are the characters we root for particularly saintly. While Lina laments the nonconsensual deaths of trees, she deftly drowns a newborn baby, not, as in “Beloved,” to save it from a life of slavery, but simply because she thinks the child’s mother (the “mongrelized” girl who goes by the Morrisonian name of Sorrow) has already brought enough bum luck to Jacob’s farmstead. Everyone in “A Mercy” is damaged; a few, once in a while, find strength to act out of love, or at least out of mercy — that is, when those who have the power to do harm decide not to exercise it. A negative virtue, but perhaps more lasting than love.
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Comments
(for Dr. Alan and Eva Leveton and Victoria Mycue, therapists)
DO I NEED A NEW STORY, VICTORIA
From many angles, points of viewing, the rainbow is there.
I always try to be a glass carnation of perceptions.
My niece Victoria says changing cannot be forced.
You have to be realistic about what you are seeing
trying to accept and understand even when not agreeing.
What makes all the colors in rainbows? I don’t live in the past.
The past lives on in me, many ways of seeing, many me’s.
I live in the now, but who am I? Stories, some, get highlighted.
I have to become realistic about what I am seeing.
Living now, who am I who am influenced by these stories.
From each viewing step, something is highlighted. And angle.
Some things are obscured when we focus elsewhere.
When what is love is damaged there can be anger, eruptions.
I am influenced by other people’s stories as other peoples do.
Others combine, collide, ally, curdle, become crazed in me.
Our grandparents’ blossoms. allegiances, angers can be we.
You have to be realistic about what you are seeing, she says,
trying to accept and understand even when not agreeing.
I’d asked if peace was possible, not “were” it possible.
I asked where’s a pulse for peace fearing there was none.
Eva and Al, dear friends, said peace—she wrote “pulse”—
is often hard to find and you had to keep feeling around,
gently. Then feel some more. Never give up on the double P.
Victoria, dear niece, says be realistic about your seeing,
trying accepting, understanding even when not agreeing.
Edward Mycue 29 November 2008
Posted by: Edward Mycue | Nov 30, 2008 2:34:44 PM
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