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I'm so sad to hear of the passing of Toni Morrison. I first experienced her work in college; a class syllabus included “The Bluest Eye” and I was changed. That summer, I read “Song of Solomon,” “Beloved,” “Sula,” and “Jazz.” Because of Toni Morrison, as an English Lit major, I made my concentration Contemporary Women's Literature and pursued a Women's Studies certificate/minor. It made me realize that while I went to a high school that focused on the humanities and had teachers who exposed me to amazing literature (thank you, Ms. Arnold, for assigning “The Handmaid's Tale” in 11th grade), I had read little, other than “The Color Purple,” from Black authors. I went to a high school where about 75% of the students were Black, lived in a county where half the residents were Black, yet was still receiving a white, and while we're at it, male-dominated education. Toni Morrison opened my eyes and changed my whole outlook and direction. If you haven't read “The Bluest Eye” don't expect it to be a beautiful, heartwarming story. And if you're white, you may feel uncomfortable with her works. That's part of the point. Morrison wasn't writing for white people. And that is why we as white people need to read her work. Someone shared on Twitter a snippet of when Toni Morrison was interviewed by journalist Jana Wendt in 1998 and I had to find it to share with all of you:
Completely changing the subject, this weekend I am in NYC with my daughter and sister. My sister and I are big fans of the band My Morning Jacket. They are only doing two shows this year (well three but the third is a special event) and one is tonight in NYC. We decided to take a long weekend, enjoy part of the city, and go to the show as a family. I'll be sharing our adventures on Instagram Stories, so come on over and join in! This is a month with a LOT of travel but I hope to maintain quality content throughout. However, if I am slow to reply to comments and emails this is the reason. After next weekend I plan to be home for a while – school is starting soon and I love staying in town for Labor Day weekend because our city goes all out for it!
Pool parties are soul-crushing spectacles of half-naked strangers posing next to an artificial swamp. Reason #4,923 why I love Robin Givhan. (The Washington Post)
I grew up with a globe in our home and dreamed of having a house where I could have a globe collection. We no longer have the globe nor do I have one in my current home; this piece makes me want to get one and restart the family tradition. (Design Sponge)
Woah Nellie, this isn't a cheerful article but it's true, it's raw, it's well-written, and it's scary. The end times are here, and I am at Target. (The Outline)
When my suitcase arrived at baggage claim after my trip to Nashville, it was missing a wheel. I reached out to Delsey and they offered to send me a new wheel or take it to a repair location to have it fixed. I chose the wheel option but the wheel won't arrive in time for the rest of my trips this month. And I have a trip coming up where I need larger luggage and will be charged per piece. Getting the suitcase out of the airport with a missing wheel was a pain in the booty. Planning for our recent two-week trip, Karl mentioned how he wished he had a large lightweight suitcase like mine. So I went to eBags and saw that my Delsey was on sale AND they were having a promotion that day AND I had eBags points so yeah… I got another of the same 29″ suitcase, but for half the price I paid for my silver one. I don't blame Delsey for the missing wheel, all the bags on the conveyor belt looked as though they had seen better days, many were wrapped shut or popping open and the only issue with my bag was the missing wheel. It's been a good bag to me, has been all over the country with me, never causes me to be overweight even when packed to the gills, and that zipper is a workhorse. My international-sized spinner has also been awesome and Emerson uses it all the time so it has had a beating and still looks great. The new Delsey is black and looks so sleek! Anyway, I know there are some uber-trendy suitcases out there but Delsey has done me well and I know will continue to do and can't recommend it enough.
I read this article and couldn't get it out of my head. I mean, California has spent over 4 million to keep a man alive yet didn't take the time to find out his name? Or to find out if he's conscious? And when they did find out, nothing changed? If you could see me right now, as I type this I keep stopping with my hands up in the air at a loss for words. I'd love to hear your thoughts. (LA Times)
We just got back from spending a week in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont and had an amazing experience. I'll share it all soon once I have time to write it all down. This article came up in my Facebook feed about the food of that part of Vermont and I have to agree it was a great foodie experience as well. I ate at the mentioned Parker Pie and can't wait to go back and try more of these places. (American Way)
I don't think it's just DC people – would you notice if a slightly different font was used on a common street sign in your neighborhood? Would you get upset? (WAMU)
And a longread I am still reading about the author of Where the Crawdads Sing and her husband who became wildlife conservationists in Africa and maybe went too far with it. It's from 2010 but just popped up this week on Twitter; I read Owens' book a couple of months ago so was drawn to this article. Have you read it? (New Yorker)
For Your Entertainment
I don't know about you, but it seems every trip I take ends up with a soundtrack. Albums we play on the road, songs we hear in a restaurant or cafe that stick with us and become part of the memory. Eight years ago, we went to Vermont and the soundtrack was the album “Circutal” from My Morning Jacket. Before Emerson was part of the family, Karl and I took a trip to Charlottesville, Virginia and OAR's “Stories of a Stranger” will forever be part of that memory. For last week's road trip, I will always connect Two Door Cinema Club's album “False Alarm” with driving the New Jersey Turnpike and long stretches through New England. And from that album, the song that best encompasses that memory is “Talk,” which I share below. Feel free to add to your road trip soundtrack, it goes well with driving, as long as it's not standstill traffic!
