Sula and The Bluest Eye – Reviews


I’m not sure when, but many years ago I purchased my first 2 Toni Morrison books, Sula and The Bluest Eye. Sula because the premise sounded interested and that was my great grandmother’s name, which I think might have been the first reason I picked it up. The Bluest Eye was one I’ve heard so many of my friends talk about for years (Beloved is well known and I might read that next but more on that later).

Since Sula was my classics club pick and it was short, I decided I’d read another book from my list by Morrison to balance things out, since I was reading a longer classic already.

My experience with Sula in the past has been start and stop. If I’m honest m I’ve probably abandoned the book more times than I care to admit, but the audiobook was 100% helpful. I also realize, for me, Morrison has to be taken in smaller doses. Sula was just shy of 200 pages but it took me a few weeks to chew this book over.

I wasn’t sure what I felt during the beginning of the book and by the end, I wasn’t sure if I liked the book all that much. Sula is opposite of her friend Nel, but during their childhood, they are inseparable. Both girls are a byproduct of their upbringing which rings true, all of us are shaped, for the good or bad, by how we are raised. Nel seems to be driven to do what’s right and good according to what she’s been taught by her mother, Helene. Helene we learn chose a different life than her own mother but I believe that one of the things Morrison draws attention to in this book.

Sula on the other hand, as an adult, has led a more promiscuous lifestyle, “like a man” Nel tells her one point.

“You can’t do it all. You a woman and a colored woman at that. You can’t be act like a man. You can’t be walking around all independent-like, doing whatever you like, taking what you want, leaving what you don’t.”

Sula’s mother and grandmother didn’t hide from her or anyone the or aside they found in the company of men, Sula seems to follow suite, although she never marries. Sula seems to be the complete opposite of most black women of her time, many content to marry and care for their families. Sula defies this ideal and charts a path of her own. She seems to take on the role of a male in her promiscuous lifestyle. But I feel she emulated the behavior of her mother and grandmother. Her friend Nel has chosen a more traditional position, marrying and having children but things change when Sula returns home.

Morrison tells the story over time and there are several characters in the lives of Sula and Nel, but I think the author wants us to look for the subtle nuances in the community (and the women) individually and collectively.

This conversation between Nel and Sula was one that left a lasting impression towards the end.

“Really? What have you got to show for it?”

“Show? To who? Girl, I got my mind. And what goes on in it. Which is to say, I got me.”

“Lonely, ain’t it?”

“Yes. But my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else’s. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain’t that something? A secondhand lonely.”

The Bluest Eye

“A little black girl who wanted to rise up out of the pit of her blackness and see the world with blue eyes.”

The Bluest Eye had a COMPLETELY different impact on me. This book pierced a very deep part of my heart. The perspective of the narrative, from young girls who witnessed one tragedy after another befall one of their peers is not even close to encompassing what this book is about.

We know from the outset, young Pecola Breedlove has suffered a deplorable tragedy, she’s having her father’s baby when she’s just a child herself, about eleven years old.

“There is really nothing more to say–except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.“.

Morrison begins the book this way and I knew I was in for an emotional and taxing experience. Morrison managed to do in The Bluest Eye what didn’t happen with Sula. I connected with the narrators, these young black girls. Claudia, the youngest between her sister Frieda and Pecola (eleven) drew me in from the beginning.

Her very honest and relatable feelings about the young “pretty girls” like Shirley Temple and the blue-eyed baby dolls they received as a gifts transported me to my own childhood. I can recall a picture when I was maybe 3 years old, I was crying, I don’t know why, but in my hand was a blonde hair white baby doll.

Claudia’s disdain for those dolls, to the point where she would destroy them or take them apart was enough to make me stop reading and think back to my own childhood. At what point did I receive a black doll, a doll I could identify with? For Claudia, her sister, Pecola and other black girls like her, that never happened.

When the adults chastised her for not “taking care of nothing” I thought about how in their minds, they were giving the girls things they would have loved to have at their age. But for Claudia, this doll, was the personification of what was beautiful, a representation of what society says is pretty and attractive.

Morrison peels away the layers of many central characters, Pecola’s mom, Mrs. Pauline Breedlove. Yes even Pecola calls her mom Mrs. Breedlove. How did she end up with Cholly, Pecola’s father? And how did Cholly end up being the man he is, a man who rapes his own daughter?

The Bluest Eye has a rawness that’s piercing and honestly has left me without a voice. The self-loathing, how it starts, how it shapes our conduct and decisions, how a child, like Pecola becomes a victim not just to others, but herself. How people who look like her, young black girls, have experienced similar attitudes about their hair, skin, even the way you speak, can internalize their reactions to such and spit it like venom to other victims.

This poison has manifested itself and many of us have been a victim to its effects. It also makes you stop and think about the times you personally, maybe unintentionally, or not, with malice or frustration in your heart, you’ve done to others what’s been done to you. You’ve been Pecola, you’ve been mistreated because of your skin color, or you’ve been mocked because you aren’t black enough.

Have you read any Toni Morrison books? What’s your favorite?

If you’ve read Sula or The Bluest Eye please let’s discuss it more here in the comments? I have a Tar Baby and A Mercy waiting for me on my shelf.

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15 thoughts on “Sula and The Bluest Eye – Reviews

  1. It’s been so long since I read Sula (college) that I don’t really remember it. I should reread it! (I intend to reread Beloved also.) Bluest Eye was so powerful. You explored beautifully what makes that book so phenomenal and heartbreaking.

    I really enjoyed Tar Baby – it’s very different from either one of these. Can’t wait to see what you think of it.


    1. When I think back to books I read on the past I wish I had kept more notes then. It would be nice to see what younger me thought about some of the books I remember enjoying. (I did have a change of heart on one book I remember hating in high school and now I recommend it to everyone after reading as an adult – The Good Earth).

      There was so much in The Bluest Eye – I think I could have gone on more about that but realized this was getting long so thanks for reading and chatting with me about it. I might add Tar Baby to my list for this month. I’m really curious because he was mentioned in Sula (if it’s the same character)

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    1. Thank you. I enjoyed writing them this way and I’m actually glad I read them close together so I could think about what made them different and what I liked or didn’t.

      I was looking back at my Goodreads account because I use it to keep track of what I’ve read and I was surprised I had read a few other Morrison books I got at the library but not the ones I already had? So I’m hoping to finish the other 2 I have before I pick up any more at the library 😊

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  2. I read and reviewed Sula here:

    I read The Bluest Eye before I had a blog, but I do remember reading it. Recently, I read a musical script for work. It’s called The Bubbly Black Girl Sheds Her Chameleon Skin, and it’s about a black girl who tries to be the “right kind of black” through the decades. When she’s a little girl, her mom has given her a black doll to instill pride in her, but when her mom leaves the room, she kicks the black doll and pulls out a white doll that she practically worships. In one strange moment, as she’s playing with the doll, the dolls hair falls off — we learn it’s a wig — and her doll has an afro underneath. The main character is so confused! Did she accidentally love a black doll? It’s a strange scene that’s meant to be funny yet say something meaningful about at what point children who are not white see themselves in their toys, on their TVs, in positions of authority, etc.


      1. I found it so fast-paced that it was hard to keep up, but there were moments that were funny and thoughtful. The writer tried to get through several decades of African American experience in one play.


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