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HarperCollins (paper) (1969), Edition: 1ST, Paperback, 240 pages
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Originally published in 1923, Cane is a literary masterpiece of the Harlem Renaissance. The growing interest in African-American literature that began in the1960's led to the rediscovery of earlier African-American writers, oneof whom is Jean Toomer, author of Cane. Itis an innovative literary work part drama, part poetry, part fiction.
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LibraryThing member nymith
Cane is a slim work of fiction that defies category, interspersing poetry with prose in a willfully modernist style that facinates for its seeming innocence, as if Jean Toomer had no idea just how strange his writing was. Darwin T. Turner, in his introduction to the Norton "Liveright" edition,
The book is divided into three parts, bound together by focusing on the lives of black men and women; their scorched emotions juxtaposed with depictions of the landscapes around them, the latter described in a sensuous style reminiscent of D. H. Lawrence.
Part 1 is in the agrarian setting of rural Georgia. It's grim stuff, verging on southern gothic; a world of religious obsession, fear, sudden violence and extensive bigotry. The stories focus on the lives of women; men are seen only in relation to women who've gone into a hibernation of feeling or sold themselves for an easier time of it. Names and phrases thread between the sketches, tying together into a cohesive look at a poor, closed off sawmill town. There are moments later when the author's voice becomes slightly shrill in its depiction of race relations, but this first segment is universal in its portrayal of the numbness induced by suffering and deprivation. The poems are left to become the only refuge (and that rarely) of tenderness in Cane.
Part 2, written primarily to lengthen the book, takes to the north and the city. For the clearest example of the change in the writing, just compare the first lines of each segment. Part 1: "Men had always wanted her, this Karintha, even as a child, Karintha carrying beauty, perfect as dusk when the sun goes down." Part 2: "Seventh Street is a bastard of Prohibition and the War." Part 2 takes up the props and scenery of the Jazz Age, focusing attention on the lives of men, moving at a swift pace and leaning on dialogue and stream-of-conciousness. At times, Toomer experiments with the drama format to depict what the characters are thinking underneath their interactions (later on, Eugene O'Neill would incorporate that technique into his play Strange Interlude). Though the northern characters are materially better off, they still struggle to understand one another, locked so deeply in their minds that they cannot act...
Part 3 is built rather loosely in the form of a play, centering around the character of Ralph Kabnis, a northerner come to teach in Georgia, bringing Cane back to where it started. Gothic elements return with a silent old man living in a basement, the outsider Lewis who is viewed with suspicion, the memories of brutal racial murders and Kabnis' own violence. Kabnis is a coward, too frightened to act except in the spontaneous slaughter of chickens. He hides from his demons, raving, wearing a mask of superiority and despising the quiet, watchful Lewis. This segment draws heavily on dialogue and a negro dialect which is rather taxing to read but not half so incomprehensible as the Roxy-narrated chapters of Twain's Pudd'nhead Wilson. And while the character of Kabnis is impossible to like, his story, and thus the "novel" that Cane isn't, end on a deeply haunting note.
A quick word about the poetry, which ranges in style from the structure of gospel lyric to the unrhymed techniques typical of modernists. The poems form bridges around and between each sketch, sometimes standing alone and sometimes used to create emphasis. There are moments when one phrase will overlap with an ambivalent cut-in:
Words form in the eyes of the dwarf:
Do not shrink. Do not be afraid of me.
Jesus
See how my eyes look at you.
the Son of God
I too was made in His image.
was once-
I give you the rose.
Muriel, tight in her revulsion, sees black, and daintily reaches for the offering. As her hand touches it, Dan springs up from his seat and shouts:
"JESUS WAS ONCE A LEPER!"
Yes, Cane is historically important as one of the earliest works of the Harlem Renaissance and as a modernist experiment, but that's window-dressing. It is a grim and challenging work, but if you're prepared, it's also rewarding. It's a brief series of visions: sharp, unsettling and fascinating, possessing a somber sense of beauty. A book to savor.
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focuses on the racial implications and quotes Toomer on the same. This view is reasonable but somewhat myopic. Toomer's prose is invaded by poems, lyrics, and drama; most of the prose ignores the traditional beginning, middle and end of a "story" and functions closer to prose poems or spontaneous tales. Cane is meant to be listened to; you are meant to concentrate as if in the presence of an oral storyteller.The book is divided into three parts, bound together by focusing on the lives of black men and women; their scorched emotions juxtaposed with depictions of the landscapes around them, the latter described in a sensuous style reminiscent of D. H. Lawrence.
Part 1 is in the agrarian setting of rural Georgia. It's grim stuff, verging on southern gothic; a world of religious obsession, fear, sudden violence and extensive bigotry. The stories focus on the lives of women; men are seen only in relation to women who've gone into a hibernation of feeling or sold themselves for an easier time of it. Names and phrases thread between the sketches, tying together into a cohesive look at a poor, closed off sawmill town. There are moments later when the author's voice becomes slightly shrill in its depiction of race relations, but this first segment is universal in its portrayal of the numbness induced by suffering and deprivation. The poems are left to become the only refuge (and that rarely) of tenderness in Cane.
