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Beloved
Toni Morrison’s inimitable novel Belovedholds within it one of the most
profound and painful maternal secrets ever brought to literary light. Sethe,
a formerly enslaved person, now resides with her daughter in a house in
Ohio which is haunted by a poltergeist-like spirit. When the spirit takes the
corporeal form of a young woman named Beloved, Sethe abandons herself
to Beloved’s every need, attempting to repair her earlier efforts to kill her
children to avoid their recapture. Sethe believes the character of Beloved is
the incarnation of the infant that died at her hand. This act and its expiation
consume Sethe until she is so reduced by her maternal obsession for
Beloved that only one thing will save her: confronting her own need to
form a separate identity. The novel, among its many astonishments and
radical challenges to hierarchies of power, employs a maternal act of
singular transgression to ask a forbidden question: does a mother owe her
children and society her life and her soul? Isn’t this just another form of
enslavement?
In Maya Angelou's autobiography I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya's beautiful, vivacious
biological mother, Vivian Baxter, emerges as an important character in her daughter's life. Vivian
endures as a black woman in a white man's world by displaying strength, honesty, and toughness,
which lead to self- preservation. Vivian lives within the St. Louis jazz society where blacks are faced
with " the hostility of the powerless against the powerful, the poor against the rich, the worker against
the worked for and the ragged against the well- dressed." Ms. Angelou provides her readers with a
vivid description of an unwilling mother thrust in and out of maternal situations during a thirteen-year
span in which she survives as an entertainer in bars from St. Louis to San Francisco. Despite
displaying character traits that may be interpreted as unmotherly, Vivian Baxter is, nevertheless, a
positive role model for her daughter, Maya.
Virginia wolf always said it was through writing her novel To the Lighthouse that she was finally
able to let go of her mother.
Audre Lorde - Audre Lorde described herself as "black, lesbian, mother, warrior, poet".
See here great extracts from Maya Angelou’s book about her mother:
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/mar/30/maya-angelou-terrible-wonderful-mother
Apart from the title character, who is your favourite character and why?
I really enjoyed creating the character of Hamnet’s mother. We are so accustomed to
calling her ‘Anne Hathaway’ but her father’s will clearly names her as ‘Agnes’. That
was an electrifying, defining moment in the writing of the book. In giving her what is
presumably her birth name, I’m asking readers to discard what we think we know
about her and see her anew. most accomplished novel to date, Hamnet centres around the
emotional life of a deeply intuitive woman, charting the terrain of her grief at the loss of a child.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/articles/14w07Gm7tmld6N7gJpLkzCb/when-you-feel-that-
your-grief-doesn-t-count
Elena Ferrante
Mothers are the countries we come from: sometimes when I hold my daughter I try to apprehend
this belonging for her, to feel myself as solid and fixed, to capture my smell and shape and
atmosphere. I try to flesh out her native landscape. I try to imagine what it would be like to have
me as a mother. Rachel Cusk A Life’s Work
My story is a variation on one I’ve heard from many women over the
years, of the mother who gave herself away to everyone or someone
and tried to get herself back from a daughter.
From Rebecca Solnit’s The Faraway Nearby
In Solnit’s free-flowing prose, The Faraway Nearby, about
storytelling and narrative she (unwittingly?) narrates her own
mother’s story. Solnit reclaims the power – the voice – she was
denied.
She often visited her fury at others or at life upon me. She took
pleasure in not giving me things that she gave to others, often in front
of me, in finding a way to push me out of the group. She thought she
would get something from these acts, and maybe she got a momentary
sense of victory and power, and those were rare possessions for her.
She didn’t seem to know she had also lost something through this
strategy.
As true as any of this might be, and I don’t doubt it is, Solnit doesn’t
say ‘I saw my mother as’; no, she writes ‘my mother was.’
In Inheritance Shapiro’s writes about her discovery that the father who raised her was not her
biological father. Because her parents are deceased she cannot know what they knew. Shapiro
updates her image of her father, makes him even more compassionate, to incorporate this new
data. But her view of her mother is immutable, Shapiro assumes her mother was unaware or
worse, complicit.2
I’ve written about the burden of bearing witness, telling stories to
engender collective memory. When we talk about our mothers we
witness a life, but when we narrow it to our drama, we deliver
incomplete portrayals.
After a few weeks it became clear that I was not using any title when I
spoke to her. In fact, I rarely started conversations. […]
She asked me to join her. “Maya, I am your mother. Despite the act
that I left you for years. I am your mother. You know that, don’t
you?”
I said, “Yes, ma’am.” I had been answering her briefly with a few
words since my arrival in California.
Perhaps because Angelou only lived with her mother from age
thirteen, or perhaps because she is such a keen storyteller she gives
her mother independence, agency. 3.Mom & Me & Mom includes stories told in
her other books and yet, under this theme of “becoming mom” it is vitally new. I am particularly
fond of it because while motherhood happens overnight, becoming a mom, takes ages.
Lifetimes. It’s a destination never reached but always sought. Angelou captures all that is
elemental about motherhood. 3
In one glorious scene, Angelou describes her mother as “catching” her
baby when Angelou gives birth. Both physically and emotionally.
“Here, my baby, here’s your beautiful baby” Vivian says to her
daughter. She caught. A wondrous, full word.
I consider my daughter. I catch her. I cradle her, I hold, lift, elevate,
rock, sway and am always always there to catch her. And my mother
me. That fierce action.
Mothers are action.
My daughter. How much power she will have to write my story? Will
I exist apart from how I affected her?
When Angelou finally left home to live on her own, with her young
son and her ferocious power in tow, she finally calls her mother
“Mom.”
Ominous, threatening,
So easily broken.
Cannot be changed.
Nagase Kiyoko wrote poetry for 65 years. She never called herself a
‘professional poet’, but referred to herself as ‘a useless woman’. She
was a farmer, and wrote her poetry at the kitchen table before dawn,
while her children and husband were asleep upstairs. Because of her
sensual and cosmic verse, Nagase Kiyoko is considered by many
Japanese women poets to be the “Grandmother” of modern poetry.
Just a short reading of her verse goes deeply into the heart of the
reader. She is ageless in her verse. She died on her 89th birthday.