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Title of document: Feminism in Late 20th Century American Literature: Black Feminism in Alice Walker's The Color Purple. Name of course: Bachelor Thesis. PDF | On Jan 8, , Ainahimla Himlay and others published DOWNLOAD [PDF ] The Color Purple by Alice Walker (Paperback). Alice Walker's third novel, The Color Purple, won both the Pulitzer Prize and the American Book Award for Fiction. Written in an epistolary form, it is.

After she dies, Samuel and Nettie decide to get married and Adam marries Tashi, an Olinkan woman and they all return to America. Meanwhile, Celie leaves Mr. Here they live in Shug's house. She makes a good living with singing and Celie starts to sew pants, first for Shug, then finally makes a business out of this hobby. But as Celie is away for some time to look after the house she has inheritted from her stepfather, Shug leaves her to have an affair with a 19 year old boy which whom she travels around to the Southwest to visit Shug's grown-up children.

Celie stays in her house, forgives and becomes friends with Mr. Before and when Shug comes back, she is very happy with her friends and her sewing. At the end, the last thing to make her life perfect, her sister and her children, come home to her even if she had received a telegram saying that their ship had been sunk a long time ago.

Characters Celie: The main character of the book has a very hard life. She was abused as a child, had to give up her two children and went right from one bad situation to another, suffering through a loveless marriage, the only happiness being Shug Avery, with whom she falls in love and who learns her how to be as strong and woman. In the beginning, Celie is weak and poor, but after she had lived with Shug, she is beautiful and indepentent adn able to forgive her husband for all the abuse.

Nettie: Celie's sister has chosen an easier life, sheltered from the abuse her older sister has lived through. She was always good at school and in learning and teached Celie when her stepfather didn't allow her to go to school anymore because of her pregnancy. Nettie has lived in Africa as a missionary and brought up her niece and nephew, whom she always saw as her own children.

He loved Shug Avery through his whole life and even had children with her, but was so controlled by his father so that he couldn't marry her. He always hit Celie, for the only reason that she wasn't Shug or like her. He has kids, but isn't a very good father. I think Celie calls him Mr. She doesn't even know his Christian name for a long time. Only in the end, when they become friends, she calls him Albert in her letters.

The in his name is there to represent how Celie doesn't know anything abour him. Shug Avery: Mr. Squeak, a mixed-race woman and Sheriff Hodges' illegitimate niece, attempts to blackmail the sheriff into releasing Sofia, resulting in her being raped by her uncle. Squeak cares for Sofia's children while she is incarcerated, and the two women develop a friendship. Sofia is eventually released and begins working for Miss Millie, which she detests.

Despite being newly married to a man called Grady, Shug instigates a sexual relationship with Celie on her next visit. One night Shug asks Celie about her sister, and Shug helps Celie recover letters from Nettie that Mister has been hiding from her for decades.

The letters indicate that Nettie befriended a missionary couple, Samuel and Corrine, the well-dressed woman that Celie saw in the store, whom Nettie eventually accompanied to Africa to do missionary work.

Samuel and Corrine have unwittingly adopted both Adam and Olivia. Corrine, noticing that her adopted children resemble Nettie, wonders if Samuel fathered the children with her. Increasingly suspicious, Corrine tries to limit Nettie's role in her family. Through her letters, Nettie reveals that she has become disillusioned with her missionary work.

Corrine becomes ill with a fever. Nettie asks Samuel to tell her how he adopted Olivia and Adam. Realizing that Adam and Olivia are Celie's children, Nettie then learns that Alphonso is actually her and Celie's stepfather. Their biological father was a store owner whom white men lynched because they resented his success.

She also learns that their mother suffered a mental collapse after the death of her husband and that Alphonso exploited the situation in order to control their mother's considerable wealth. Nettie confesses to Samuel and Corrine that she is in fact the children's biological aunt. The gravely ill Corrine refuses to believe her until Nettie reminds her of her previous encounter with Celie in the store. Later, Corrine dies, finally having accepted Nettie's story.

Meanwhile, Celie visits Alphonso, who confirms Nettie's story. Celie begins to lose some of her faith in God, which she confides to Shug, who explains to Celie her own unique religious philosophy.

