The Bluest Eye

Writing a review is always a difficult task. As a writer myself, I know how hard it is to make that perfect idea to work on paper. More than that, I know that it doesn’t matter what you do, the idea will always be better than what you wrote. And this review is even harder! Because I’m a nobody, while Morrison is a Nobel Prize Winner. But I have to be true to myself.

The main reason that makes me dislike the book is how confusing it is. I could only understand the story by reading the Wikipedia page. While reading, I didn’t know what was past, future and present. I didn’t even know who was who. Pecola, Claudia, Frieda, Polly… there are lots of characters, and I couldn’t tell them apart.

I wanted to like, to enjoy this book. Toni Morrison was a gifted and incredible writer. And The Bluest Eye probably is, like most first books are, her rawest book. And usually, I find this attractive. But this time, it didn’t work. This is unfortunate because by reading about the novel, I could see that there’s a great and important story that I missed.

I wanted to like it, and I wanted to be touched by the book. But I just felt confused and bored. It’s painful for me to write all this, but as I said at the beginning: I have to be true to myself.