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The amount of ground Larsen was able to cover in such a short book was truly a feat. I really enjoyed the themes Larsen chose to explore and following her characters as they struggled with their identities and situations. While at times the I read this for university and I While at times the subject matter was hard to read, it was also extremely compelling and thought-provoking.
Part two was definitely my favourite but parts one and three were great also. Written during the Harlem-Renaissance, Passing follows Irene Radfield and Clare Kendry, childhood friends who have a chance encounter as adults in a Chiacago tea shop. Although these two black women grew up together they're now living completely different lives - Irene lives with her dark-skinned husband and two sons in Harlem where she is enmeshed in the Harlem cultural scene.
Clare has been passing as white for 12 years, has become estranged from black culture and now lives with her white supremacist husband and their daughter. This chance encounter forces the two women to examine their lives, and how they could have been living had they not made the choices they did.
This was a truly interesting introspection of life in Harlem, New York during the 's and the issues - whether they be race, gender or sexuality, that were facing communities. I was also living for the queer subtext. The ending, while abrupt, left me with lots to ponder, which I kind of like. This really was such a great read, I enjoyed it so much and it left me with so many interesting thoughts. I'm really glad it got assigned!
Jul 17, Aubrey rated it really liked it Shelves: reality-check , r , person-of-reality , person-of-everything , wm , 4-star , reviewed , r-goodreads , antidote-think-twice-read , shorty-short. Take it as one of those times where the scale depends solely on the capabilities of the sole author herself, rather than being one carefully calibrated across all of whom I've read. If the latter were the case, I would have to downgrade a great deal of other works read previously to this; as I have neither the time nor inclination for such things, simply take my 4.
If the latter were the case, I would have to downgrade a great deal of other works read previously to this; as I have neither the time nor inclination for such things, simply take my word for it that Larsen is, regardless of how the relative merits of her works compare to one another, in a class of her own.
It is authors as qualified as Larsen who take fiction for what it's worth with little heed for what they are expected to do. They choose the same old themes of centuries past and shape the bones of their own life accordingly, bringing to life a story as old as humanity whose power rests in the quickening insight unlike anything literature had been able to offer before.
Someone as skilled and brave as Larsen is not only good for but necessary to the written world, pioneer as she was for black woman writers in an age where the few that flourished were later on buried with accusation and contempt.
Lucky for us that her words were far too powerful to consign to oblivion. I think what they feel is—well, a kind of emotional excitement. You know, the sort of thing you feel in the presence of something strange, and even, perhaps, a bit repugnant to you; something so different that it's really at the opposite end of the pole from all your accustomed notions of beauty. Security is a gamble for stakes that rise for every additional set of rules inflicted on the gambler.
Rules for the rich, rules for the married, rules for the woman with no options of financial upkeep beyond the accepted husband, rules for the black woman who must choose and choose and choose again to keep a life she has been raised for from the get go. Rules for the one who will be blamed if the children turn out wrong. Rules for the one who will be ruined if the social strata is not flattered and abetted just so. Rules for the one whose range of expression will not be fixed by a simple elimination of racism, for the one who cannot explicate her sexual needs even to herself, for the one who has far too much knowledge of lynching and rape and the implicit hate the world has for ones such as her to ever be able to afford to be weak.
These various stories have been told in various ways, but not all together. Not like this. For the first time she suffered and rebelled because she was unable to disregard the burden of race. It was, she cried silently, enough to suffer as a woman, an individual, on one's own account, without having to suffer for the race as well. It was a brutality, and undeserved.
Surely, no other people so cursed as Ham's dark children. Power of the one who has played their straightened game with such enduring finesse, now able to take an instant of self suppressed for year after year after year and finally, finally, act. We may know the story, but to know both that and deep, deep down, we would all, every single one of us, in that body, in that life, in those circumstances, we would have acted the same?
That's the best of literature for you. View all 9 comments. Aug 03, Sue rated it really liked it Shelves: african-american , historical-fiction , library-book , s , classics.