Shug showed Celie that God is everywhere in the nature that surrounds us. Shug made Celie realize that God was present everywhere. Celie, having had enough of her husband's abuse, decides to leave Mister along with Shug and Squeak, who is considering a singing career of her own. Celie puts a curse on Mister before leaving him for good. Celie settles in Tennessee and supports herself as a seamstress.

She learns that Mister, suffering from a considerable decline in fortunes after Celie left him, has changed dramatically and Celie begins to call him by his first name, Albert. Albert proposes that they marry "in the spirit as well as in the flesh," but Celie declines. Alphonso dies, Celie inherits his land, and moves back into her childhood home. Around this time, Shug falls in love with Germaine, a member of her band, and this news crushes Celie.

Shug travels with Germaine, all the while writing postcards to Celie. Celie pledges to love Shug even if Shug does not love her back. Meanwhile, Nettie and Samuel marry and prepare to return to America. Before they leave, Adam marries Tashi, an African girl. Following an African tradition, Tashi undergoes the painful rituals of female circumcision and facial scarring. In solidarity, Adam undergoes the same facial scarring ritual.

Just after Celie realizes that she is content in her life without Shug, Shug returns, having ended things with Germaine. Nettie and Celie embrace, having not seen each other for over 30 years. They introduce one another to their respective families as the novel ends.

Critical reception[ edit ] The Color Purple won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in , making Walker the first black woman to win the prize. It is 17th on the American Library Association 's list of most frequently challenged or banned books. He ain't so bad looking. Tall and skinny, black like his mama, with great big bug eyes. Where yall see each other? I see her in church, he say.

She see me outdoors. She like you? I don't know. I wink at her. She act like she scared to look. Where her daddy at while all this going on? Amen corner, he say. She coming with her orkestra.

She going to sing in the Lucky Star out on Coalman road. He dress all up in front the glass, look at himself, then undress and dress all over again. He slick back his hair with pomade, then wash it out again. He been spitting on his shoes and hitting it with a quick rag. He tell me. Wash this. Iron that. Look for this. Look for that. Find this. Find that. He groan over holes in his sock. I move round darning and ironing, finding hanskers. Anything happening? Just trying to git some of the hick farmer off myself.

Any other woman be glad. I'm is glad, I say. You looks nice, I say. Any woman be proud. You think so? First time he ast me. I'm so surprise, by time I say Yeah, he out on the porch, trying to shave where the light better. I walk round all day with the announcement burning a hole in my pocket.

It pink. The trees tween the turn off to our road and the store is lit up with them. He got bout five dozen in his trunk. Shug Avery standing upside a piano, elbow crook, hand on her hip. She wearing a hat like Indian Chiefs. Her mouth open showing all her teef and don't nothing seem to be troubling her mind.

Come one, come all, it say. The Queen Honeybee is back in town. Lord, I wants to go so bad. Not to dance. Not to drink. Not to play card. Not even to hear Shug Avery sing. I just be thankful to lay eyes on her.

Shug Avery in town for the weekend. He stagger in, throw himself on the bed. He tired. He sad. He weak. He cry. Then he sleep the rest of the day and all night. He wake up while I'm in the field. I been chopping cotton three hours by time he come.

Us don't say nothing to each other.

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But I got a million question to ast. What she wear? Is she still the same old Shug, like in my picture? How her hair is? What kind lipstick? She stout? She skinny? She sound well? Where you all children at while she singing all over the place? Do she miss 'em? Questions be running back and forth through my mind. Feel like snakes. I pray for strength, bite the insides of my jaws. He chop bout three chops then he don't chop again.

He drop the hoe in the furrow, turn right back on his heel, walk back to the house, go git him a cool drink of water, git his pipe, sit on the porch and stare. I follow cause I think he sick. Then he say. You better git on back to the field. Don't wait for me. Every day his daddy git up, sit on the porch, look out at nothing.

Sometime look at the trees out front the house. Look at a butterfly if it light on the rail. Drink a little water in the day. A little wine in the evening. But mostly never move. Harpo complain bout all the plowing he have to do. His daddy say. You gonna do it. Harpo nearly big as his daddy. He strong in body but weak in will. He scared. Me and him out in the field all day.

