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Toni Morrison
Tar Baby
Alfred A. Knopf 1987
First Edition
Price $26.99
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FIRST EDITION, FIRST PRINTING New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1987. Hardcover 275 pp. Book Condition: Very Good. Dust Jacket Condition: Good-. Stated “First Trade Edition” on the copyright page. Price clipped. Back panel of the dust jacket repaired with a tape. Light shelf-wear and rubbing to extremities. Owner's bookplate on paste-down. Small water stain on the top of the back panel of dj. Overall: very good/good- copy.
Toni Morrison--author of Song of Solomon and Tar Baby --is a writer of remarkable powers: her novels, brilliantly acclaimed for their passion, their dazzling language and their lyric and emotional force, combine the unassailable truths of experience and emotion with the vision of legend and imagination. It is the story--set in post-Civil War Ohio--of Sethe, an escaped slave who has risked death in order to wrench herself from a living death; who has lost a husband and buried a child; who has borne the unthinkable and not gone mad: a woman of "iron eyes and backbone to match." Sethe lives in a small house on the edge of town with her daughter, Denver, her mother-in-law, Baby Suggs, and a disturbing, mesmerizing intruder who calls herself Beloved. Sethe works at "beating back the past," but it is alive in all of them. It keeps Denver fearful of straying from the house. It fuels the sadness that has settled into Baby Suggs' "desolated center where the self that was no self made its home." And to Sethe, the past makes itself heard and felt incessantly: in memories that both haunt and soothe her...in the arrival of Paul D ("There was something blessed in his manner. Women saw him and wanted to weep"), one of her fellow slaves on the farm where she had once been kept...in the vivid and painfully cathartic stories she and Paul D tell each other of their years in captivity, of their glimpses of freedom...and, most powerfully, in the apparition of Beloved, whose eyes are expressionless at their deepest point, whose doomed childhood belongs to the hideous log
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