Have you ever been in a relationship so fierce, so intense, so wild it felt both dangerous and exciting?
As I read Beloved, I felt like I was battling the text and some unexplainable yearning within myself. I found an unmanageable lover in the words that fill these pages. If words were limbs, I would have found myself captivated, my limbs so perfectly fitting between the spaces of my literary lover. Yet, in the moments I was not completely captivated by the beauty of the words on the page, I found myself abused by the content. Sethe's story is deep, meaningful, poignant, but it hurts. It is a story that cuts deep. At times, I felt betrayed by what Morrison laid out before me. How could something so beautiful be so dark?
What else is there really to say? I feel that emptiness and longing I always feel when I have reached the cessation of a particularly moving book/novel. I am changed and as with relationships of the aforementioned nature I want what I felt, what consumed me back. I may not fully understand the power of the words in Beloved, or how they managed to take hold of me, refusing to let go, but I do know I would love to feel the power, and experience all of the abuse again. If only so I could dwell a little longer on it's beauty.