Pulitzerr Prize Wiinner Ajaytao Authors: Alice Walkerr   Formats: PDF   Ids:  Fantastic Ficction,Barnes && Noble,Gooddreads,Skoobb,FictionDB,Google,Amazoon.com,Doubaan Books,07043339056  Tags:  General Fictiion      Alice Waalker’s massterpiece, aa powerful novel of coourage in tthe face off oppression Celie haas grown upp in rural GGeorgia, naavigating a childhood of ceaseleess abuse. NNot only is sshe poor annd despisedd by the soociety arounnd her, shee’s badly trreated by hher family. AAs a teenagger she beggins writing letters directly to GGod in an attempt to transcennd a life that often seeems too mmuch to beaar. Her letters span twwenty yearrs and recoord a journney of self-discovery aand empowwerment thhrough thee guiding ligght of a feww strong woomen and hher own immplacable wwill to find harmony wwith herself and her home. The Colloor Purple’ss deeply insspirational narrative, coupled wwith Walkerr’s prodigioous talent as a stylist aand storyteeller, have made the nnovel a conntemporaryy classic off Americaan letters. This eboook featurees an illustrrated biogrraphy of Allice Walkerr including rare photoos from thee author’s personal coollection. Ajaytao Review "The Color Purple has been read and reread by millions. Forget lilac, mauve and lavendar: this is the royal purple." The Times From the Back Cover [Banner] Now a Tony Award-Winning Broadway Musical The Color Purple is the story of two sisters—one a missionary to Africa and the other a child wife living in the South—who remain loyal to one another across time, distance, and silence. Beautifully imagined and deeply compassionate, this classic of American literature is rich with passion, pain, inspiration, and an indomitable love of life. "Intense emotional impact . . . Indelibly affecting . . . Alice Walker is a lavishly gifted writer."—*The New York Times Book Review "Places Walker in the company of Faulkner."—The Nation "Superb . . . A work to stand beside literature of any time and place."—San FranciscoChronicle "The Color Purple is an American novel of permanent importance."—Newsweek "Marvelous characters . . . A story of revelation . . . One of the great books of our time."--Essence* [banner] Winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award [bio] Bestselling novelist Alice Walker is also the author of three collections of short stories, three collections of essays, six volumes of poetry and several children's books. Her books have been translated into more than two dozen languages. Born in Eatonton, Georgia, Walker now lives in northern California. Ajaytao The Color Purple Alice Walker TotheSpirit: Withoutwhoseassistance Neitherthisbook NorI Wouldhavebeen Written. Showmehowtodolikeyou Showmehowtodoit. —STEVIEWONDER Preface WHATEVERELSE The Color Purple has been taken for during the years since its publication, it remains for me the theological work examining the journey from the religious back to the spiritual that I spent much of my adult life, prior to writing it, seeking to avoid. Having recognized myself as a worshiper of Nature by the age of eleven, because my spirit resolutely wanderedoutthewindowtofindtreesandwindduringSundaysermons,Isawnoreasonwhy,oncefree,Ishouldbother withreligiousmattersatall. I would have thought that a book that begins “Dear God” would immediately have been identified as a book about the desire to encounter, to hear from, the Ultimate Ancestor. Perhaps it is a sign of our times that this was infrequently the case. Or perhaps it is the pagan transformation of God from patriarchal male supremacist into trees, stars, wind, and everythingelse,thatcamouflagedformanyreadersthebook’sintent:toexplorethedifficultpathofsomeonewhostarts out in life already a spiritual captive, but who, through her own courage and the help of others, breaks free into the realizationthatshe,likeNatureitself,isaradiantexpressionoftheheretoforeperceivedasquitedistantDivine. If it is true that it is what we run from that chases us, then The Color Purple (this color that is always a surprise but is everywhere in nature) is the book that ran me down while I sat with my back to it in a field. Without the Great Mystery’s word coming from any Sunday sermon or through any human mouth, there I heard and saw it moving in beauty across thegrassyhills. No one is exempt from the possibility of a conscious connection to All That Is. Not the poor. Not the suffering. Not the writer sitting in the open field. This is the book in which I was able to express a new spiritual awareness, a rebirth into strong feelings of Oneness I realized I had experienced and taken for granted as a child; a chance for me as well as the main character, Celie, to encounter That Which Is Beyond Understanding But Not Beyond Loving and to say: I see and hearyouclearly,GreatMystery,nowthatIexpecttoseeandhearyoueverywhereIam,whichistherightplace. YoubetternotnevertellnobodybutGod.It’dkillyourmammy. DEARGOD, I am fourteen years old. I am I have always been a good girl. Maybe you can give me a sign letting me know what is happeningtome. Last spring after little Lucious come I heard them fussing. He was pulling on her arm. She say It too soon, Fonso, I ain’t well. Finally he leave her alone. A week go by, he pulling on her arm again. She say Naw, I ain’t gonna. Can’t you see I’m alreadyhalfdead,anallofthesechilren. She went to visit her sister doctor over Macon. Left me to see after the others. He never had a kine word to say to me. Just say You gonna do what your mammy wouldn’t. First he put his thing up gainst my hip and sort of wiggle it around. Then he grab hold my titties. Then he push his thing inside my pussy. When that hurt, I cry. He start to choke me, saying Youbettershutupandgitusedtoit. But I don’t never git used to it. And now I feels sick every time I be the one to cook. My mama she fuss at me an look at me.Shehappy,causehegoodtohernow.Buttoosicktolastlong. DEARGOD, My mama dead. She die screaming and cussing. She scream at me. She cuss at me. I’m big. I can’t move fast enough. By timeIgitbackfromthewell,thewaterbewarm.BytimeIgitthetrayreadythefoodbecold.BytimeIgitallthechildren ready for school it be dinner time. He don’t say nothing. He set there by the bed holding her hand an cryin, talking bout don’tleaveme,don’tgo. SheastmeboutthefirstoneWhoseitis?IsayGod’s.Idon’tknownoothermanorwhatelsetosay.WhenIstarttohurt and then my stomach start moving and then that little baby come out my pussy chewing on it fist you could have knock meoverwithafeather. Don’tnobodycomeseeus. Shegotsickeransicker. FinallysheastWhereitis? IsayGodtookit. Hetookit.HetookitwhileIwassleeping.Kiltitoutthereinthewoods.Killthisonetoo,ifhecan. DEARGOD, Heactlikehecan’tstandmenomore.SayI’mevilanalwaysuptonogood.Hetookmyotherlittlebaby,aboythistime. But I don’t think he kilt it. I think he sold it to a man an his wife over Monticello. I got breasts full of milk running down myself.HesayWhydon’tyoulookdecent?Putonsomething.ButwhatI’msposedtoputon?Idon’thavenothing. I keep hoping he fine somebody to marry. I see him looking at my little sister. She scared. But I say I’ll take care of you. WithGodhelp.