Hello, internet! And welcome to the most spirited season of them all. March. Whoo.
At the end of chapter 4 in Black Boy, Richard writes a rather morose piece of poetry about a girl who commits suicide. He loves the feeling of writing it, but doesn’t really knwo what to do with it after he is finished. So he does what any hormonal boy in the midst of puberty and emotional isolation would do. He pulls it out and shows it to the girl across the street.
But of course you already know all that. The question is why does he feel tingly and warm after pulling it out and showing it to the girl across the street? By the way, this is as far as I’m going to go with my half-baked innuendo.
As I said before, Richard is emotionally isolated. His mother is not capable of “being there for him”, his grandma and creepy aunt hate his guts for being a heathen, and his classmates in school are emotionally gum and blah. Richard has not really been allowed to create, and when he does no one cares.
So when Richard creates something moderately nifty (the piece of writing), he NEEDS to show it to someone. And he does. The girl across the street. She thinks it’s weird and all, and is a little stunned that malnutritioned, boring little Ricky has created something cool. She shows this, and Richard is happy. Someone appreciates his creation. He is recognized for making. That is why he feels good.
End of line.
No comments:
Post a Comment