Kindle Notes & Highlights
Cute, but really a juvenile story as the introduction explains. And honestly, her having a penchant for women probably only affects her character choice, and not the choices of the characters.
"At least he didn't get rhinestone rims," thought John half-thought didn't think felt faint and aloud said nothing.
what is this, I don’t even
He wondered vaguely with a sick feeling in his stomach should he think it through then then think it through right then through should he try then and think it through should without blacking through think blacking out then and there think it through?
Derp.
Care about such what things didn't care about what?
Derp-a-herp.
based on the story of Ruth:
Subtle
effect
This, he kept repeating to himself, is the Negro renaissance, and this is about all the whole damn thing is going to amount to.
That races require alcohol and an orgy to mix is a pretty damning condemnation.
It is going to be necessary, he thought, to have another emancipation to deliver the emancipated Negro from a new kind of slavery.
The slavery of freedom. Sounds like a post-hippie yuppie.
the light
Gaslight
blew a cloud of smoke.. .it was growing dark now...and the smoke no longer had a ladder to climb.. .but soon the moon would rise and then he would clothe the silver moon in blue smoke garments... truly smoke was like imagination.........
but if ever he were to voice that thought... express it...he would be misunderstood.. .a fine feeling that... to be misunderstood.., it made him feel tragic and great... but may be it would be nicer to he understood... but no...no great artist is...then again neither were fools... they were strangely akin these two...
the night was so blue...how does blue feel... or red or gold or any other color.. .if colors could he heard he could paint most wondrous tunes... symphonious... think... the dulcet clear tone of a blue like night... of it red like pomegranate juice...like Edith's lips ...of the fairy tones to be heard in a sunset... like rubies shaken in a crystal cup...of the symphony of Fania...and silver... and gold ...he had heard the sound of gold.. .but they weren't the sounds he wanted to catch ...no...they must be liquid... not so staccato but flowing variations of the same caliber...
I wonder how strongly he experienced synaesthesia.
the night was so blue...how does blue feel... or red or gold or any other color.. .if colors could he heard he could paint most wondrous tunes... symphonious... think... the dulcet clear tone of a blue like night... of it red like pomegranate juice...like Edith's lips ...of the fairy tones to be heard in a sunset... like rubies shaken in a crystal cup...of the symphony of Fania...and silver... and gold ...he had heard the sound of gold.. .but they weren't the sounds he wanted to catch ...no...they must be liquid... not so staccato but flowing variations of the same caliber...
This is synaesthesia
to wear a long black cape... very full and lined with vermilion... to have many cushions and to lie there among them... talking to his friends.. .lie there in a yellow silk shirt and black velvet trousers...
Lilies
Fabulous.
Soul on he
like natalie, an adolescent story, but because not self-contained, leaves questions and characters under-developed and somehow, the character, though younger, seems more mature.
A pervert substitutes something unattainable for 'normal' love: the homosexual, a minor, the fetishist, a shoe or a watch or a girdle.
With her focus on Barry, Blackwomon speaks to the ways in which coming out of the closet is more than just a "gay thing."
Which I think it what makes this story all the better. It’s not really about her, it’s about him, his confusion, reluctance, anger, despair, hope. He has to come out—of the idea that the woman he knows today is the woman he married, she’s not. People change.
