Among the 75 objects on view are the first and last pages of an unpublished short story titled “Gia,” with iterative signatures of her given name, Chloe, before she settled on her nom de plume, Toni early correspondences between Morrison and editors at Doubleday and Macmillan who offered notes on The Bluest Eye sketches envisioning 124 Bluestone Road, the home haunted by the baby ghost in Beloved and drawings that map out the fictional Oklahoma town and convent in Paradise, alongside real snapshots of Oklahoma’s landscape. It reveals her obsessions.Ĭurated by Autumn Womack, an associate professor of English and African American studies at Princeton, the exhibit features Morrison’s private papers and materials from the university’s archive (Morrison was a professor there from 1989 until 2006). But her personal collection, now on display, shows what she actually prioritized in her fiction. That she was a meticulous researcher is no surprise to those of us who’ve encountered the precision in her work. And an exhibit at Princeton University grants visitors a glimpse into that creative process, the way Morrison rendered the ordinary, the fantastic, the macabre, and the divine in her works of fiction.

“If writing is thinking and discovery and selection and order and meaning,” Morrison wrote in her 1986 essay, “The Site of Memory,” “it is also awe and reverence and mystery and magic.” What may feel like magic to the reader is the result of intellectual labor, intuition, and capacious empathy on Morrison’s part. Morrison, who died in 2019, carved out a space for the Black literary tradition by using the lyricism and folk myths found in Black Americans’ oral customs. Further, it demonstrated to me how Morrison built worlds-how she took ideas and turned them into places for audiences to inhabit-allowing readers to connect with the humanity in her characters. The expansiveness of her answers transformed the abstraction of faith into a tangible experience. When asked about the inspiration behind her debut novel, The Bluest Eye, she recalled details about a childhood friend who didn’t believe in God it felt as if we were right there with her in the memory.

What I do remember is how Morrison responded: She told a story with each reply. The conversation was far-reaching, and I can’t recall everything discussed.

The last time I saw the late Toni Morrison speak was in 2016 she was on a panel with the poet Sonia Sanchez and the writer Ta-Nehisi Coates, and they talked about art and social change.

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