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Leon Forrest acclaimed author of Divine Days uses a remarkable verbal intensity to evoke human tragedy injustice and spirituality in his writing As Toni Morrison has said All of Forrest'. Wandlike wizened whispering to herself unearthly arthritic yet not crabbed but rather with a ceremoniously pious gospel gait her long brown left hand hovering over the knob of the celebrated cane which the Jewish Mayor of Israel had given to the Irish Mayor of the City stabbing stemming striking refuse and debris like a garden keeper; moving through the rubble and babble down the locked up abandoned ravished sin sacked and mildewed city; turning the cane about as if it were a symbolic key to the city given a visitor; a holy witness from another country come to save even you and especially you That is the kind of sentence from p15 of the novel that is liable to give me a heart attack of pure ecstatic aesthetic delight Soundtrack Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Dolphy came to mind often Billie of course there a word for sorrowful anger To describe his prose line as Jazz is a cliche though especially when one thinks of players like Dolphy or later Coltrane entirely accurate This is a novel of brokenness and loss of children orphaned by the legacies of slavery rape and fear It is a novel of Mothers and of god fathers burying a curse in the blood of Fathers already too ghostly too spirit ed to be killed It is voices crying in the wilderness of modern America monologues riffing over around and within one another It is a novel of the Church and of the uniue developments in Christianity that took place in the African American community through the 19th and 20th centuries It is Carnivalesue and full of transformations in dream and memory and experience It is irrational and surreal as the world is irrational and surreal It can be read in part and without meaning a disservice to its uniueness nor its specific cultural point of origin as a response to Absalom Absalom not least due to the prominence of issues of race incest and parentage and other painful legacies of the South It also has a plot that deliberately exploits the tropes of melodrama It is I think successful than Faulkner in capturing the multiplicity of the Black oral tradition While Forrest's voice is almost always biblical or semi biblical there is an authenticity to it which Faulkner lacks when he steps out from the mouth and mind of the White Southerner except perhaps the sermon of Rev Shegog in The Sound and the Fury though one suspects this is just indicative of good listening and transcribing skills Nathaniel Witherspoon remains central though we have left the completely enveloping interiority of Eden and his observations are now of those around him rather than within him though such a distinction is untrue now a motherless child himself he is drawn to the lives of those similarly orphaned It is the pain and nightmares of his community which obsess him rather than those of his own psyche All those torn from father and mother Africa are orphans The posited solution is to be found in Jazz in the absorbing and mutating own making nature of Jazz which is unbounded by race or class by history or parentage it can incorporate the kitsch and the profound and allow the European and African to co exist Most importantly it is always moving forward is never chained by its past no matter how painful It speaks the pain outward and forward into the world and the future transformed by Art and Soul ”Now from a tower burial lookout site on the outskirts to the city Ironwood became the high priest of the tribe extemporizing upon his royal golden flute with a faint jangle of the whispering tambourine a psalm of memory to Lady Day Celebrating in tongues her time freezing prison love muted hypodermic jellied sight binding knocking bones lean horned aching vision in the frigid dehydrated valley of bleached dry bones of love Ironwood’s rage muted violin sounding flute; and behind that talking dancing spirit meat shaking off their bones as Big Maybelle like the huge hearted felt flesh life like Bessie inside the body and blood of Lady’s delicate violin song of sorrowsSinging them all back to the foundling child in the path road tiny enough to fit into a mail boxSometimes I feel like I’m almost gone” But again when one has prose like this what does one need anyway La Donna's head dropped in shame; Katie Mae's droning voice sounded almost like the Mother Superior's voice stumbling out of the harness of dreaming decades and simultaneously echoing that old negro folk other knowing coattail pulling advice that she had been trained or admonished or had trained herself to eternally despise; the undermining advice of a brigade of underground wretches; it was barbaric mud and it was Southern therefore low down that was that saying one thing and meaning another She looked at the woman's crow feet the cracked vertebra looking fingers the work soured yet unvanuished life harpooning dark brown eyes the