Us sweat, chopping and plowing. I'm roasted coffee bean color now. He black as the inside of a chimney. His eyes be sad and thoughtful. His face begin to look like a woman face. Why you don't work no more? No reason for me to. You here, aint you? He say this nasty. Harpos feeling be hurt. Plus, he still in love. Harpo been courting the girl a while. He say he sit in the parlor with her, the daddy sit right there in the corner till everybody feel terrible. Then he go sit on the porch in front the open door where he can hear everything.

Nine o'clock come, he bring Harpo his hat. Why I'm not good enough? Harpo ast Mr.

Your mammy. Harpo say. What wrong with my mammy? Somebody kill her. Harpo be trouble with nightmares. He see his mama running cross the pasture trying to git home. She got Harpo by the hand. They both running and running. He grab hold of her shoulder, say.

You can't quit me now. You mine. No I ain't. My place is with my children. Whore, you ain't got no place. He shoot her in the stomach. She fall down. The man run.

Harpo grab her in his arms, put her head in his lap. He start to call. Mama, Mama. It wake me up. The other children, too. They cry like they mama just die.

Harpo come to, shaking. I light the lamp and stand over him, patting his back. It not her fault somebody kill her, he say. It not! Naw, I say. It not. Everybody say how good I is to Mr. I be good to them. But I don't feel nothing for them. Patting Harpo back not even like patting a dog. It more like patting another piece of wood. Not a living tree, but a table, a chifferobe.

Anyhow, they don't love me neither, no matter how good I is. They don't mind. Cept for Harpo they won't work. The girls face always to the road. Bub be out all times of night drinking with boys twice his age. They daddy puff on his pipe. Harpo tell me all his love business now.

His mind on Sofia Butler day and night. She pretty, he tell me. Bright skin. She smart too though, I think. Sometime us can git her away from her daddy. I know right then the next thing I hear, she be big. If she so smart how come she big? Harpo shrug. She can't git out the house no other way, he say. Say I'm not good enough to come in his parlor.

But if she big I got a right to be with her, good enough or no. Where yall gon stay? They got a big place, he say. When us marry I'll be just like one of the family. Humph, I say. Harpo look trouble. Talk to Mr. He your daddy. Maybe he got some good advice. Maybe not. Harpo bring her over to meet his daddy. I see 'em coming way off up the road. They be just marching, hand in hand, like going to war. She in front a little.

They come up on the porch, I speak and move some chairs closer to the railing. She sit down and start to fan herself with a hansker. It sure is hot, she say. He just look her up and down. She bout seven or eight months pregnant, bout to bust out her dress. Harpo so black he think she bright, but she ain't that bright. Clear medium brown skin, gleam on it like on good furniture.

Hair notty but a lot of it, tied up on her head in a mass of plaits. She not quite as tall as Harpo but much bigger, and strong and ruddy looking, like her mama brought her up on pork. How you, Mr. He don't answer the question. Look like you done got yourself in trouble. Naw suh, she say. I ain't in no trouble. Big, though. She smooth the wrinkles over her stomach with the flats of her hands.

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Who the father? She look surprise. How he know that? He know. Young womens no good these days, he say. Got they legs open to every Tom, Dick and Harry. Harpo look at his daddy like he never seen him before.

But he don't say nothing. No need to think I'm gon let my boy marry you just cause you in the family way. He young and limited. Pretty gal like you could put anything over on him. Harpo still don't say nothing. Sofia face git more ruddy.

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The skin move back on her forehead. Her ears raise. But she laugh. She glance at Harpo sitting there with his head down and his hands tween his knees. What I need to marry Harpo for? He still living here with you. What food and clothes he git, you download. Your daddy done throwed you out. Ready to live in the street I guess. She say, Naw. I ain't living in the street.

I'm living with my sister and her husband. They say I can live with them for the rest of my life. She stand up, big, strong, healthy girl, and she say.

