pillows for two

Finally something that I can grab hold of. Morrison’s words flow so beautifully and captivate me in a way that I can actually enjoy. The view of the City through the eyes of the narrator is a New York I feel as though I am experiencing right now and first felt when I began my life here.

“Nobody says it pretty here; nobody says its easy either…the City can’t hurt you. Where you pop the cork and put the cold glass mouth right up to your own. Where you can find danger or be in it; where you can fight til you drop and smile at the knife when it misses and when it doesn’t.”

The City is what you make of it. It can be a million different things at once if you want it to be. I love how Morrison allows the reader to embrace the emotions of each character and their relation to the affair that they all have been sucked into. For some reason I really love Violet. Just the image of her sitting in the middle of the street. Stopping time because she doesn’t know what else to do anymore. I feel sympathetic towards her but at the same time I do not. She wanted so badly to escape the small town life and pushed herself to get the man she had chosen and he morphed into a million different men. Cradling a baby every night because no one will hold you anymore. Rushing into a funeral like a mad woman, like that Violet, in hopes that Joe will notice her. She questions her weakness and who she has become. Who they have all become since beginning a lifetime in a City that allows you to decide for yourself. `And it makes me wonder what will happen to me after I start feeling completely comfortable here. When I have learned the street plans and wont let the City hurt me. Will I fall apart and become weak?  I am already seeing what this place can do to a person, and I am sure it has done something ot me and someone sees it in their eyes. I just don’t want to lose myself in it. I still want the Southern parts of my lower being to be there when im left alone.

(some of the imagery in this book is so inspirational)