All of Me: A Voluptuous Tale: A Voluptuous Tale

All of Me: A Voluptuous Tale: A Voluptuous Tale

by Venise Berry, Venise Berry


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ISBN-13: 9780451202628
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/10/2001
Edition description: REISSUE
Pages: 288
Product dimensions: 5.36(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.81(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Venise Berry is the author of the Blackboard bestsellers All of Me and So Good. She is an assistant professor of journalism and mass communications at the University of Iowa.

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Chapter One

Serpentine Williamson woke up on New Year's Day in a pale yellow hospital room with a plastic name band fastened to her wrist. As she drifted in and out of consciousness through the night, she only remembered bits and pieces. She could hear the piercing screams of her sister, LaJune, who had found her in the garage.

    That memory was mixed with the sound of a high-pitched ambulance siren whirling repeatedly out into the night. Another layer of the memory included the rhythmic crackle of her oxygen mask each time she took a breath.

    She still felt the pounding that occurred in her head each time her body was moved. First, from the front seat of her car to the ambulance, next from the ambulance to the emergency room, then, once her vital signs were stable, up to the psychiatric ward on the fifth floor.

    Her stomach was queasy and the throbbing pain in her head seemed even more intense as she lifted her body upward. Serpentine pulled off the clear plastic mask and bent over to look for the silver pan.

    She didn't see it, so she steadied herself and slid to the floor. She carefully made her way across the room, crawling past the bed, around a metal chair, and finally into the small, sterile bathroom. There wasn't enough time to raise the worn toilet seat, so she shoved her head into the oval opening and threw up a large hunk of lumpy, yellow-green gall. Serpentine squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced when toilet water and vomit splashed back up against her face.

    She started to pull her head out, but the vicious churningforced her down again. She pressed her hand hard against her chest until the nausea subsided. Then she slowed her breathing to avoid fully inhaling the smell. She didn't move right away, she couldn't. She sat on the cold, orange, tile floor, leaning her head on the toilet seat and waiting for the next round.

    After the second bout, Serpentine slowly lifted herself up from the floor, flushed, and washed out her mouth in the sink. She wet the edge of a towel with cold water and held the cool cotton up to her face, creating a sensation that had to be what the grace of God felt like on judgment day. Then she wiped off the sides of the stool and used the wall to maneuver her way back to the old, metal bed.

Serpentine's first week on the fifth floor went by very slowly. She fought the chills, headaches, and nausea that rotated frequently. After signing a form to disallow visitors or phone calls, she also refused both sessions with her assigned psychiatrist. Serpentine didn't feel like talking. She didn't have anything to say.

    It had been a long time since she'd dreamed, but twice that week, Serpentine was awakened by a familiar nightmare from her childhood. She found herself in the middle of a huge spider web with an immense brown spider circling her body. The dark red eyes focused on his task of covering her skin with gooey white thread. She opened her mouth to scream, but there was no sound, and no matter how much she fought the silk binding she couldn't break free.

    When the huge spider finally picked her up, Serpentine started to cry. She cringed each time her head bumped up against the creature's round, hairy body. It dragged her kicking and screaming into the same hole where, as a child, she had watched other meals disappear. Then, as the wide jaws opened slowly above her head, she'd force herself to wake up.

During the second week, Serpentine attended her scheduled psychiatrist's appointment, mainly out of boredom. When the door first swung open, she stood and stared at a tall, elderly man with wrinkled knuckles and a thin gold band on his left ring finger.

    "Good morning, Serpentine," he said cheerfully. "I'm Dr. Greeley."

    Serpentine didn't respond right away. She flopped down in the padded black wingback chair and stared out the window.

    "So, can we talk about why you wanted to die?" Dr. Greeley asked with caution.

    Serpentine rolled her eyes and continued to focus on the soap-streaked window.

    "Serpentine, I need for you to talk to me in order for us to get anywhere," Dr. Greeley added.

