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morrison explained at last--in plain language!,
April 19, 2002
(If you'd like to check out Toni Morrison Explained on Amazon just click...) PARADISE Random House's first printing of my book made the book's signature chapter, on Morrison's novel Paradise, incomprehensible. Among other things, they put eight critical sidebars several pages before the text they referred to. I bitched; they fixed it. For those of you who bought the first version of the book -- and for anyone who would like to make sense of Morrison's misunderstood masterpiece -- I will soon set up a link between this page and Chapter 13, my book's explanation of Paradise, Toni Morrison's utterly brilliant and truly funny last novel...the way it should be. Random House took so long to publish the book that we decided to change the Author's Intro. The original Author's Intro, printed below, does a pretty good job of expressing the incredible excitement I felt. Author's Intro It seems impossible.
It couldn’t have happened.
But it did...
Toni Morrison is the most highly regarded author in America.
She has won both the Pulitzer and Nobel prizes.
She is the most in-demand, most quoted, interviewed, and adored
writer of our time. Paradise, Morrison’s
first novel since winning
the Nobel Prize in 1993, may have been the most eagerly awaited and
enthusiastically hyped novel of all time: THREE reviews in the New York
Times; the COVER of (and a
seven-page review and cover story in) Time magazine;
a five page review in the New Yorker—I’m sure you get the
picture. Within two weeks
of its publication, Paradise was given queen-sized reviews in virtually
every newspaper and weekly magazine in the country.
The only trouble is, the reviews were wrong. l If you find that
hard to believe, I don’t blame you.
I did too. But as
you will see, I have proven it. Why
am I writing this note? To
emphasize the point that the chapter on Paradise is the heart of this
book (it’s nearly twice as long as any other chapter). Instead of
making you wait until the last chapter to see what the book is about, I
wanted to give you a taste of the things critics overlooked; how
important those things are; and how I went about proving them wrong.
I wrote a letter to a friend to explain the same things.
This letter also communicates the way I felt a few minutes after
I had finished the chapter on Paradise.
The date was March 22, 1998.
It was around five in the morning, I was ecstatic, proud, out of
my mind with joy, spirituality, cheap thrills and far too excited to
sleep. So I wrote a
letter— Dear Glenn—
I’ve made some discoveries about Toni Morrison’s new novel
PARADISE that are so exciting I’m bouncing off the walls.
PARADISE is a drastically different book than any of the critics
say it is. I have over 20 reviews, including NY TIMES, NEW YORKER, TIME
and other big dudes. I can
show them to you right here and now, and prove to you in a few minutes
(even if you haven’t read the novel) that they have ALL misread and
misunderstood Toni Morrison’s novel as thoroughly as if they’d
reviewed a new movie of OTHELLO without noticing that it was by the
Three Stooges—and that by missing the humor and irony, they have taken
the book to mean almost the exact opposite of what it really does mean.
The critics had read Toni Morrison’s reputation instead of her
words because Morrison had used her Serious-as-a-Car-Wreck reputation to
make us go hmm, I thought it was “walking pneumonia,” but if Toni
says it’s “locking pneumonia,” then it must be “locking
pneumonia”; hmm, I thought that 158 freedmen went into Oklahoma, but
if Toni says right here that “all seventy-nine of them” left, I must
have been mistaken; hmm, if Toni says on the first page of the book that
you need a palm leaf cross and sunglasses to kill women, then you must
need a palm leaf cross and sunglasses to kill women?
hmmm, I was certain that there were five women in the convent,
but if Toni says on the first page of the book, that there were “nine
[men], “over twice the number of women”—nine is not “over
twice” five—I must have missed something, maybe one of the ladies
escaped or the men spared one of them or the best editors in the world
made a mistake on the first page of the most eagerly anticipated novel
of the decade!!...because the one thing that could NOT have happened is
that Toni Morrison could have turned into a Trickster Goddess who was
playing with us, jerking us around, planting “facts” that
contradicted each other, givings us twins with photographic memories who
said “locking pneumonia” and had 158 founders one day and
79 the next...and so on.
I realize that sounds impossible, but I repeat: I can prove it to
anyone within fifteen minutes even if they haven’t read the book.
I’d love to get the chapter on PARADISE published to get credit for
this. If you ask me, it’s
a lot more important than those shitty little skulls Louis Leaky found
after digging up half of Africa... l It is now a year
later. My book is at Random
House, due to be out in the Fall 1999.
Thrilled as I am, I can’t help imagining how it would have felt
to be the person who had shown bookpeople that Toni Morrison’s new
novel—which had been given a lukewarm, almost frightened,
reception—was actually one of the finest, most original, most
life-affirming novels written by anyone, ever?
It’s too late to be first so I guess I’ll have to settle for
trying to write the best book about Paradise. l Author’s Tip
#1: Feel free to skip
the bio. This book
doesn’t really fly until it gets to Toni Morrison’s novels.
Author’s Tip
#2: Writing a
book and having it published is a lot like having the greatest sex of
your life and having to wait a year for the orgasm. (PS: Make that two years.) v BELOVED
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