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Toni Morrison

This show is a rebroadcast from May 11, 2012.

Nobel laureate Toni Morrison joins us to talk race, war, redemption and her new book, “Home.”

A 2012 photo released by Alfred A. Knopf,  shows author Toni Morrison.  As she gets older, Morrison says, the world becomes more interesting and more distressing.  (AP)

A 2012 photo released by Alfred A. Knopf, shows author Toni Morrison. As she gets older, Morrison says, the world becomes more interesting and more distressing. (AP)

Nobel prize-winning American writer Toni Morrison has spent a lifetime figuring, weighing, dissecting the cost of race and racism in America. As a girl growing up in Ohio and in college days because she had to. She’s 81 now.

It was plainly dangerous not to pay attention in those pre-civil rights days. As a celebrated writer – author of The Bluest Eye, Song of Solomon, Beloved and many more – because there were stories that needed telling. Her latest novel, just out, takes us to the 1950s. It may be Mad Men glamour on TV, but not where Toni Morrison looks.

This hour, On Point: American writer, Toni Morrison.

-Tom Ashbrook

Guests

Toni Morrison, Nobel laureate and author of the new book Home.

From Tom’s Reading List

Detroit Free Press “The Hudson River extends from the back of Toni Morrison’s house, illuminated and infinite, undimmed by an unseasonably drab spring afternoon.”

USA Today “Her 10th novel, Home released Tuesday, features an angry and troubled black Korean War veteran in the 1950s. It’s set mostly in Georgia, where Morrison has never lived. But it’s brought her from her home in New York back to Ohio, where she was born and raised.”

Washington Post “At just 145 pages, this little book about a Korean War vet doesn’t boast the Gothic swell of her masterpiece, “Beloved” (1987), or the luxurious surrealism of her most recent novel, “A Mercy” (2008). But the diminutive size and straightforward style of “Home” are deceptive. This scarily quiet tale packs all the thundering themes Morrison has explored before. She’s never been more concise, though, and that restraint demonstrates the full range of her power.”

Excerpt: Home

HOME by Toni Morrison

Chapter One

They rose up like men. We saw them. Like men they stood.

We shouldn’t have been anywhere near that place. Like most farmland outside Lotus, Georgia, this one here had plenty of scary warning signs. The threats hung from wire mesh fences with wooden stakes every fifty or so feet. But when we saw a crawl space that some animal had dug—a coyote maybe, or a coon dog—we couldn’t resist. Just kids we were. The grass was shoulder high for her and waist high for me so, looking out for snakes, we crawled through it on our bellies. The reward was worth the harm grass juice and clouds of gnats did to our eyes, because there right in front of us, about fifty yards off, they stood like men. Their raised hooves crashing and striking, their manes tossing back from wild white eyes. They bit each other like dogs but when they stood, reared up on their hind legs, their forelegs around the withers of the other, we held our breath in wonder. One was rust-colored, the other deep black, both sunny with sweat. The neighs were not as frightening as the silence following a kick of hind legs into the lifted lips of the opponent. Nearby, colts and mares, indifferent, nibbled grass or looked away. Then it stopped. The rust-colored one dropped his head and pawed the ground while the winner loped off in an arc, nudging the mares before him.

As we elbowed back through the grass looking for the dug-out place, avoiding the line of parked trucks beyond, we lost our way. Although it took forever to re-sight the fence, neither of us panicked until we heard voices, urgent but low. I grabbed her arm and put a finger to my lips. Never lifting our heads, just peeping through the grass, we saw them pull a body from a wheelbarrow and throw it into a hole already waiting. One foot stuck up over the edge and quivered, as though it could get out, as though with a little effort it could break through the dirt being shoveled in. We could not see the faces of the men doing the burying, only their trousers; but we saw the edge of a spade drive the jerking foot down to join the rest of itself. When she saw that black foot with its creamy pink and mud-streaked sole being whacked into the grave, her whole body began to shake. I hugged her shoulders tight and tried to pull her trembling into my own bones because, as a brother four years older, I thought I could handle it. The men were long gone and the moon was a cantaloupe by the time we felt safe enough to disturb even one blade of grass and move on our stomachs, searching for the scooped-out part under the fence. When we got home we expected to be whipped or at least scolded for staying out so late, but the grown-ups did not notice us. Some disturbance had their attention.

Since you’re set on telling my story, whatever you think and whatever you write down, know this: I really forgot about the burial. I only remembered the horses. They were so beautiful. So brutal. And they stood like men.

Excerpted from HOME by Toni Morrison. Copyright © 2012 by Toni Morrison. Excerpted by permission of Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • JobExperience

    Though you’re not a child trespassing under a fence you’re aware of the same kind of violence permeating American society. How do you feel when a low-intellect White man is visbly armed in line behind you at the Target checkout? This is a sick society of intimidation with the resultant quiesscence and knowing apathetic resignation. We know what we should say and do but can’t because we’ve seen others ruined, brutalized or shot down when seeking justice and fairness. Big government does not fear the right wing nihilists but promotes and uses armed bullies against those who would question the bribes, the bailouts and rapacious business profits (for the 1%) as usual. Think how once a veteran comes out for peace that person no longer enjoys corporate approval, but is the first target of police and the security state. Think how Wayne LaPierre one week celebrates violent video games as a sales tool promoting “shooting sports” among youth and two weeks later condemns the same media as the primary cause of shooting sprees.

    • Oregon Smitty

      I think you missed a couple of pathetic left wing buttons…

  • Oregon Smitty

    Oh my goodness, will this generation of old black lady writers  simply stagger in to our foggy memories and free us from these wheezes about race? Enough ….  or perhaps they could attempt real writing and tackle the holocaust 

    • Kevin McDevitt

      Bad news. Race is still a big issue in our society. Sorry OS.

    • http://pulse.yahoo.com/_B5G5HP5AQ4WNLJN5JWSSW3RCIM victorb

      Why is the German Jewish holocaust more worthy to be written about than the American Black holocaust? And do you have a similar beef with the myriad of old White lady or old white gentleman writers? Or is it simply those whom you believe ought to be silent that cause you offense. Perhaps you prefer hearing about the German race problem more than the American one because the latter implies a degree of moral censure upon the country in which you live, while the German holocaust allows you to affect moral outrage at another. In other words, if you don’t mind me saying so, you sound very much like the stereotypical old White man who can’t bear to hear American history rendered accurately because it tends to impair his deluded perspective on America as the unblemished summit of human morality.

      • http://www.facebook.com/hubert.smith.391 Hubert Smith

        Yeah, you’re probably right.

  • Mike_Card

    The past is infinite?  I’d think most would say the future is infinite, the past is defined.

  • http://www.facebook.com/hubert.smith.391 Hubert Smith

    Keep the pocket money flowing to the race hustlers!!!!!

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