    She hesitated for a moment watching a newly planted sapling outside dance with the wind. "I just didn't want to be here anymore," she finally replied.

    Dr. Greeley scribbled a note on his pad, then continued.

    "Why didn't you want to be here anymore?" he asked. "Can you tell me?"

    That question had so many answers, it would take much too long to explain. She absorbed the beauty of the sunshine outside, ignoring the intrusive question. She closed her eyes, thinking how even the sunshine could hurt you, if you stayed in it too long.

    "Okay, then let's get to know each other a little bit. I see from your file that your mother and father are Nolita and Kendrick Williamson. They live in Kansas City, Missouri. Is that right?" he asked, stopping to give her a moment to respond.

    She glanced in his direction and took a deep, disgusted breath.

    "You have a sister, LaJune Thompson who's married to a naval officer, and an aunt, Regina Bentley, both living here in Chicago."

    Serpentine frowned. "Where did you get all of that information?" she asked, resenting the invasion of privacy.

    "Your sister LaJune checked you in and other family members have called since you were admitted."

    "I don't want to talk about them." Serpentine continued with an attitude. She wasn't crazy, but this man and his questions could easily drive her there.

    "Well, can we talk about you?" Dr. Greeley paused for a moment.

    "It doesn't matter, really," Serpentine mumbled.

    "It could help me to help you," Dr. Greeley responded, quickly.

    Serpentine crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't need your help," she said.

    The tick of the clock grew louder as a painful silence swept the room.

    "Maybe we could at least clarify some additional information today," he said, almost pleading for her cooperation. "You're not married, no kids, right?"

    Serpentine twisted her head toward him and nodded. He was anal. Probably one of those men who could complete his Christmas shopping for twenty-five relatives on Christmas Eve and still have time for a quick nine holes of golf.

    "What about your job? It has to be very exciting to work at a television station. You're a reporter at WXYZ?"

    Serpentine rolled her eyes up into her head. "I'm sorry, but I really don't want to do this right now," she moaned. "I think maybe it was a mistake for me to come today."

    "Maybe we can try something else," Dr. Greeley said, struggling to break through. "There's something else I'd really like to know."

    Serpentine welcomed the disgusted look that took over her face. Why couldn't he just let her go back to her room? She looked him up and down. His marriage was probably domestic incarceration.

    "Your name is very unusual. Can you tell me how you got it?"

    Serpentine didn't answer right away. She watched as Dr. Greeley waited patiently.

    "From my mama," she eventually muttered.

    "And how did your mother come to choose such a name?" he came back, quickly.

    Serpentine glanced in his direction and slowly lifted her sunken shoulders up to sit straighter in the chair. It was obvious that he wasn't planning to let her go until she told him something.

    "'Serpentine' was a word in a crossword puzzle that my mother was finishing the day her water broke," she explained. "When Mama looked up the word in the dictionary, it was defined as 'coiling, winding, and twisting like a serpent,' and those were characteristics she wanted me to have when it came to life's contradictions."

    "Interesting. Do you have those characteristics?"

    Serpentine turned and stared out the window again. "I tried," she murmured.

    As she watched a dog mark his territory her lips curled slightly. Her name was one of the few things she liked about herself. It was special and it made her special. It had been a long time since she'd had those feelings. Serpentine swallowed hard. Since Dr. Greeley had to know something she would tell him about the concert that changed her life.

    "The second semester of my sophomore year of college, I had been dumped by my first love and went into a serious funk for several months. I didn't want to go anywhere, but my cousin Tevan dragged me to an Earth, Wind & Fire concert with him."

Serpentine had gone to Sycamore Mall that morning to find something to wear. It was then that she realized she'd lost weight during her blue funk period. Her regular size fourteen hung off her medium frame like a baggy canvas, but the twelve fit perfectly. A racy red halter dress with black-leather wedged pumps was her final selection. Even though she could barely sit down in the minidress without feeling like something was hanging out, she was so excited, she refused to care.

