Being faced with...

A small confession.

I was avoiding touching English, especially in written English for a coulple of days. Speaking and writing cannot be improved both at the same time. Writing English stretches our literacy tremendously, which I knew it already, but there always be some steps in front. And I knew that confronting those steps would help me with not winding up the valley to the English. Sometimes Spoken English annoys me.

Some people are easy to be influenced by others. I am a kind of the one. And I am giving you some reasons. Yesterday, I have started reading Beloved (1987) of Toni Morrison. It is told a genuine work, but I fear to face with the language that Morrison uses. It made me completely forgot what the grammar should be, and I was about to write, "I don't know nothing." It is a part of culture of English. Yes, English is a cultural consequent which enable more than two people communicate each other, yet it is a different story to practice English. Therefore it is crucial paying full attention to the sentences.

Beloved is a story of black woman who lived as minority in America, and who had wounded by long suffering slavery. The reason I picked up this book in my reading lists, and it has become almost an assignment that I owe to myself, was that if there are any similarities and differences which may precondition among the minority writer’s writing: specifically between Afro-American’ and Jewish-American’. So far, my choice of the books should be consistent. Starting from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1884), passing through Faulkner’s Light in August, not forgetting The Awakening (1899) of Kate Chopin (1851-1904), the southern journey landed at Toni Morrison. I read in the original English except The Awakening, and I realized how important reading in English is since the greater part of the story of The Awakening is lost from my memory.

Today, I am going to organize a stack of books in front of me.
There is nowhere to walk without thrusting my way.