Zora Neale Hurston was a master of artistic invention and reinvention. I wish I could have met her.
She brandished her pen like a sword, her words bare-knuckled in their honesty. She taught us that life can be bigger than our sorrows.
You are bound to be jostled in the crowded street of life.
Post-election, many of us are conflicted, wrestling with questions, anxious for answers. Instructive and insightful ones. There’s never been a better time to read/revisit Zora Neale Hurston’s work as we go forward.
I know I cannot straighten out in a few pen-strokes what God and men took centuries to mess up. So I tried to deal with life as we actually live it — not as sociologists imagine it.
A black writer in white America, she’s a fitting guide of who we can be if we dare.
It’s not a perfect time. It’s not an easy time. But it’s a swashbuckling time to be alive. I think Zora (and Liz) would agree.