Linda B says
Sometimes I am too busy to get through following all the interesting links in your Weekend Reads on the weekend! Here it is Thursday morning, and I finally made time to read the piece on global warming. So troubling! I think of my darling two month old granddaughter and want to weep at what is in her future. Not that this was the first time I have contemplated this, but dang. . .
We really, really have to get our act together. Each of us as individuals, and and together as the collective of human beings. And we have to do it NOW. It’s hard. . . our lives have so much sweetness that will have to change if we are serious about averting total climate apocalypse. But we have to find the will to face this.
I think all humans are racist to some degree and have other biases, whether conscious of the biases or not. I think what we can do is learn to recognize the biases within ourselves and learn to fight against them.
Trena Patton says
Regarding the article about the young man in the nursing home: I am in Northern California and work with people who are unable to make their own medical and life decisions. I am a government employee who is sometimes assigned clients who we only have very minimal information about. When you aren’t able t speak for yourself and no one is around to speak for you……..One of the possible reasons that no one found out the young man’s name or other information is because (1) there is no designated job in the public sector that does that work and (2) public monies (tax dollars) would be required which is not allowed. The reporter is able to find out all of this information because someone else is footing the bill-not the state. It is also expected that someone will come looking for a family member.
Yes, the state will pay lots of money to provide care because that is the legal obligation of the medical establishment and the state. They are not required to find out “who” they are serving. It is also the reason that my great state does not ask immigration status before providing care!
I hope that provides a little insight to this type of situation.
Thank you for your blog. I read it daily and enjoy the breadth and depth of your content.
I’m the only person in the world who didn’t like “The Handmaiden’s Tale.” I read it back in the 80s and maybe I should read it again, but I didn’t like when I read it. I think your description of racism being so engrained explaining why people don’t think they’re racist is spot-on.
I read a headline someplace that said that training ourselves not to talk about politics and relgion has contributed to the divisions in America – we don’t know how to talk about them without going nuclear.
We talked around the watercooler last week about O.J. Simpson. When he had his trial and the verdict was announced (this is back in the 90s) they moved the TV into the conference room and everyone came into the room to watch the announcement. I thought he was guilty as sin. I was surprised when the verdict was announced and all the Black employees cheered. Still, when we talked about this last week, at least 20 years later, I was uncomfortable recounting this experience in a racially mixed crowd — what if my co-workers thought I was racist in even bringing it up?
Thanks for the information about Delia Owens, very interesting. I had no idea and now I can see the parallels.
I’m about 10 years older than you and grew up in a small, non-diverse (at that time) town. I remember noticing that every book we read in high school centered on the male (and of course white) experience: A Separate Peace, Lord of the Flies, Catcher in the Rye, Moby Dick, etc. etc. The message was that non-male experiences (and writers) didn’t matter. I so hope that today’s young people are exposed to celebrated voices from many more perspectives.
Alison, your comments on Toni Morrison are greatly appreciated. I think if more people spent time reading & learning from others, we would discover that our differences can be celebrated and that we also have much in common! Beloved was my first book of hers. Not an easy read, but powerful and eye opening.
I read Where the Crawdads Sing (& loved it; reminded me of Pat Conroy’s works) before seeing stories about her time in Africa. It’s certainly interesting, to put it mildly. Here’s a more recent article about Owens & her possibly-ex husband from Slate. I believe it often references the article in The New Yorker. It’s crazy how sometimes we discover the real life of certain authors is more interesting than the books they wrote.
That interview with Toni Morrison is so powerful and deeply moving. I could also listen to her talk forever. What a mesmerizing voice she had. I’ve read a few of her books, but I never did get around to The Bluest Eye. Definitely need to pick that up. Rest in peace, Ms. Morrison.
Loved the interview with Toni Morrison, must read her work. R.I.P.
I love globes and maps too. I think they made me brainy and footsy.
Good tip on the Delsey brand. Even though I’m a minimalist traveler, my boyfriend is not.
What a great compilation of things to ponder. The Toni Morrison snippet really got me thinking about my own race and privilege — thank you for posting that.
I also LMAO’d re Robin Givhan’s pool party piece — I could not agree more! Pool parties are hell. If my boss suggested one for the office, I think I’d have to quit.
PS. I love globes! I still have the blue one from my childhood, and I clearly remember spinning it often and wondering where I’d go.
Laura Dick says
Thank you for your post. Thank you, thank you. Speaking out in support of diversity and respect is critical!!!
You’re amazing. You’re not my age or my body type, and yet you speak to me – and for me – in so many ways.