Bare with me, as this is my first attempt at writing from the mind of Sethe..this is just what I am getting from my research so far, but being a white woman in the 21st century, writing in perspective of a black woman in the 1800s, it is going to be quite difficult and I am in no way, implying that I know how it would feel like or how she would speak. Here is my attempt at her character though:
Dear journal,
It seemed being alive was the hard part. For me though. I been told was looking good to most of the men. Seemed clear to me when I had them men pining after me. Took me bout a year to choose. I chose Halle. Look where dat got me. Anyways, it was clear to me I was good lookin'..otherwise maybe I wouldn'ta been raped. Happy I'm outta Sweet Home though. Place was anything but sweet. Wouldn't want that for ma kids. I love them with all ma heart, I do..which is why I triedta kill them. It was out of motherly love, but after I killed the first, I just couldn't do it no more. The pain was too much. I hear someone at the door though. Write soon.
Sethe
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