FT : The Grand Old Dame Speaks
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Her novels cover the great themes of human existence – love, betrayal, race, slavery. Margaret Atwood calls her one of the pre-eminent American novelists of all time; Chinua Achebe praises her courage for asking the most haunting questions in black history. She is studied in schools and universities across the US and is that rare thing in the literary world: both critically acclaimed and read by millions. Today, though, Toni Morrison wants to talk about her hip: “I’ve been walking like the hunchback of Notre Dame,” says the 77-year-old in her soft, deep voice. “Thing is, I’m a total shoe freak, I buy them everywhere.”…..Many writers of Morrison’s generation are tackling the subject of ageing – Philip Roth (75), Gabriel García Márquez (81) and David Lodge (73) are recent examples. Given her hip trouble, is she tempted? “I’m not. Even my editor said, ‘But Toni, we die.’ Not being around doesn’t bother me – except that I’d miss my grandsons.” We are lunching in Princeton, where Morrison is Robert F Goheen professor in the humanities…..Even in casual conversation Morrison measures the weight of her words and images – her assistant’s car is “blood red”; winning the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1993 introduced “that other gaze” to her writing; as she tells stories she recreates her interactions with people and repeatedly uses her own name. In her prose, she says she feels the music so strongly that when she heard actors emphasise the “wrong” words in audio versions of her books, she decided to record them herself. “You rely on a sentence to say more than the denotation and the connotation; you revel in the smoke that the words send up,” she explains. We are here to discuss A Mercy, Morrison’s first book for five years, which introduces Florens, a young girl with “the hands of a slave and the feet of a Portuguese lady”, sold to a passing trader to pay off a debt. Set in 1680s America, in the early years of slavery, the novel follows a small community – black and white, indentured and free – driven apart by religion, prejudice and brutality, though not race…..
Though Morrison’s novels all grapple with oppression, she says she never wanted to be the voice of the African-American community: “I thought I was writing about what I was interested in. No one comments when a white person writes about a white person.” Attempts to marginalise her have failed; Morrison’s novels have a mass appeal that is perhaps surprising, given that her books are anything but easy reading. The narrative seeps through the prose and can be hard to follow; you often have to read pages, even whole sections, again; the writing has a beautiful, slow rhythm but this also makes it hard to break out of to read faster. Morrison smiles: “Readers say, ‘Your books are so hard’; I say, ‘I have no words in there you don’t understand.’”…..The world has changed since she started writing, she says. For the young today race is a battle already won: “Young people are not interested in that racism stuff. They fall asleep as soon as you start talking.” So how does that make her feel? “Good, good,” she laughs and slaps the table. “That is what they are supposed to do. They don’t want to hear about that and they don’t care.” She enjoys the punchline so much she repeats it…..In 1958 she married Harold Morrison, a Jamaican architect whose name adorns her books. They divorced six years later and she never remarried. Previously unflappable, Morrison gesticulates as she talks. “People say, ‘Do you live alone?’ Or, ‘You raised your children alone.’ And I say, ‘I was never alone.’” Only recently has she become the sole occupant of her house: “I had a family, I’ve got sisters and brothers, my mother was alive and this, that and the other.” Nevertheless, the theme of desertion and solitude is evident throughout her fiction. This is a reflection of American history as a whole, she says, which is defined by the immigrant experience, the lack of a motherland. “There is a sense of loneliness, deep loneliness in so much American fiction and life, like something has been taken away.”…..