Well, nice visiting. I'm going home. Harpo get up to come too. She say, Naw, Harpo, you stay here. When you free, me and the baby be waiting. He sort of hang there between them a while, then he sit down again. I look at her face real quick then, and seem like a shadow go cross it.

Then she say to me, Mrs. The bucket on the shelf right there on the porch. I git a clean glass out the safe and dip her up some water. She drink it down, almost in one swallow. Then she run her hands over her belly again and she take off. Look like the army change direction, and she heading off to catch up.

Harpo never git up from his chair. Him and his daddy sit there and sit there and sit there. They never talk. They never move. Finally I have supper and go to bed. I git up in the morning it feel like they still sitting there. But Harpo be in the outhouse, Mr. They got married in Sofia sister house.

Sister's husband stand up with Harpo. Other sister sneak way from home to stand up with Sofia. Another sister come to hold the baby. Say he cry right through the service, his mama stop everything to nurse him. Finish saying I do with a big ole nursing boy in her arms. Harpo fix up the little creek house for him and his family.

But it sound. Got windows now, a porch, back door.

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Plus it cool and green down by the creek. He ast me to make some curtains and I make some out of flower sack. It not big, but it homey. Got a bed, a dresser, a looking glass, and some chairs.

Cookstove for cooking and heating, too. Harpo daddy give him wages for working now. He say Harpo wasn't working hard like he should. Maybe little money goose his interest. Harpo told me.

Miss Celie, I'm going on strike. On what? I ain't going to work. And he don't. He come to the field, pull two ears of corn, let the birds and weevil eat two hundred. Us don't make nothing much this year. But now Sofia coming, he always busy. He chop, he hammer, he plow. He sing and whistle. Sofia look half her size.

But she still a big strong girl. Arms got muscle. Legs, too. She swing that baby about like it nothing.

She got a little pot on her now and give you the feeling she all there. Like if she sit down on something, it be mash. She tell Harpo, Hold the baby, while she come back in the house with me to git some thread. She making some sheets. He take the baby, give it a kiss, chuck it under the chin.

Grin, look up on the porch at his daddy. Yeah, I see now she going to switch the traces on you. He sit out on the porch with Mr. He say, I tell her one thing, she do another.

Never do what I say. Always backtalk. To tell the truth, he sound a little proud of this to me. Blow smoke. I tell her she can't be all the time going to visit her sister. Us married now, I tell her. Your place is here with the children. I'll take the children with me. Your place is with me. You want to come?

She keep primping in front of the glass, getting the children ready at the same time. You ever hit her?

Harpo look down at his hands. Naw suh, he say low, embarrass. Well how you spect to make her mind? Wives is like children. You have to let 'em know who got the upper hand. Nothing can do that better than a good sound beating. He puff on his pipe.

Sofia think too much of herself anyway, he say. She need to be taken down a peg. I like Sofia, but she don't act like me at all. If she talking when Harpo and Mr. If they ast her where something at, she say she don't know. Keep talking. I think bout this when Harpo ast me what he ought to do to her to make her mind. I don't mention how happy he is now. How three years pass and he still whistle and sing. I think bout how every time I jump when Mr.

And like she pity me. Beat her. Next time us see Harpo his face a mess of bruises. His lip cut. One of his eyes shut like a fist. He walk stiff and say his teef ache. What happen to you, Harpo?

Oh, me and that mule. She fractious, you know. She went crazy in the field the other day. By time I got her to head for home I was all banged up. Then when I got home, I walked smack dab into the crib door. Hit my eye and scratch my chin. Then when that storm come up last night I shet the window down on my hand. Well, I say. After all that, I don't spect you had a chance to see if you could make Sofia mind.

Nome, he say. But he keep trying. It come from inside the house, so I run up on the porch. The two children be making mud pies on the edge of the creek, they don't even look up. I open the door cautious, thinking bout robbers and murderers.

Horsethieves and hants. But it Harpo and Sofia. They fighting like two mens. Every piece of furniture they got is turned over. Every plate look like it broke.The most beautiful woman I ever saw.

Say Mr.

If I was buried, I wouldn't have to work. Find that. Here they live in Shug's house.

First he put his thing up gainst my hip and sort of wiggle it around.

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