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Nabila Khansa khansakansd4a1 — She writes about being a child, a mom, a boss, being in show biz, meeting Palin, etc. I felt I was reading a memoir by someone who did not want to let you in or perhaps (with as plunked out as the last chapter came across) maybe just did not have time to do so. Really, I would call it a series of essays - a mix of funny bits and stories more then I would call it a memoir. A quick read and her self-deprecating sense of humor is for the most part very well expressed in the book. It did have many moments that were extremely funny but she keeps those experiences at a pretty surface level and so this book ultimately left me unsatisfied. Not sorry I read it but just a bit unsatisfying.

Stephen Dedalus barriemccae95f — (Originally published here: http://www.nbafictionblog.org/nba-win...) I picked up my copy of Alice Walker's The Color Purple to jog my memory of it for this review. I found myself swallowing it whole, reading it cover to cover in one day, and not merely remembering why I liked the book, but loving it once again. Walker accomplishes a rare thing: She makes an epistolary novel work without veering into preciousness. Rather, Celie's full-bodied voice emerges, a moody and honest voice, in an inherently intimate literary form. While she is the protagonist of the novel, she is not the protagonist of her world -- and so, she writes letters to God that no one is expected to read. Celie's letters are written in broken dialect, resulting in surprising juxtapositions and lyricism. As she evolves over the forty years that the novel takes place, so do her letters evolve in nuanced observation and authority. Reading the novel, you don't merely watch Celie change; you feel it in the beat and rhythm of her words. Celie's letters carry the tale of isolation and love, of violence and sexuality, of poverty and ambition, of domination and independence, of self-awareness and community, of the chafing relationships between black men and black women, and of an inward spirituality that's not easily contained. While centered on Celie's life in a small Georgia town, and later in Memphis, the scope of the book widens with the strange and hilarious characters who people the pages. From the proud singer Shug Avery to Sofia, whose bluntness in punished, to Harpo, who eats constantly so he can be sure to be bigger than his wife, The Color Purple is a strong contender for offering the best secondary cast of characters in twentieth-century literature. As well, the novel takes a global turn in the second half of the book through the letters and life of Nettie, Celie's sister, in Africa. Such vividness and variety of characters eases the burn of what might have been a claustrophobic earnestness in the novel. The Color Purple--winner of both a National Book Award and Pulitzer Prize--remains a frequent target of censors still today, nearly thirty years after its publication. The intimate location of the reader in the scenes of violence and sexuality have troubled many. But it is through the uneasiness -- and the lure of Celie's voice and the surrounding cast -- that we are disarmed. The Color Purple is about the search for joy. Reading my copy of it again, I found joy myself.