The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

No better answer than Toni Morrison’s on her purpose of writing The Bluest Eye. “If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” There’s no better way than the joy and solitude of reading as a writer’s way in – to creating stories absolved of superficial peripheries.

The Bluest Eye, which retains a strong taste of Toni Morrison’s own life, is a book of painstaking and contemplative courage. The book is about a girl’s understanding of the delicate and uncertain standards of beauty. She questions the recesses of her mind to go on living and make life worthy of living – only if she could possess the bluest of eyes.

Life is composed of opposites; love and hate, joy and sadness, kindness, and hostility. Toni Morrison’s writing extends this very parable of life into another, perhaps a more devastating sphere, which is passion and apathy. The Bluest Eye is one of the best thought-provoking books I’ve read by a female writer. And if you refuse to read because it seems too “womanly” for your supposed “masculine” tastes in literature, you are the reason why such books exist.

Toni Morrison’s writing provokes anger based on the culture that raises young kids. That leaves them to their own devices to define what it feels to be human. That it’s not enough to be grateful to have living parents when they strip you of not only theirs but of your own identity; the right to keep, to mold, and to define what is truly yours.

The people in the book are not just characters bound by fictive boundaries. Each has its own unique voice; they’re all joined together at the intersection of their history and the devastating writing and living of it. The present meshes together with the past which, like hot lava, spews out on the pages of the book. It’s devastating and heartbreaking and you’re not supposed to look away. Morrison’s powerful writing refuses to grant you that privilege.