Echoes of Beloved.
Out of the rich, black earth, rises a Modern Southern Gothic story that took me two days to read.
“This is the kind of world that makes fools of the living and wants of them once they dead, and devils them throughout.”
I picked this up at the end of Dewey’s 24-hour readathon, I was feeling tired and coming down with a viral thing that just won’t go away. And I made more tea, buckled down and forced myself to stay awake and read it because it was so good.
It’s told from multiple perspectives, Jojo, a 13-year-old boy, his mother, who struggles with substance abuse and often sees ghosts, and then others.
Ward gives Leonie, Jojo’s mother, her own voice. It gives such an authenticity to the experience of a drug addict. The true self-centredness, the matter-of-fact way she ignores so many other important aspects in her life. We can see how that cripples her — and she’s totally aware of it — but refuses to look it in the eyes.
Her dialogue is so good because it’s so simple. She hangs truths in the air and doesn’t touch them after that.
“You was the only daddy I ever knew. I need to know why you left me.”
I did feel a slight change in tone once the ghost characters became more prominent but I like magical realism a lot, so it didn’t bother me at all. I didn’t like the change in tone so much, but it did grow on me as time went on, so it was just a matter of adjusting to the flow of the story.
What I loved most about this book, and what I love most about a lot of African American literature / black lit / soul lit is that it ties the past, the present and the future together so seamlessly and lets all of the colours run. Black, red, blue, all back into the earth. It’s interesting, because I’m currently reading Up From Slavery by Booker T. Washington, who talks of this same rich soil, and how the formerly enslaved South only knew how to grow cotton there. He starts a school, starts a garden, (among many other things!), and talks about how fertile the earth is, just like the minds of his students, of their opportunities.
So it was interesting to hear Ward talk about it too, but in a different way.
The motif of touch in this novel is fascinating, reoccurring and totally beautiful, especially when you consider how the ghosts that visit certain characters cannot touch them.
Sing Unburied Sing is what happens when Ward decides to tell you a story, knowing the end will hurt, knowing perhaps you won’t be ready for it, but knowing you’ll need to hear it anyway, because it will heal the person the story was written for.
Redemption can be an ugly thing. While we heal, we still feel pain.
We can’t pick our pasts. And sometimes, we can’t even pick our legacies.
But let’s hope there’s love in between.
Distinct style. Three narrators, two of them children, all of them childish (and the same character) , spoiled the book for me. No real story.
11-year-old Jojo is the main caretaker of his toddler sister Kayla. His white father has been in prison for three years, and now his struggling, drug addicted mother forces him to go with her to pick up Michael as he gets released. Jojo's strength and grounding come from his maternal, African American grandparents, who have been raising him a good part of his life. Jojo also a sixth sense that allows him to understand the unspoken language of animals and people. But he is unnerved when he is visited by ghosts from the past. The brutalizing legacy of slavery shows its ugly face in this difficult story. There is gross injustice in this story,but also deep love and hope.
Unbeatable liteary style. Author writes in the dialect and cadence of the characters and their disposition, which happens to be Southern black and struggling with poverty and survival in a mixed race relationship with father in prison, and drug addicted mother. This portrayal is done beautifully and with grit. Ward throws in a couple etherial characters which, for me, interrupted the storyline. Definitely a story to chew on.
An amazingly haunted tale. It was vivid and I found myself at the end like little Kayla asking, "Jojo?" Wonderful Southern Geechee-like tale!
A moving story, beautifully written. One cannot ignore or discount the legacy of slavery and our history of terrible discrimination after reading this. Love, nurturing, and dysfunction within a multi-generational family give this book its heart.
I really enjoyed this book, and could not put it down, despite the content. It made me uncomfortable, (but isn't that what great literature does at times? Makes us uncomfortable!) It is a hard book to recommend, but I highly recommend it.
This was one of the most difficult books I have read recently and also one of the best. With lyrical prose and incredible insight the authors links the ghosts of our racist past with the desperation of a present day dysfunctional family, literal ghosts. She touches on the power of the sibling bond, the unconditional love grandparents have for their grandchildren, the mother- daughter bond, an imperfect mother who can't put her children's need above her own, and a interracial marriage in the south, and evil of the jim crow south. I can't praise this book enough
This was such a tense read. I found myself so absorbed in the characters and what was happening to them. This was also so hauntingly written that I was glued to each word. It makes a lot of sense as to why this book won the National Book Award for 2017. If you want to read something full of tension, that moves so quickly, and written so beautifully, this is worth checking out.
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