Tonight is that the last of the night shift, yay! Over the week, I've managed to finish the Bill Bryson book and this one by Zadie Smith. It had been a very enjoyable read.
I puzzled why it absolutely was known as "On Beauty". I thought about "beauty" from many angles.
Most superficially, beauty as in appearance and size. It absolutely was fascinating how Smith mentioned every woman's size, the girls's own view of beauty, with creating some comments to what society call beauty. I believed it absolutely was intriguing how the African/ black women all had completely different view on size and beauty in line with, if you prefer, how white they are on the inside. That's, the a lot of ethnically connected, the less that lady was inclined to value being skinny, having big breasts and spherical bottom, as beautiful. Kiki, the most female character was obese nevertheless constantly being described as being lovely, even by other women. The beauties within the paintings brought up in the book would be judged as obese by these days's society. Nevertheless these paintings are the lifetime works of men, yet additional men devote a life time to study. They're valued by today's society, within the millions. How conflicting and incongruous. What's the quality of beauty would society have us believe?
There is the concept of "beauty" being innocence. Within the story, Levi was taken by the plight of the Haitians and poverty in general. Despite being a middle classed suburbana teenager, he found himself fighting, even, in the end, doubtless sacrificing his future, for a people whom, superficially, don't have anything in common with. It absolutely was purely recognising that those in poverty were made of the same essence as himself. That was sufficient "glue" to stay him to them. He has no different redeeming quality, yet, I believed his naivety beautiful. How several folks will offer up therefore a lot of, for something therefore distant.
Next I come to the beauty of strength. If I had written this book and known as it On Beauty, it might be because of Kiki. Obese. Black. Menopausal. How does a girl, whose belly hangs over the elastics of leggings, that spreads beyond the handles of a seat, be stunning? By being kind, generous, genuine. She is that the mother - to her youngsters, her husband and her friends. In putting the wants of others in front of her own, she is the "looker - after-er". Perhaps it is this reason she forgave her husband's infidelities. However a genuine entitlement to being herself led her to each sense and specific the betrayal and disappointment she felt. Yes, "entitlement to be yourself". I very liked that expression. One needs to be taught that we tend to are all entitled to be ourselves. It is a God given right. Otherwise He wouldn't have created us the manner we are. Because we are allowed to be ourselves, we tend to are allowed to be possessive of the love of our lives, and feel hurt and jealousy. It's something I have nonetheless to be told myself. I live within the shadow of what others deem beautiful. It is the root of my problem. Maybe that's why I know, at least on the intellectual level, that I am not beautiful.
The natural query then, would be, how will one feel beautiful? How will one notice the entitlement of being oneself? From the book, I would recommend "belonging" - the sense of belonging that one is not alone, one is validated by others in that group. Maybe it solely reflects my very own lack of belonging that I notice the book raises this issue. In many ways in which, I assume the characters within the book are all seeking their belonging, their identity. Clearly family is one place where one can feel accepted. After all, blood is thicker than water, thus the old saying goes. This unspeakable bond generally solely emerges when the storm of life blows through. However what interested me was Levi's sense of comraderie in suffering within the book. It is maybe through the lense of youth that the sweetness of humanity comes into sharper focus.
It leads onto a less prominent plan of beauty - the wonder of justice. I suppose I shouldn't say precisely what happened as a result of it is a bit of climax of the book. How do you fix poverty? If a poor man steals to feed his family, regardless, it's scorned by society. Voting for Hilary or Obama, would that fix it? One finds that answer through history, I would have thought. Maybe social justice is as elusive as beauty, alluring yet unattainable. But, I do not, for one minute, advocate complacency. Abundant like my theory on suffering, I assume maybe the enigma of it, the unattainability of it, drives us to constantly strive for justice, for beauty. For, maybe, beauty is aware of no bounds.
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