    When Tevan picked her up, he teased her about looking too sexy. She smiled. Tevan knew how to boost her ego, always focusing on the positive. Whenever she complained about anything he'd say, "The more you complain, the more work you have to do here on earth, so the longer God will let you stay."

    When they stepped into the Hancher Auditorium, she tossed her head high up in the air and hung on to Tevan's arm. Serpentine enjoyed the attention of men old and young, staring, winking, and grinning. When Tevan wasn't looking, one guy slipped her a piece of paper with his phone number on it and whispered through a heart-carved gold tooth, "When ya call ax for Pretty Boy."

    They found their seats in the middle of the sixth row just as the lights went down. Serpentine's eyes searched the darkness until she saw wisps of smoke filling the stage. It smoldered around three gigantic white pyramids; sliding inside and out like a snake stalking its prey. Serpentine shifted forward in her seat just as the music began.

    Suddenly bolts of red, green, and yellow light flashed in front of her and nine men ran out onstage, shaking to the funky beat of "Shining Star." The audience leaped to their feet, clapping and whistling. Serpentine reflected on the many shades of brown. Each member was dressed in white. Some wore vests with bellbottom pants; others had short-sleeved shirts on and wide-brimmed hats, and a few sported clinging blazers that hung open to give sexy bare chests the exposure they deserved.

    "Shining Star" was followed by "That's the Way of the World," "Getaway," and "Keep Your Head to the Sky." They kept the jams coming, including Serpentine's favorite, "Reasons." When Maurice White paused onstage to introduce the members of the band, he talked briefly about their new album, All 'N All. Suddenly Philip Bailey's falsetto voice began to sing and Serpentine's mouth flew open. She thought she would die, because he was singing her name.

    Her face went flush as she closed her eyes and repeated the chorus under her breath. "Gonna tell the story of morning glory, all about the serpentine fire. Surely life's begun, you will as one, battle with the serpentine fire."

    It felt good to remember that wonderful moment in her life. It was one of the few times she could remember being truly happy. She had never seen or heard her name anywhere before. It often made her mad as a child that she couldn't find her name on the pre-designed key chains like the other kids. But this more than made up for it. "Serpentine Fire" was her song.

    Serpentine couldn't get the melody out of her head that night. She silently hummed the tune all the way back to her dorm room, as she lathered up in a warm shower, while she put on her cotton pajamas, and even when she closed her eyes and summoned sleep.

    In the cafeteria the next day, several friends teased her. One asked if she was related to somebody in the group. She lied and said Maurice White was her cousin. A couple wondered if she had heard the song before and she told them that her uncle Philip sang it to her over the phone months ago. She even fibbed to her best friend, Marleen, saying that she'd met Maurice White and Philip Bailey a few years back when they were staying at a hotel in Kansas City, and her name inspired the song.

"I bought the album the next day and collected as much background information on the group as I could. I was so crazy that I spent days researching the album cover," she told Dr. Greeley.

    "What kind of research?" he asked.

    "It wasn't a normal cover; they had a bunch of symbols on it. I don't remember all of them right now, but the front was focused on the past. There was an Egyptian pyramid that resembled a temple built by King Ramses II called Abu Simbel. Two chiseled warriors sat on each side of the doorway, and above the entrance was an image of a woman holding on to two small children. From inside the open doorway there was an intense beam of light pushing outward. I thought that light held all the answers back then."

    Dr. Greeley shifted in his seat. "How?" he asked, softly.

    Serpentine tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Because it pulled you inside the cover to reflections of good and bad experiences in life. There were dark, menacing clouds and lightning mixed with angels, and an open book for knowledge. Ten or twelve pedestals each held symbols like the wand of Hermes, a Greek god, who was said to have power over dreams. There was a Buddha seated on a lotus flower, representing meditation and serenity. I also remember an ankh, a Star of David, a menorah, and even a cross."

    "So how did all of this change your life?"

