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October 2013

Skin as White as Snow, Lips as Red as Blood, Hair as Black as Ebony


“I can’t explain, maybe it isn’t something that needs explaining, how the sight of a broken cage just puts you up on stilts. The promise that the cage will always be empty, that its days as a jailhouse are done.”

1933 Lower East Side Manhattan- This is a story of a little girl named Boy who decides one day to leave the life of an abused caucasian child in search of beauty and freedom at a boardinghouse for coloured woman in Massachusetts. In this story their are racial dynamics that are rarely contemplated let alone written about within literary fiction. The writing is highly imaginative, elegant, resonant, and its innovation goes beyond the realms of my bookshelves. This book was so compelling that upon completion I had to reread some of the earlier passages as an assurance to my comprehension. And with that I am still not all that convinced. This story is a rehashing of some of fairy tales more important symbols in a magically realistic environment. While reading at times the references to tokens of enchantments seemed a little forced to fulfill some of the standard protocol that constitutes this genre, but in the end it eventually it all comes together harmoniously.


Ultimately I believe this story to be based on perception vs. reflection vs. reality and the strive for objectivity. Throughout this story these themes seem to manifest with respect to a characters insecurity, vanity or shame. One instance of misunderstanding happens when a character is reflecting on the fact that after a period of unhappiness she is transfixed by the fact that she can smile again. The other character perceives this as vanity when in reality the character wants to understand all the mental and physical feelings involved with how a smile emanates from a life long of dormancy.

“You don’t return people’s smiles- it’s perfectly clear to
you that people can smile and smile and still be villains.”

Another object of reality found in the primary family is that of interracial prejudices. Darker shades of pale, different shades of black. The underlying but pronounced feeling of “colourism” within the Whitman family is one that should not be taken lightly by the reader. Although less prevalent in the 20th century the idea that lighter is treated more favourably than darker exists in this story.

“Vanity is the handmaid of the devil.”


Fairy Tales are regarded as an efficient demonstration in moral values for educating the youth of the world. This story being best suited for adults could be regarded in the same vein. Philosophers view fairy tales as a way of espousing lies and enabling a harmful way of affecting the way a child views the real world. From my perspective it is a perfect way to educate them in a way that is not so plain or ordinary. Think of the literary equivalent of blending broccoli into a tomato sauce to ensure the consumption of nourishing vegetables. Brain food and they didn’t even realize. Boy,Snow,Bird reinforces the power of magical realism in the way readers gain a better understanding of racial problems that exist today that you may or may not of realized.

“The best line of work for me would be roadside sprite. I’d live quietly by a dust-covered track that people never came across unless they took a wrong turn, and I’d offer the baffled travelers lemonade and sandwiches, maybe even fix their engines if they asked nicely (I’d have used my solitude to read extensively on matters of car maintenance). Then the travelers would go on their way, relaxed and refreshed, and they’d forget they’d ever met me. That’s the ideal meeting… once upon a time, only once, unexpectedly, then never again.”

One aspect of the book that I disliked was that of the very leading conclusion. I understand when author’s let the audience draw their own conclusions, but if their was ever a novel that required more it was Boy,Snow,Bird. Their is a general consensus fluttering around in my head, but it never settles due to the unanswered questions. Of course it definitely adds to the mysticism and maybe my lack of knowledge and experience with fairy tales is rearing its ugly head, but I would have liked a little bit more, just a tiny bit more…pleeeeeaaaassssseeeee.

I recommend this book to people that enjoy a socially conscious and challenging read to upset the queue in your next “to read” contemplation’s. This will not be like many books you have read and requires a narrow focus but wide perspective.Enjoy!!!!

“People don’t make too much money around here, but what comes with that is a different definition of what it means to be well-off. You’re chairman of the board if you need twelve dollars a week and you make twelve dollars a week. If you’ve also got someone within ten minutes’ walk who can make you laugh and someone else within a five-minute walk who can help you mourn, you’re a millionaire. If on top of all that you’ve got a buddy or three who’ll feed you delicious things and paint you pictures and dance with you, and another friend who’ll watch your kids so you can go out dancing . . . that’s the billionaire lifestyle.”



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