A little way into reading, I had to pause and go back to the beginning, because this story is told not in a linear way, but in a spiral and with multiple perspectives that to me didn’t relate to what the blurb says this book is about.
Florens is the only voice we hear more than once as she sets out on her quest, her chapters are interspersed by those she is growing up around, each one of those is told in the third person, but for their chapter stays with their perspective and views the others. And the last chapter circles back to the beginning and is given to the mother.
The novel begins with Florens beginning to tell us her story/confession and her telling of it will also be the second to last chapter, where she thinks of her mother and what she wishes her to know. We learn of the plantation where she lived with her mother and younger brother and the accompanied journey she made to her new owner Jacob, given to him in payment for a debt.
It is around 1690, at a time when anyone, of any colour, race or creed could be rented, sold or traded.
The beginning begins with the shoes. When I was a child I was never able to abide being barefoot and always beg for shoes, anybody’s shoes,even on the hottest days. My mother, a minha mãe, is frowning, is angry at what she says are my prettifying ways.
We meet the other women living on Jacob’s farm, how he has “acquired” them, who he is and why he lives the way he does. And the blacksmith, a free man, the turning point of the novel.
To tell any more would be a disservice, for it is a novel to discover, letting it reveal its layers to you.
Their drift away from others produced a selfish privacy and they had lost the refuge and the consolation of a clan. Baptists, Presbyterians, tribe, army, family, some encircling outside thing was needed. Pride, she thought. Pride alone made them think that they needed only themselves, could shape life that way, like Adam and Eve, like gods from nowhere beholden to nothing except their own creations. She should have warned them, but her devotion cautioned against impertinence. As long as Sir was alive it was easy to veil the truth: that they were not a family-not even a like-minded group. They were orphans, each and all.
The Spiralling Narrative
Without looking at the structure, and trying to understand the author’s intention by it, I can see why one might struggle with this, I went back and reread the first chapter countless times as I read forward, because it reveals so much that is understood as we progress. I benefited so much from each time I circled back and reread that beginning. And felt the excitement of realising what Morrison was doing. A lyrical revelation.
The man Jacob gets one chapter, but the first person narrator is the little girl Florens who we see at eight years and at sixteen years and we only understand why, when we read the very last voice, that of her mother, and whose intention it was, who spotted that opportunity, A Mercy. The story is seen from these different angles, perspectives, narrative voices circling the oblivious character.
A simple telling of a complex novel in the hands of one of the greats.
To use my own symbolism, which at the end I draw in the back of the book, to capture it immediately it comes to mind, it’s like learning about how trees live in communities and support each other.
There is what you see above ground, what lies below that connects them, and then there is the environment in which they grow, are nurtured, or might wither. And the small mercies.
It was not a miracle. Bestowed by God. It was a mercy. Offered by a human.
Short Video (3 mins) Toni Morrison on her character Florens in ‘A Mercy’
Gosh, it’s an age since I read this. Time for a re-visit. Thanks.
Beautiful. It sounds intriguing in both structure and content.
I never read that one by her.
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Do you have a favourite?
I absolutely loved this one too. So delicately constructed. And you’ve captured that so well. She’s one of my MustReadEverything authors and I only have one left, so I’ve been procrastinating. But, I know she holds up to rereading, so I’ll probably read that one (her last, too) this year.
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I really think I’ll reread A Mercy because it’s such a masterpiece and because as I was discovering so much as I was reading and going back and forth, that it will be a new experience to read again knowing how it is structured. I still have quite a few of hers to read, which I’m pleased about. Another author I am reading everything of is Maryse Condé. Have you read her work?
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Just one, but so long ago that I’ve added it as a fresh read on my TBR (I, tituba…) and I was just thinking about adding her too. Where I was living previously, the library only had her work in French and I tried others, like Segu, but struggled (I read somewhere between YA and John Grisham in French LOL); now that I’m living in Toronto with an amazing library system, I was just sussing out the catalogue of her works after reading a review of her latest in translation (the one about food) and thinking she’d make a great focus. Which of hers have you read so far? And are you reading in any particular order?
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