Part 2, written primarily to lengthen the book, takes to the north and the city. For the clearest example of the change in the writing, just compare the first lines of each segment. Part 1: "Men had always wanted her, this Karintha, even as a child, Karintha carrying beauty, perfect as dusk when the sun goes down." Part 2: "Seventh Street is a bastard of Prohibition and the War." Part 2 takes up the props and scenery of the Jazz Age, focusing attention on the lives of men, moving at a swift pace and leaning on dialogue and stream-of-conciousness. At times, Toomer experiments with the drama format to depict what the characters are thinking underneath their interactions (later on, Eugene O'Neill would incorporate that technique into his play Strange Interlude). Though the northern characters are materially better off, they still struggle to understand one another, locked so deeply in their minds that they cannot act...
Part 3 is built rather loosely in the form of a play, centering around the character of Ralph Kabnis, a northerner come to teach in Georgia, bringing Cane back to where it started. Gothic elements return with a silent old man living in a basement, the outsider Lewis who is viewed with suspicion, the memories of brutal racial murders and Kabnis' own violence. Kabnis is a coward, too frightened to act except in the spontaneous slaughter of chickens. He hides from his demons, raving, wearing a mask of superiority and despising the quiet, watchful Lewis. This segment draws heavily on dialogue and a negro dialect which is rather taxing to read but not half so incomprehensible as the Roxy-narrated chapters of Twain's Pudd'nhead Wilson. And while the character of Kabnis is impossible to like, his story, and thus the "novel" that Cane isn't, end on a deeply haunting note.
A quick word about the poetry, which ranges in style from the structure of gospel lyric to the unrhymed techniques typical of modernists. The poems form bridges around and between each sketch, sometimes standing alone and sometimes used to create emphasis. There are moments when one phrase will overlap with an ambivalent cut-in:
Words form in the eyes of the dwarf:
Do not shrink. Do not be afraid of me.
Jesus
See how my eyes look at you.
the Son of God
I too was made in His image.
was once-
I give you the rose.
Muriel, tight in her revulsion, sees black, and daintily reaches for the offering. As her hand touches it, Dan springs up from his seat and shouts:
"JESUS WAS ONCE A LEPER!"
Yes, Cane is historically important as one of the earliest works of the Harlem Renaissance and as a modernist experiment, but that's window-dressing. It is a grim and challenging work, but if you're prepared, it's also rewarding. It's a brief series of visions: sharp, unsettling and fascinating, possessing a somber sense of beauty. A book to savor.
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LibraryThing member AnnieMod
Well, this was different. The Library of America calls this a novel and maybe under some definition of a modernist novel, it may qualify. I don't read the modernists (or I do very rarely anyway) and I need my novels to have a structure or at least a plot. Although after having read that, I realize
The book is a mix of poems, stories, vignettes and even a mix of a play and a story at the very end. All the pieces have the same main topic - the life of African Americans in a world designed and ran by the whites. And Toomer takes a circular route into the topic - he starts with the South (Georgia), moves north (Washington) and then sends a northern man south to close the circle back in rural Georgia. And while this cycle ties the different texts together, it also highlighted the difference between the different parts.
The first one, the one set in the South reads like one of those stories that evolve around a fireplace - a mix of poetry and small stories and portraits of people and places, with repetitions inside of the same story and between stories. It sounds like a sing-song, even the parts that are obviously prose. Not all of those stories are nice, most of them are not but they all work as a whole and paints an image of a land steeped in legends and superstitions.
And as lyrical as that first part is, the second one pulls you out and throws you into the emerging jazz era of the big city. The same mix of prose and poetry reads very very differently and it loses the magic of the legends. It was intentional I think - it was supposed to show the new world but for some reason it sounded more crude and disjointed than a real counterpart of the first part.
And then comes the (almost) play, "Kabnis". A Northern black teacher moves to Georgia to teach and finds a community in the middle of a change. The lyrical language of the first part is back but now mixed with something else. The start is rough in the same way the very beginning of the novel is but once you get used to the dialect and the rhythm of the play/story, it slowly turns into the best part of the whole book. It is not just a play, there are parts of it which cannot be set on stage but using the play format allows the author not to look for scene transitions and connections and to set the acts he wants to.
Tradition meets jazz (and the new world), racism meets love and women meеt men -- most of the pieces deal with at least one of these pairs; the ones that do not deal with just one side of a pair. And somewhere under all these diverse stories and poems emerges a portrait of a time, told by a voice of someone who belongs to the Jazz era but lives outside of it.
