Beloved

乌英格

The whole story is a complete horror story. However, the scariest isn’t the ghost part; instead, it’s the real living conditions of black slaves during that time. Author vividly described the horrible situation and black people’s desperation in it, and how they yearned for freedom. The story is so alive that I had to look up dictionary frequently to understand the true meaning of words and phrases.
The irony of the story is Sethe killed her beloved daughter to avoid her daughter following her miserable life path as a female slave. The characters’ desperation makes me want to know what really happened to black slaves during that period in history. How blacks escaped from farmland in the south to free state in the north, what historical events were related and what political policies were related etc become really fascinating to me.

王文杰

"You are my face, I am you. Why did you leave this is my expression of your" high stream of consciousnes, all kinds of memories and images crisscrossed, those floating on the water of the corpse wrapped in a collar around the neck of the man 's back appear alternately, bring great tension to the article. Seeing here, I kind of understand that the darling is both the dead baby, the mother of sethe, the sethe herself, and Paul D. She is actually the traumatic history of all African-Americans, the living memory that Gilroy refers to in his book.
On the one hand, her resurrection is the challenge of African religion ( mostly reincarnation ) to Christianity ( no reincarnation ), and it is also the eternal soul of African American historical trauma. Morrison makes a concrete representation of the repetition of trauma through this soul-returning story. Perhaps darling does not exist, or she exists in the depths of the soul of each African, in countless dark midnight constantly dream back.
The novel finally wrote : ' One hundred and twenty-four behind the stream, her footprints come and go, go and come. They are so familiar. Whether it is a child or an adult, it will be appropriate to put your feet in. Pull out their feet, they will disappear again, as if no one had ever fought through.
Beloved is memory.