REVIEW: The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

Audio CD, 3 disks (3 hours)

Published April 13th 2000 by Random House Audio (first published 1970)
ISBN: 0375416536 (ISBN13: 9780375416538)
primary language: English
original title: The Bluest Eye
4.5 stars overall / 4.5 stars audio narration

Goodreads Synopsis:
Oprah Book Club® Selection, April 2000: Originally published in 1970, The Bluest Eye is Toni Morrison’s first novel. In an afterword written more than two decades later, the author expressed her dissatisfaction with the book’s language and structure: “It required a sophistication unavailable to me.” Perhaps we can chalk up this verdict to modesty, or to the Nobel laureate’s impossibly high standards of quality control. In any case, her debut is nothing if not sophisticated, in terms of both narrative ingenuity and rhetorical sweep. It also shows the young author drawing a bead on the subjects that would dominate much of her career: racial hatred, historical memory, and the dazzling or degrading power of language itself.
Set in Lorain, Ohio, in 1941, The Bluest Eye is something of an ensemble piece. The point of view is passed like a baton from one character to the next, with Morrison’s own voice functioning as a kind of gold standard throughout. The focus, though, is on an 11-year-old black girl named Pecola Breedlove, whose entire family has been given a cosmetic cross to bear:

You looked at them and wondered why they were so ugly; you looked closely and could not find the source. Then you realized that it came from conviction, their conviction. It was as though some mysterious all-knowing master had given each one a cloak of ugliness to wear, and they had each accepted it without question…. And they took the ugliness in their hands, threw it as a mantle over them, and went about the world with it.

There are far uglier things in the world than, well, ugliness, and poor Pecola is subjected to most of them. She’s spat upon, ridiculed, and ultimately raped and impregnated by her own father. No wonder she yearns to be the very opposite of what she is–yearns, in other words, to be a white child, possessed of the blondest hair and the bluest eye. This vein of self-hatred is exactly what keeps Morrison’s novel from devolving into a cut-and-dried scenario of victimization. She may in fact pin too much of the blame on the beauty myth: “Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another–physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.” Yet the destructive power of these ideas is essentially colorblind, which gives The Bluest Eye the sort of universal reach that Morrison’s imitators can only dream of. And that, combined with the novel’s modulated pathos and musical, fine-grained language, makes for not merely a sophisticated debut but a permanent one. –James Marcus

My Thoughts:
This is such a desperately sad book, and the brutality of what happens throughout nearly made me sick to my stomach. It’s almost unfathomable that people can exist in environments like this…and worse. Morrison has starkly & superbly illustrated how, when someone is consistently told they are nothing, treated like nothing, or otherwise completely devalued, the outcome is very often a self-fulfilled prophecy. As brilliantly as this book is written – and it is brilliant – the subject matter is almost too brutal to bear, and yet engrossing in its desperateness. This is the second time around for me – listening this time – and it’s as powerful now as it was the first time I read it. Ruby Dee does a spectacular job of voicing the characters appropriately, and the result is linguistically beautiful and heart wrenching.

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