Sunday, March 29, 2009

HOW MANY?

HOW MANY FRITZL’S ARE OUT THERE PREYING ON THEIR DAUGHTERS?

What of the daughters? Who is to protect them when their mothers are too weak and terrified to stand up for them? Could it be love that blinds these mothers from seeing the monsters who sleep next to them at night? Is it helplessness? Are they co-conspirators in such crimes?

What of the children born out of such violations? Born to witness violence, ugliness and weakness? Should such fathers be called animals? But what animal rapes? Do animals rape each other? Should they growl and take offence on being equated to rapists?

How many are they? These things in the form of men? These things with inhuman thoughts and plots for their own flesh and blood? What have the girls done wrong to deserve such heavy punishment?

These are the questions that came to mind when I read that yet another man and his son have been busy raping their own flesh and blood for decades. It is nauseating to read these stories that are far stranger than the fiction we use to make sense our realities. It churns my stomach, it is beyond sick.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Reading "A Mercy" by Toni Morrison

I am reading and trying to understand "A Mercy" by Toni Morrison. There seems to be layer after layer of meaning that is illusive in this narrative. It's always the case with Morrison's works of genious.

I find myself reading ten pages and having to go back again to see if I missed something. Slavery without racisms or is it is without? There is a Portugese trader who sells Angolans, a young slave girl's hunger for love and approval, and a freed black blacksmith who confidently looks at Europeans in the eyes. It seems to me race still plays a large part although Morrison maintains a point of departure from race in this novel. It is a fascinating but complicated read.

So far I like the character of Lina the most because she seems to be very clear when it comes to why she has chosen to stay out of the misery of belonging to some man. She did once but what she learnt was her own limits. She says: "I will walk behind. I will clean up after. I will not be thrashed. No"

Perhaps when I finally get to the end of it, I will have gained some understanding. I should be done soon because after that I am keen to get to the "Lost Colours of the Chameleon"