By James Baldwin
This was my first James Baldwin read and I definitely plan on reading many more. If I didn’t already know of Baldwin, I would have been surprised to find that this was written by a man. He did such a good job telling the story from the woman’s perspective.
I absolutely love the way he infuses humour in his writing. I also love the way he writes about love…
This is the kind of love I aspire to – the real kind. The kind that persists long after the honeymoon phase. Fonny and Tish’s confessions of love aren’t about tulips and roses but the recognition that no matter where you are or what is or isn’t going on; you are loved.
This probably isn’t news to you. We’re reminded of it every time a black man is stopped because his fancy car must be “stolen”. Or the store clerk follows you around the store because the only way you could possibly get anything in this luxurious store is if you stole it. Like many stories that celebrate black love in America, the stain and influence of racism is inescapable; this one is no different.
At the end of the book, Fonny is wrongfully imprisoned and he states his outlook in the quote above. I have my own thoughts on this but I’d like to know what you think. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Is there really a point to all suffering (even when unjust)?