“We die,” she said. “That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.”
The language in her novels sounded like no other novel I had ever read.
It made me understand why at such a young age I had felt that this was not my country and why when I sat down
at a table with white people to eat dinner, it always felt like a mistake to me ("Tar Baby").
I began reading Toni Morrison’s novels many years ago and slowly circled through them all.
When I came to the last one I began reading them again.
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