large defiance sardonic lips full of mock and pluck the humbled and humped shoulders the huge staunch challenging African nose the varicose veins dividing up her once shapely legs as the bruised blood upon the links in a leg chain of a breakaway as the woman dug her grain soured hands into her purple apron declaring I could uote entire pages but why ruin the pleasure of first meetings And the end that extraordinary final 50 or so pages when the great whirl of Greek myth spills out from everything already long pregnant with it Orpheus Oedipus Tiresiasawe inspiring Again this section seems to be suggesting a way forward that one can use white myth to help explain help deal with Black experience just as white classical music can be used to deepen and develop Jazz That a community as damaged and victimized as the African American one should feel free to reach for anything and everything that can assist That isolation and purity is not the answer I would not suggest starting with this it makes sense to begin with There is a Tree More Ancient than Eden His bibliography is short There is a Tree More Ancient than Eden Random House 1973The Bloodworth Orphans Random House 1977Two Wings to Veil My Face Asphodel 1984Relocations of the Spirit Collected Essays Asphodel 1994Divine Days Another Chicago Press 1992Meteor in the Madhouse Northwestern University 2001My research indicates it is best to read them in this order though the essays could come anywhere He deserves readers Go listen

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The Bloodworth OrphansStute observer than Leon Forrest All of that is on display here in a novel that give readers a breathtaking view of the human experience The Bloodworth PDFEPUBfilled with humor and patho. It’s Leon Forrest So yes But not as mellifluous as Tree Lots of character time ; lots of preaching But unless you been there done that you ain’t never heard the likes of this preaching Maybe you grew up with atheist dogma so you don’t have this stuff flowing in you veins But I don’t understand and I’m serious here why we don’t see Forrest on all those lists of American Fiction that start with names like Faulkner andor Wright and end with Morrison He’s of a talent there with our Ms Young and I have no thesis yet but I suspect their BURIAL is symptomatic Would you read Forrest and help me with the diagnosis

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review The Bloodworth Orphans Ô eBook or Kindle ePUB Æ [Download] ➸ The Bloodworth Orphans Author Leon Forrest – Leon Forrest acclaimed author of Divine Days uses a remarkable verbal intensity to evoke human tragedy injustice and spirituality in his writing As Toni Morrison has said All of ForrS novels explore the complex legacy of Afro Americans Like an insistent tide this history swells and recalls America's past Brooding hilarious acerbic and profoundly valued life has no a. The characters have been abandoned rejected as children by their parents Abandoned further by race its identifications and groupings as they are mostly an alchemic mixture of black white some native american belonging to none With nowhere to go they clung to the vines of religion the dependable fixes of drugs alcohol the timid hold onto the company of others while remaining alone In their nightmare they have awoken in the land of Leon Forrest cupped by the foraging rage and molten sear of his proseWe are not invited in We are drawn in well before the feel of pull and tug to live this life with people of color their scream of travesty while also experiencing the universal heartache of our own abandonment of ourselves This makes it literature above the literary His style is not one of gems coy and feint maneuvers I would never compare Forrest to the style of other writers or offer analogies metaphors or ring out the experience of this book from a distant seat in the opera house of intellect As a reader a writer I am humbled I bring up jazz since it is mentioned numerous times It exists within the vivid wash of turbulence of the tales unfolding As jazz moves further out from its center only to return to explode within itself so do the hearts of these piercing characters as does the jazz ridden style of Forrest I looked and could not find a minute shred of a conscious attempt of his to write in this way This as with There Is A Tree More Ancient Than Eden arrived and he had the raw guts to follow itExhausted I feel pride in that I have ventured through the hailstrom of Forrest’s world and come through as I hoped I might a shaken person reader I still move about his voice in my head sight through his eyes his jazz wailing through the house What chance does my next book have It’s author No matter how well written and engaging I imagine I will read it in some confluence of how Forrest might read it how I might or how I will read as someone who has read Leon ForrestI want to thank GR Friend Ali who a while ago made the gift of recommending There Is A Tree More Ancient Than Eden which many months later has led me to The Bloodworth Orphans