Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) , a writer closely associated with the Harlem Renaissance, made such a statement during her lifetime but she was buried in an unmarked grave in a pauper’s field, where she lay in obscurity until another young writer, Alice Walker, decided to take it upon herself to bring Hurston’s body of work back to life. If literature is life unwrapped, Hurston’s, Their Eyes Were Watching God will give you an emotional roller coaster ride of a life time. The book captures and gives new meaning to the words wit and pathos. In her own words:
~ “Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to ‘jump at the sun.’ We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.”
~ “I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots.
Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows,
with a harp and sword in my hands.”
Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows,
with a harp and sword in my hands.”
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