The Color Purple Book Review – Written by Alice Walker
Rehashing old books, as per Harold Bloom, is one of the most astounding types of scholarly delight. I have perused The Color Purple by Alice Walker a few times in the previous decade, and every time the experience has been uplifting and often abandoned me incoherently joyful.
The Color Purple is primarily the narrative of two ladies: Celie and Shug Avery made up for lost time in the inferno of life in the profound American South. The figure however whose character smolders in my memory, and to whom I have a solid connection to is Celie. She, as David Copperfield and Pip are in Charles Dickens’ books, is the story’s central hero.
The world that Alice Walker portrays is however far grimmer than Dickens’. It is the world that has an irritating smell of subjection, with lynching sneaking out of sight. It is the world that delivered men and ladies whose souls were twisted by the affliction they needed to persevere. However, Alice Walker puts herself in characters that change and the story lights up with their improvement.
The book begins with Celie composing a letter to God. She composes in light of the fact that she is excessively embarrassed, making it impossible to ask. Celie’s difficulty starts in youth. At fourteen, she is assaulted by her stride father, and later has two kids by him.
In any case, to understand Celie in every one of her shadings one must understand her association with Shug Avery. Avery is different to her both in disposition and looks. She is beautiful, and she sings. She strikes an onlooker as a wanton vixen. In any case, one later understands that she is an insubordinate soul in a rebellious battle against the harm of a manly and supremacist society.
She is disdained by many. When she becomes ill the tattle tongues are voluble in festivity. Indeed ‘the minister got his mouth on Shug Avery, now that she down’. Then Albert, Celie’s husband, takes Avery in: into his home as well as into his bed. It is Celie who with awesome anxiety nurture the diminishing Avery to health. She day by day washes her, respectfully combs her hair and dutifully encourages her.
They fall frantically infatuated with each other: Avery, the woman with a scandal history and Celie, the submissive heavenly attendant. Like the scriptural whore, Mary, Avery with her affection figuratively pours oil on Celie’s tormented heart and makes her experience euphoria she has never known.
This experience changes them both: for Celie, the will to live triumphs over the unsettling power of self-uncertainty of her slight and delicate personality. Her gentility and even her sexuality are excited and emphatically attested. She was no more alone. She has somebody with whom she can communicate with moment simplicity and friendship.
Avery then again recovers her health. The nearness of Celie in her life feeds and softens her. Their adoration causes Avery to take off. She completely recuperates her health as well as looks for some kind of employment and even a husband. The two ladies never come up short each other in affection till the end.
Like the Don Quixote and Sancho Panza in Don Quixote, they bit by bit tackle each other’s qualities Avery gradually progresses while Celie’s personality illuminates with confidence. Perusing the book we unavoidably find out about life, and about who we are a result of these characters.
Along these lines when I think about The Color Purple, it is this amazingly cherishing union between these two altogether different ladies, and their happiness over the wretchedness of their lives that I discover generally vital. This beautiful and clever story dependably feels like a festival and a triumph: for blacks in America, for ladies in the public arena, and for humanity on the loose.
There are other vital characters that give the story its quality. Albert, Celie’s husband, smolders interminably with rage like a bit of bacon sizzling in its own particular fat. He lamentably goes on his freak personality to his child, Harpo. The last is hitched to Sofia, who is not your run of the mill docile wife. She trusts that viciousness is the best way to change the foul play of the male and white world she lives in. Her fierceness just about wrecks her at last.
The Color Purple is an incredible triumph for Alice Walker. She has considerable clear gifts of characters and places. The exchange between them helps the peruser imagine the setting as well as understand the social and political subtleties that won at the time. Along these lines The Color Purple is significantly more than just fiction yet a rich chronicled novel, and a great that will continue to be perused with delight for a long time.
The motion picture of the same title by Steven Spielberg, with Oprah Winfrey and Whoopi Goldberg, is therefore a fitting landmark to this staggering story.