    Serpentine turned and faced Dr. Greeley. "Maybe it didn't change my life, but it definitely changed my attitude about my life, at least for a little while. You probably can't understand, but that song made me special. It made my name and ultimately my life, unique. The back cover of the album was all about the future. There were a series of modern-looking space station facilities, with five rockets flying upward. And I just knew that's where I was headed—up," Serpentine told him, then suddenly stopped talking.

    "Is something wrong?" Dr. Greeley asked, taking note of her abrupt mood change.

    "That turned out to be a pretty good year in my life," Serpentine continued, but her heart wasn't in it. "In 1974 I officially adopted 'Fire' as my middle name, then, not long after that, everything fell apart again."

    "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

    Serpentine shook her head no, and turned and stared out the window again.

Things got a little easier the third week. Serpentine stepped into Dr. Greeley's office with a slightly better attitude. She had counted the bricks on each wall in her room three different times. Every time she came up with a different total: first, 1,456; second, 1,355; and third, 1,460. She couldn't count the bricks again, so she needed something else to concentrate on or she might really go crazy.

    Dr. Greeley was on the phone when she entered. She sat down on his faded brown leather couch and intensely surveyed the wall behind his desk. It was typical for someone at his level, with two diplomas, a few certificates, and several gold-and-silver plaques.

    "So, Serpentine, are you ready to get started?" Dr. Greeley asked as he hung up the phone. "I thought from the last session we could begin by contrasting happiness and sadness."

    "Fine," Serpentine replied, picking at the raw cuticle on her left thumb.

    Dr. Greeley waited for her to speak, but when a few silent moments had passed he continued. "Why don't you tell me about something you like to do? Maybe something that makes you happy or even something that makes you sad?" Dr. Greeley's childlike tone annoyed her.

    "I like to write," she replied. "I've always liked to write. That's why I went into journalism. I don't really know what makes me happy, because I've been happy so rarely in my life. And sad? Almost everything makes me sad."

    "Is that why you attempted suicide?" Dr. Greeley asked, letting the question float out into the air and hang there for a while.

    Serpentine tried to organize the jumble of words in her head, with little success.

    Dr. Greeley seemed to recognize her difficulty. "So what did you want out of life, Serpentine, that you didn't get?"

    She scratched her forehead and glanced at him thoughtfully. "I wanted the world to stop trying to fit me into neatly arranged categories. I wanted this screwed-up society to allow me a little happiness. I wanted the fact that I'm black, a woman, and full-figured to have no impact on my relationships."

    Dr. Greeley nodded his head stiffly. "When people try to squeeze you into these categories, how does it make you feel?" he continued.

    Serpentine's mother had always told her that no question was a stupid question, but Serpentine had to disagree here. "How do you think I feel?" she screamed at the balding figure in front of her. "I get mad. I get pissed off! I get sick of it! Why do you think I'm in here listening to your bullshit?"

    Dr. Greeley waited a moment before he spoke, showing no visible reaction to her outburst. "What could you do differently if people did not see you as black or female or full-figured?"

    Serpentine rested her elbow on the edge of the couch and shook her head. "Maybe I could live a normal life for a change," she replied. "Focus on simply being a human being. I could walk into a job interview or a meeting without putting my guard up. I wouldn't have to keep watching for the bias that always appears because of my race or gender or weight."

    Serpentine wondered how interested he really was. His sincerity seemed as phony as those people who put plastic on their furniture to keep from using it.

    "Can you give me a specific example?" Dr. Greeley asked.

    Serpentine took some time to think before she spoke. She felt patronized, but offered the easy example that came to mind, anyway. "I saw this report on television once about a study that had been conducted at Vassar College. For forty days they fattened up a group of rats, then put them on a low-calorie diet. It took twenty-one days for the rats to go from obese back to normal. Then they fattened up the same rats again. The second time it only took fourteen days to get them back up to obese, and when they put the rats back on the same diet, it took forty-six days for them to lose the same pounds."