Written during and as a part of the Harlem Renaissance, Nella Larsen's Passing is a very interesting look at a time and place and people. The emotions and experiences of the primary characters, these women and their approaches to their lives, their race, their marriages, their potential futures, are so complex in ways that defy any easy resolution. Clare Kendry is the one who is "Passing.
Irene Redfield knew Clare when they were both children and after many years of separation happened upon her in a setting where both were at least temporarily "white. I am very thankful to Constant Reader for having this book as the August selection.
I have not read many books from this era and this is an oversight that needs correction. I was not aware of Larsen previously and can only imagine how many others await my discovery. This is a powerful selection with no easy answers. View all 16 comments. Comparatively speaking, coming from a man of Caucasian descent in America, could I truly know what it felt like to be someone of color at this time? At any time? With that said, I must say… Passing. The fact that people literally had to pass as another race to be accepted is beyond me, but the color of one 4.
Jan 31, Chrissie rated it really liked it Shelves: fiction , classics , usa , audible , race , read. This was very good! It grabs your attention. It keeps you guessing from the first page to the last. It gives interesting perspectives on the concept of "passing" as a White. Great dialogs. No, more than great, exceptional! It moves quickly, and when it ends it leaves you thinking.
This is a classic that is worth reading. It says a lot in a few words. It packs a punch. Excellent audiobook narration by Robin Miles. There is an exception to every rule. This was short and I liked it a lot. Jun 14, Raul Bimenyimana rated it really liked it Shelves: african-african-diaspora , women-writers. This book was published 90 years ago, during the Harlem Renaissance that brought with it great works of art, this novel being one of them. Given the title and main theme of the book, I had some reservations before reading this, but what a pleasure and wealth of knowledge I would have missed had I bypassed it.
The story begins when Irene, the protagonist, remembers meeting her childhood friend Clare in her hometown of Chicago while passing in a restaurant meant for white people only. Both charact This book was published 90 years ago, during the Harlem Renaissance that brought with it great works of art, this novel being one of them.
Both characters are biracial but their physical features allow them to venture into white society unsuspected, perceived and even received as white. In engaging descriptive prose, Larsen writes of the environment that creates such precarious and demeaning conditions. Taking us to the vibrant Harlem parties of the s and describing the social structure that defined status, security, desirability, and at most times, survival.
She will…. She did! View all 10 comments. Nov 03, Alex rated it it was amazing Shelves: new-york-literary-biography , rth-lifetime , harlem-renaissance , , novel-a-biography. I've been fooled twice now into thinking Nella Larsen isn't a great writer. She is. She controls her story perfectly; she gives you exactly the information you need at exactly the right time. Her stories are carefully constructed, each one building steadily towards a wallop. They make a huge impact. There's no fat, nothing that doesn't exactly need to be there.
There's a six-floor walkup in one scene of Passing; the characters complain about it, and one makes a racial comment about it. It's ther I've been fooled twice now into thinking Nella Larsen isn't a great writer. It's there for a reason; Larsen is positioning you, making sure you know you're six floors up, because one of the characters will have to come back down. It's extremely careful and effective, but it doesn't seem positioned. It just does its job.
What she doesn't have time for, particularly, is sentences. She comes out with stuff like this: This, she reflected, was of a piece with all that she knew of Clare Kendry. Stepping always on the edge of danger. Always aware, but not drawing back or turning aside. And you're like jeez, that's It gets you where you need to go - Clare, who passes as white and has married a racist, is capable of anything.
But it's not pretty. I was reminded of something Steinbeck said: I have no interest in the printed word. I would continue to write if there were no writing and no print. I put my words down for a matter of memory.
He had no time for punctuation; he was uninterested in the craft of writing. Prose is a cracker. You don't need it to be interesting; you just need it to hold the cheese.
Nella Larsen has a lot of cheese. Don't let the cracker fool you. View all 11 comments. This book echoed a small part of my life. As a person who is half-Mexican, I somewhat know what it is to "pass.
