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Their Eyes Were Watching God
by Zora Neale Hurston
I've had this on my "to read" shelf for an unseemly period of time, really, but I've always wanted to dip into Hurston. After reading this I'm convinced that she was robbed of a place at the table of what has been considered "classic" American literature.
Hurston's book follows the struggles, achievements, and heartbreaks of Janie Crawford. She is a young woman who continually pushes against the conventions that try to cage her, encountering extensive social scrutiny, heartbreak, and even danger along the way.
Hurston's world and characters feel more vivid and true than her fellow Americans Steinbeck and Faulkner (Faulkner a fellow Southerner), and probably not coincidentally...a lot more readable than some of theirs. Her illustrations of not only racial divisions but class divisions are keenly observed, adept and heartbreaking. At times I was reminded of Thomas Hardy, one of my favorites. She conjures an intimate sense of place and community that is fascinating to watch unfold.
Hurston's book follows the struggles, achievements, and heartbreaks of Janie Crawford. She is a young woman who continually pushes against the conventions that try to cage her, encountering extensive social scrutiny, heartbreak, and even danger along the way.
Hurston's world and characters feel more vivid and true than her fellow Americans Steinbeck and Faulkner (Faulkner a fellow Southerner), and probably not coincidentally...a lot more readable than some of theirs. Her illustrations of not only racial divisions but class divisions are keenly observed, adept and heartbreaking. At times I was reminded of Thomas Hardy, one of my favorites. She conjures an intimate sense of place and community that is fascinating to watch unfold.