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7 essays, 1979 - 1983

Really loved this when I read it in my early thirties. In fact, I think I want to go back and read it again. ( )

Such an inclusive and intimate collection of essays from the Alice Walker of the 70s, where she relays her own childhood and life experiences as a Black girl and women to the racism and colourism of her days (which I feel is still relevant to now); and admires the survival of Black creativity and art, while mourning the lost works of art that had to lie dormant beneath the struggle to survive; and expounds the necessity for a continuity and history of Black artists for future Black artists, and an appreciation for what the Black art that did survive while acknowledging their own inherited subconscious biases.

Another thing I really appreciated is how frequently Walker champions and references Black writers throughout these essays. It was clear how important Walker felt that future Black writers should know the genealogy of the family tree of Black writers. If I recall correctly, Zora Neale Hurston is really only nowadays still in literary consciousness due to Walker's efforts, and it makes me despair how many ZNHs remain unacknowledged and forgotten.

Aside: Reading this collection also gave me an odd jarring experience when I remembered Walker's more recent anti-Semitism, when the Walker of 1983 actively denounced such abhorrent behaviour.

What happened in those thirty-odd years? Walker had already been divorced from her civil rights lawyer husband who was Jewish for some years pre-83 and also their daughter is Jewish. How do they feel about her spouting these personally hateful views? How do readers themselves feel when a writer who has brought the world such a beautiful shared experience engages in such public hate?

It seems no longer an option to separate the art from the artist, with the extra onus being put upon the reader to be constantly engaged, to acknowledge or maybe even justify, and perhaps eventually to pinpoint their own breaking point. There's no perfection in the art and the artist as one, nor should there be an expectation of it, but seeing as art itself doesn't happen in a vacuum, I feel it's better and more important to accept the artist as part and parcel of their art, than to separate and ignore. ( )

Really loved this when I read it in my early thirties. In fact, I think I want to go back and read it again. ( )