My mother, who speaks fluent Spanish, refused to teach me Spanish as a child. She did not speak English when she started school here in the US and she wanted save her children that distinction. People were always su This book echoed a small part of my life.
People were always surprised when I volunteered this fact during discussions about Mexicans. I also believe that my initial success in life, as I was trying to get my foot in the door after college, owes some part to my "passing" as a white, non-accented, English speaking American male. Another element of "passing" that this book explores is the emotional and physical ties that exists and lead back to one's own heritage. For instance, when I'm traveling in Mexico, I am readily recognized as Mexican and people will often speak to me in Spanish first, before I must somewhat embarrassingly admit that I only speak English.
And yet, at those moments I have a brief longing to be accepted and on the other side of the conversation I usually sense an understanding. Because Passing explores these elements in terms of blacks in America, there is heightened illustrative aspect to the book that goes far beyond my experiences. Blacks found themselves here, not by their choosing, and were placed at the bottom of a social structure that intended to keep them in their place.
We may have made strides to erode this social structure through the years, but when Passing was written it was still the norm. Thus, the experiences of the characters in Passing are more desperate and intense. Lives can be destroyed instantly should certain secretes be revealed. And a certain amount of happiness depends upon turning away from reality. Passing offers readers a chance to explore this type of life without ever having to experience it, or conversely lets some of us know that we are not alone.
I kept seeing this classic of the Harlem Renaissance everywhere, and took it as a sign to read it. A story of passing for white, but between the lines there is so much more - nonheteronormative attraction, marriage, roles of women, sexuality, desire, parenthood Jun 18, Anna Luce rated it really liked it Shelves: good-reads , ebooks , reviews , poignant-reads.
Clare and Irene, the women at the centre of this novel, are childhood friends who grew up in the same black neighborhood. Both are light-skinned and can 'pass' for white but whereas Irene now lives with her husband, who is a doctor, and two sons in Harlem, and seems to enjoy a respectable middle-class existence, Clare has left their community and now passes for white. Irene has never paid much attention to the rumours surrounding Clare's 'disappearance' from their circle.
A chance encounter reunites the two women. Clare, who has married a white supremacist, views Irene has a link bank to the black community she abandoned. While she's clearly made the most of the privileges that come with being 'white', Clare seems tired of her new identity. Irene too may be more dissatisfied than she'd like to believe and begrudgingly rekindles her friendship with Clare.
Both sets of women used to be childhood friends, Clare and Sula leave their community only to return years later. Their beauty and insouciant attitude arouses jealousy and envy in their old friends. While Clare is using Irene as her ticket to re-enter and re-connect with the black community and culture, she seems to be genuinely be happy to be spending time with Irene.
Irene, on the other hand, grows resentful of Clare's careless vacillation between a 'white' and a 'black' identity. When Irene perceives a decline in her relationship with her husband she will attribute this to the 'change' brought by Clare reappearance in her life. What, for example, one did about background, how one accounted for oneself. They seem drawn to each other, perhaps because they are in many ways polar opposites. Yet, underlining this mutual attraction is something closer to animosity.
Irene judges Clare for 'passing' and for being with a boastfully racist man, while Clare's remain much more inexplicable as the narrative favours Irene's perspective. Better, far better, to share him than to lose him completely. Oh, she could close her eyes, if need be.
She could bear it. She could bear anything. Larsen, similarly to Wharton, can be incredibly perceptive—in her social commentaries, in her honing on the subtleties of certain feelings, impressions, and thoughts—while also allowing for a certain opaqueness to surround her characters, their motivations and actions.
This sense of ambiguity, although present from the novel's opening scene, soon seems to dominate the narrative, so that the more I read, the more uneasy I felt towards the characters.Feb 27, · With Robert Cray opening up for Boz Scaggs next month, I realized that I had none of his CD's in my large blues collection, so I chose this one. It spans his career from to and the cuts are placed in chronological order. He is a really good guitarist, but his true strength is as a lyricist/5(79).