At the end I liked this more than I expected to. I came into it with very low expectations - modernist fiction rarely works for me. And it took awhile for me to warm up to it. I still do not find the style appealing but I am happy I read this one.
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that if a structure is enough, then this indeed may be a novel. But that will also be true for linked stories collections. Or maybe I should stop trying to find a box to fit it under and just talk about the book. The book is a mix of poems, stories, vignettes and even a mix of a play and a story at the very end. All the pieces have the same main topic - the life of African Americans in a world designed and ran by the whites. And Toomer takes a circular route into the topic - he starts with the South (Georgia), moves north (Washington) and then sends a northern man south to close the circle back in rural Georgia. And while this cycle ties the different texts together, it also highlighted the difference between the different parts.
The first one, the one set in the South reads like one of those stories that evolve around a fireplace - a mix of poetry and small stories and portraits of people and places, with repetitions inside of the same story and between stories. It sounds like a sing-song, even the parts that are obviously prose. Not all of those stories are nice, most of them are not but they all work as a whole and paints an image of a land steeped in legends and superstitions.
And as lyrical as that first part is, the second one pulls you out and throws you into the emerging jazz era of the big city. The same mix of prose and poetry reads very very differently and it loses the magic of the legends. It was intentional I think - it was supposed to show the new world but for some reason it sounded more crude and disjointed than a real counterpart of the first part.
And then comes the (almost) play, "Kabnis". A Northern black teacher moves to Georgia to teach and finds a community in the middle of a change. The lyrical language of the first part is back but now mixed with something else. The start is rough in the same way the very beginning of the novel is but once you get used to the dialect and the rhythm of the play/story, it slowly turns into the best part of the whole book. It is not just a play, there are parts of it which cannot be set on stage but using the play format allows the author not to look for scene transitions and connections and to set the acts he wants to.
Tradition meets jazz (and the new world), racism meets love and women meеt men -- most of the pieces deal with at least one of these pairs; the ones that do not deal with just one side of a pair. And somewhere under all these diverse stories and poems emerges a portrait of a time, told by a voice of someone who belongs to the Jazz era but lives outside of it.
At the end I liked this more than I expected to. I came into it with very low expectations - modernist fiction rarely works for me. And it took awhile for me to warm up to it. I still do not find the style appealing but I am happy I read this one.
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LibraryThing member gazzy
Poetic prose stories of America written by a star of the Harlem Renaissance.
LibraryThing member AlCracka
A wonderful, magisterial voice - at its best, up there with Whitman - but young and unfinished. It has that explosive, tightrope feel of some early works by brilliant writers. It's known as the first important Black novel of the Harlem Renaissance, which is funny because it's not a novel and Toomer
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liked to insist he wasn't Black. It's hard to see which he hated and feared the most - women or himself. Show Less
LibraryThing member mojomomma
A collection of short stories about black life in the early 20th century, written by a man who sometimes passed as white during his life! The information at the end of the book about how Toomer dealt with race was quite interesting.
LibraryThing member Dreesie
It took me 10 days to read this short book. It includes poems, short vignettes about (fictional?) women (which annoyed me, because why?), and then 2 short stories. There does not seem to be a common setting, but it's not clear that it's more specific than "in the south". The two short stories were
But I am done. 1001 books read #173.
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difficult—the dialect is unlike any I have tried to read before (for example, "y" is "you"). I think these stories would be much more effective if performed—the difficulty of the confusing dialogue stream would be made obvious, and I think the dialect is easier to understand if pronounced. I chose to read/pronounce "y" as a sort of combination of "yuh" and "yeh", but quick.But I am done. 1001 books read #173.
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LibraryThing member jonfaith
If you have heard a Jewish cantor sing, if he has touched you and made your own sorrow seem trivial when compared with his, you will know my feeling when I follow the curves of her profile, like mobile rivers, to their common delta.
I find it impossible this morning to attempt comment on a lynching
This book was recommended to me about 10 years ago by a childhood friend. That friend was entitled to his own weary blues.
I find it impossible this morning to attempt comment on a lynching
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or a literary reflection thereof. Despite my tone deaf groaning as of late about dialect, the final parable in this tome touched me. Earnest. Cane is a modernist mélange of prose and verse. A Biblical air is present but the motivations are Freudian. This book was recommended to me about 10 years ago by a childhood friend. That friend was entitled to his own weary blues.
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LibraryThing member Ghost_Boy
Interesting novel. It's a modernist novel. Can't really think of much to say other than I liked the writing.
LibraryThing member mykl-s
Hard poems to read. Important stories.
LibraryThing member RickGeissal
I was fascinated by parts of the book, not by others; but I cannot judge Jean Toomer who won praise for this.
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Original language
English
Original publication date
1923
Physical description
240 p.; 7.5 inches
ISBN
0060830875 / 9780060830878
Local notes
Perennial Classic