I read a brief biography of Zora Hurston in a book on American food and became intrigued. Probably a dozen years ago, I purchased the Library of America two-volume collection of her novels, folklore, autobiography, and articles, but I never got around to reading them. So several days ago, I launched into her autobiography, Dust Tracks on a Road (1942). I am gripped. An original American voice. She dives into African American idiom and dialect of the South to recover nets of language that evoke her life and circumstances with poignant clarity. She piles analogies and metaphors one upon the other until the conversation of her characters and herself spills out onto the page. Typical:
"There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet; impulses smothered too long in the fetid air of underground caves. The souls lives in a sickly air. People can be slave-ships in shoes."
"In the first place, I was a Southerner, and had the map of Dixie on my tongue. They [a theatrical group with which she was travelling] were all northerners except the orchestra leader, who came from Pensacola. It was not that my grammar was bad, it was the idioms. They did not know of the way an average southern child, white and black, is raised on simile and invective. They know how to call names. It is an every day affair to hear somebody called a mullet-headed, mule-eared, wall-eyed, hog-nosed, gater-faced, shad-mouthed, screw-necked, goat-bellied, puzzle-gutted, camel-backed, butt-sprung, battle-hammed, knock-kneed, razor-legged, box-ankled, shovel-footed, unmated so and so! Eyes looking like skint-ginny nuts, and mouth looking like a dish-pan full of broke-up crockery! They can tell you in simile exactly how you walk and smell. They can furnish a picture gallery of your ancestors, and a notion of what your children will be like. What ought to happen to you is full of images and flavor. Since that stratum of the southern population is not given to book-reading, they take their comparisons right out of the barn yard and the woods. When they get through with you, you and your whole family look like an acre of totem-poles."
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