A collection of Zora Neale Hurston’s non-fiction that spans almost forty years, including many pieces out of print since their original publication and others that never saw the light of day. It’s clear from reading these that Hurston was deeply invested in promoting Black agency, refusing/resisting the “white gaze” or what she considered a "victim" label that she saw as a particularly insidious form of racism. Here are news pieces, reviews, and opinion pieces. Many stemming from Hurston’s insistence on recognition for Black culture in all its forms from genres like jazz through to preaching from pulpits in Black churches - connecting to her attempts to build a case for a Black aesthetic in a variety of contexts, and art forms, focusing on language, literature and music from blues to spirituals. Hurston draws extensively on folklore, oral histories of the last years of slavery and a variety of Black cultural output including her own fiction, often mobilising her background in anthropology. The strongest entries showcase Hurston's skill and versatility, her voice ranging from deceptively direct, forceful, astute to warm, funny or wonderfully scathing.
It’s a fascinating collection, both in what it reveals about Hurston, and about the turbulent times she witnessed and chronicled. Some essays are surprisingly pertinent even now: her thoughts on cultural appropriation of Black art forms; her ideas about stereotyping; concerns about the limitations placed on Black authors by white publishers, all too often calling for work that highlighted themes of racial tension or sociological conflict from passing to Black characters whose struggles suggest “a forlorn pacing of a cage barred by racial hatred.” Although Hurston’s also taking a less-than-subtle dig at the critics and authors who responded negatively to her own fiction which didn’t fit with the rise of more socially conscious narratives from authors like Richard Wright and Ralph Ellison. Where Hurston wonders are the novels of everyday Black existence? The Black dentists and insurance officials, the average people striving to get on with their lives outside of the constraints of white society?
But some of these, her writing on “noses” for example, are less successful, disquieting even. And many highlight Hurston’s increasingly, sometimes deeply, conservative beliefs: her conventional perspectives on gender roles; her Republican politics, her scorn for so-called “Pinkos” and “Commies” that suggest a sympathy for elements of the McCarthyism of the time. She dislikes the NAACP, and rails against the desegregation of schools, partly because she sees no reason for mixing with white communities and all the prejudice and racism that may entail. Although, apparently, her segregationist stance attracted support from white political groups who resisted integration for rather more sinister reasons. After reading some of these, I had a much better understanding of why Hurston was frequently ostracised by many of her peers, marked out as contrary or just plain cantankerous. But, of course, her outspoken, opinionated stance on social, cultural, and political issues was also her trademark, what makes her work so compulsively readable. The selection’s rounded off with a series of news stories that showcases Hurston's talents, her reporting of the Ruby McCollum case from 1952, a Black woman who admitted to killing a prominent white physician, who may or may not have fathered one of her children. Hurston’s approach foreshadows elements of the “new journalism” to come: a tangled but highly effective mix of fact and personal reaction, interviews, observations and imaginative story-telling. These are cinematic, sometimes melodramatic, but never less than gripping.
The book’s meticulously edited by Henry Louis Gates Jr and Genevieve West, compiled after extensive archival searches and investigations, it comes with a comprehensive introduction, useful background notes and documentation – my only quibble is that I’d have liked the dates and publication details for each entry placed next to it, so I had a clearer idea of origins, date of publication without having to scrabble about in the endnotes.
Thanks to Netgalley and publisher HQ, imprint of HarperCollins for an arc
Rating: 3.5