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Toni Morrison (0:00)
In the following episode, New Yorker writer.
Narrator/Producer (0:02)
Hilton Als quotes a line from Toni.
Toni Morrison (0:04)
Morrison's book Jazz that contains the N word. We've left the line uncensored.
David Remnick (0:11)
From one.
Narrator/Producer (0:11)
World Trade center in Manhattan. This is the New Yorker Radio Hour, a co production of the New Yorker and WNYC Studios.
David Remnick (0:21)
Welcome to the New Yorker Radio Hour. I'm David Remnick. The sad news came early this week the that Toni Morrison, one of the greatest American writers of this or any other age, had died at the age of 88. Morrison was the first African American to win a Nobel Prize in literature. And it can surely be said that in her long career, first as an editor, then as an author and as a teacher, she helped transform the shape of our culture. Her novels, including Song of Solomon and Beloved, are at the core of the American language and our sense of collective memory. In 2015, Morrison published what would be her last novel, called God Help the Child, about a girl rejected and abused for the darkness of her skin. That was also the year that the country was still reeling from the deaths of Michael Brown and Eric Garner at the hands of police officers. The previous summer and that fall, Morrison came to the New Yorker Festival to speak with the magazine's Hilton Als.
Hilton Als (1:24)
Tony, I've written this little ditty, and if you can bear with me, I'll bear. Okay, okay. In recent months and years, the black American male has been central to a number of debates, books, panels and editorials that end up being, for me at least, a weird or stilted business. Generally, the language around that familiar and unfamiliar form has little to do with his humanity and more to do with the pressure points, guilt, remorse, and so on. His dead or living self aggravates. And because he's less interesting in the context of joy, we know less about his achievements than not. The news is generally not so new, the continued violence to his body. This violence extends, of course, to his community, which includes mothers and brothers and all the people who never considered him invisible or trivial or tragic or extinguishable to begin with. In those family members eyes, the eyes of love, of complicated fraternity. Devastation is not an abstraction relegated to a town or village with names such as Ferguson, Staten island or Cincinnati, Ohio, but a very real thing attached to names given to the loss by parents or mothers or grandparents, people who attached great importance to Michael's name and Eric's name and Samuel's name. Every name comes with a story dear to those who have bestowed it. In her extraordinary career, the novelist Toni Morrison, author of 11 novels, several works of nonfiction, and 1993, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, has given names to any number of her black male characters. Names that are story in themselves. Jolie, Breedlove, Shadrach, Jude Green, Macon Dead Milkman, Dead Guitar Son, Paul D, Joe Trace, Golden Gray, Deacon, Derek Morgan, his twin, Stewart, Bill Cossey, the Blacksmith, Inn A Mercy, Frank Money and Booker. In her last novel, 2015's God Bless the Child. Individual stories that not only put those black male bodies together again, but took them apart. The better for us to see plainly and complicatedly himself and the country and history that made him. Every great novelist reflects his or her times. Zola told us something about the Dreyfus case, Achmatava, Stalin's Rule, Baldwin, the Civil Rights Movement and Morrison. The total effect the war of history has on bodies and how behavior and absence shapes those bodies, too. She wants to erase that absence and fill in figures with her strong eye, sure hand. Years ago, when asked her opinion of Ralph Ellison's Invisible man, she was unqualified in her praise of Ellison's artistry. And yet the question remained, hung fire. Who was that black man invisible to, not to her? He was her brother, her father, her friend. Just as Toni Morrison, through virtue of her work, has become the unqualified, authoritative voice when it comes to describing a world that makes and unmakes all those brothers, fathers and friends. Ladies and gentlemen, our voice and our sister, Toni Morrison. Thank you. Here we are.
