*FREDERICK DOUGLASS A BOOK REVIEW. FREDERICK DOUGLASS, by SIDNEY MORRISON
Hawthorne Books & Literary Arts, hawthornebooks.com, Library of Congress Control Number 2023942521, First Edition, 2024.
Who on God’s green earth would want to write a book review of 665 page length. No, this is not a whiny teenager saying, “Do I have to read the whole thing?” This is from a writer of an older tone, but with the voice of a 35 year old. The answer is, “Me, baby, I’m going to write a review come hell or high water, despite the book’s length. This book blew the lid off my head!
Disclaimer; is that the right word? I have studied Literary Criticism, from Plato, and Coleridge, right on up to Sartre. My brain had not grown up to read in that capacity. Now, in the last chapters of my life my consciousness has given me that privilege.
Did I mention the book is heavy. The artwork by Diane Chonette Design is divine. This narrative is mighty, splendiferous, down to earth, realistically told, nuance filled in so that its words seem to nestle one right after another, like birds finding their spot on a branch.
Prologue 1844, Frederick Douglass has been a lecturer for three years. He was discovered by Garrison and other white abolitionists during an anti slavery convention on Nantucket Island. This accounting of his life had been told quite often in New England. Whites were always surprised. Where was his inarticulate speech? His dark skin? He had a bass-baritone voice, and besides extreme eloquence, a mob at this particular talk didn’t believe he was a former slave. A dark shadow of violence and mob voices and stomping feet had chased William Lloyd Garrison out of Boston. Three years later, The crowd filled with hatred suggesting lawlessness of a high order. Would Frederick Douglass be booted out of town?
By this time, the reader this narrative could be swallowed whole. But, I read this in patches of time. Each time I sat down, I fell into the language. The smoothness of it, as the author brought a real flesh and blood, intelligent, paradoxical, intense, inexplicable man to his pages. He would show the doubting crowd his scars to prove he had been a slave, and would be given a standing ovation.
From this point on, as a book reviewer, I wanted to reveal Morrison, the author’s, descriptions, and the details. That intent, however, was not realistic: imagine a 500 page book review. I tucked in my insanity and now I feel like a humble gnat but will share my take on Frederick Douglass, the man, the husband, the stubborn, the profound, the attractor of large crowds, the fearful black man escaping the south, fear and trembling within the culture. Think of walking into a door, an electronic sliding door. You see it, you see white people with luggage sliding through, and then you see a black man in that time arrive at that door, and it slams in front of his face. This is an aspect of the ethos revealed in Frederick Douglass, a Novel, by Sidney Morrison.
Sidney Morrison reveals Douglass’ intent to write an autobiography and inscribe in its pages names of family, masters, and plantations. He would not reveal the details of his escape, “All he had was his word.” (p.60) and the reader read the last sentence, “Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey Douglass had a book to write.”I was hooked. Such is the nobility and character of Frederick Douglass. 1836-1845 -Douglass loved his church choir and loved perhaps more the debates of the East Baltimore Improvement Society. He had 3 loves: singing, talking, but even more, arguing. At a gathering, he meets a cook and domestic servant, not a looker to use a present term. They will marry, and the plot thickens. She was not beautiful, not educated, but she was the key to a gate which enabled them to escape to the Northern cities.
He would make his escape, but he was very afraid. Anna, a freed slave was and will be invaluable. What’s more she’s tough and savvy. They will get to New York, and then Philadelphia where he would meet former slaves and whites. New Bedford was an ultimate destination.
New Bedford astonished him. “Negroes live here? They stayed with a man and wife, the Johnsons, the most successful merchants in New Bedford. They were black, and Nathan Johnson was the most prominent Negro in town, Mrs. Johnson taught Anna to cook as she had a thriving catering business. What times ensued would reveal a stubborn man, never kowtowing to white’s demands. Whites of both kinds: fascinated or angry.
Douglass reveals the innards of a man of tensile steel, and each chapter widens, as he meets many women, travels to London, argues with white antislavery men of prominence.
He will travel and speak a great deal. Abroad in England and Scotland the complicity of British churches that remained affiliated to American churches that continued to support slavery were taken to task by many speeches behind a lecturn.
He was gone a great deal from Anna, as she remained in their home in Bedford. She was illiterate; did not write to him, but behind the man Frederick Douglas, she was a pillar of certitude for him. They had many children, and the novel breathes passion, life and death struggles, always a mountain to climb every day. The Civil War, white superiority, a fabric invisible to the human eye, but blacks knew that fabric quite well. With these forces as a background, Douglass’ stubbornness would carry him ever forward. How did he maintain his strength?
This modest reviewer finds Frederick Douglass, a novel by Sidney Morrison, a masterpiece of telling and showing. All of the characters well. If I were on the Pulitzer Board, I’d nail this novel to the wall in a large hallway. Do you catch my drift? Readers, this is a must for all of our generations. I feel a depth of deep gratitude to its author. May the name of Frederick Douglass be shouted out over our lands for the ever arching future we will enter.
Esther Bradley-DeTally