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The Source of Self-Regard: Selected Essays, Speeches, and Meditations
Toni Morrison
4.33 AVERAGE
287 reviews for:
The Source of Self-Regard: Selected Essays, Speeches, and Meditations
Toni Morrison
4.33 AVERAGE
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Salvo los detalles históricos interesantes y mínimos , por ejemplo los referentes a la esclavitud o a la historia americana, en general me resultó carente de todo interés. Nunca había leído a Morrison y creo que no voy a leer mucho más. Es repetitivo, muchos ensayos contienen párrafos casi idénticos y tuve la sensación que se quedó sin tema para hablar en la página 100 de 450. No hay citaciones ni respaldo académico consistente. Parece un libro de autoayuda. Quiero creer que los libros que le hicieron ganar el Nóbel son ampliamente superiores y simplemente elegí mal.
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It took me a very long time to read this, and I in some ways I am unhappy that I chose to read this like an average book rather than as an academic starting point. It's just amazing, and it's one of those reads where I finished and I can't wait until I get to read it again and digest it anew. Morrison is phenomenal, and these nonfiction essays show the core of her voice, her imaginative capacities, and, above all else, her politics-- displayed so cleary in each and every page.
I started this read after Lawrie Balfour came to speak at my school, and I think she's right in her reflections on the question of freedom, and on language. It's what binds all of Morrison's texts together, creating a firm foundation in the modern political struggle of not only what freedom means, but what it means to imagine it (and, subsequently, what that requires of us, the readers). Communication stands central to the meanings of freedom and unfreedom, as Morrison reveals, and it seems as if art- in all of its sensibilities- may have the capacity to free us. Yet, at the same time, art is continuously a project of misunderstanding, inherent in it's meaning in any society and form it exists within. We are bound to misunderstand art, we are bound to misunderstand each other. While it is a testament to the profound experience of living, it is also where (un)freedom manifests. I could keep talking about this, but I feel it would be utterly useless for a mere review in Storygraph. I can't wait to read some of these stories again, and to read them in the ways they ought to be read: slowly and in community.
I started this read after Lawrie Balfour came to speak at my school, and I think she's right in her reflections on the question of freedom, and on language. It's what binds all of Morrison's texts together, creating a firm foundation in the modern political struggle of not only what freedom means, but what it means to imagine it (and, subsequently, what that requires of us, the readers). Communication stands central to the meanings of freedom and unfreedom, as Morrison reveals, and it seems as if art- in all of its sensibilities- may have the capacity to free us. Yet, at the same time, art is continuously a project of misunderstanding, inherent in it's meaning in any society and form it exists within. We are bound to misunderstand art, we are bound to misunderstand each other. While it is a testament to the profound experience of living, it is also where (un)freedom manifests. I could keep talking about this, but I feel it would be utterly useless for a mere review in Storygraph. I can't wait to read some of these stories again, and to read them in the ways they ought to be read: slowly and in community.
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Content Warnings
Moderate: Child death, Death, Racism, Sexism, Slavery, War
Minor: Abortion
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I found this book frustrating, as while the pieces were interesting on their own, a lot of them were different versions of the same things. I found myself reading literally the same text over and over in different essays. Perhaps this was meant to show the iterative process of writing? If so, I wish that had been made clearer.
Grieving the loss of Toni Morrison again and again
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