    "And explain how that study relates to you?" Dr. Greeley asked with a wrinkled brow.

    Serpentine's eyes shot up into her head. "I'm one of those rats, Doc. I'm caught in that cycle. I go up, then back down again. Only it's not just my weight, it's my family, men, my job. My life is like a never-ending twirly-cup ride at Adventureland making me sick!"

    "But doesn't everybody have these same kinds of highs and lows?" he asked soothingly.

    Serpentine scowled at his insensitivity. It was impossible to explain her reality as a black female in America to this man. He had no clue. As long as his white privilege was in place so he could wear thousand-dollar designer suits, live in his big house out in the suburbs, and drive his convertible sports car, he was not about to take the blinders off. This world had been good to people like him and their experiences would never connect.

    As if unconsciously responding to her changing mood, Dr. Greeley nervously fiddled with the blinds. "Do you prefer that these be open or closed?"

    Serpentine twisted her face in disbelief. "Who gives a damn about the blinds!" she screamed. "I thought we were supposed to be talking about me!"

    Dr. Greeley shifted uncomfortably in his seat and glanced at the clock on the wall. "You're right, I'm sorry, but our time is up, unfortunately. I'll see you next week," he said quickly, standing up. "I think we covered some important ground today."

    Serpentine jumped up from the couch, and rushed out the door without looking back. "I can't believe I'm the one locked up," she fumed.

    It took a while for Dr. Greeley to release Serpentine back into the real world. He decided, however, that there would be a stipulation. Because she refused to take the drug he was recommending, she would need to continue outpatient therapy with him twice a week.

What People are Saying About This

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Poignant and realistic...winning and absorbing...serious and funny…a lovable soul-searching heroine readers will sympathize with, and root for.” —Publishers Weekly
“Engaging...a study in resilience, told with warmth and humor...More than being about bigotry as found in race, gender and size, All of Me is about the importance of knowing who you are and why you’re here...This is a book that deserves attention.” —The Dallas Morning News
“A moving story of a sister’s struggle with weight, health, and self-respect.” —Essence
“A great new read.” —Mademoiselle
“Berry tackles the subject of weight with humor and tact...Excellent.” —Booklist
“Through flashbacks, reminiscences, notes from her journal, and excerpts from sessions with her therapist, readers come to know and like this feisty woman, who has much more to give herself and those she loves than she realizes. Women of all races will find All of Me funny, sad, inspiring, and delightful.” —Library Journal
“A welcome respite during this season of weight-loss resolutions…If Berry’s latest is true to form, it will enjoy the success of her debut effort, So Good.”The Washington Post
“By exposing one woman’s secret battle with the bulge, Berry’s fast-paced novel may be just the stimulant we need to encourage more dialogue among sisters...peppered with just enough humor...Entertaining and realistic...Readers of all shapes and sizes will be inspired.”—Black Issues Book Review


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All of Me: A Voluptuous Tale: A Voluptuous Tale 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
queenknitalot on LibraryThing 11 months ago
If you have ever looked at your body and wished you could saw off a piece here or put more there this is the book for you. The main character trys to committ suicide and the story goes from there. If you like stories about self-acceptance and loving yourself enough to wait for better-you like this book
vfbynoe on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Many women in America have body image issues. All of Me, is a wonderful novel about a very important problem. In parts of Africa, women are cherished for having voluptuous breasts, curvy hips, and sensuous behinds. However, here in America, the skinny woman is praised more often. It is no wonder that the main character in this story tries to commit suicide. She is constantly in the public eye, and it seeems that everyone is focused on her weight. In the end, she works through her problems with the help of a doctor and the lord. This is by far the best book I have read. It is very realistic and many Black women will be able to relate to Serpentine, the main character.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Let just say I took a long hard look at myself after reading this book and decided if no one else loved me i love my self. I laughed and cried at the same time. i just want to say thanks Venise
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was exceptional for three reasons it discussed weight issues,depression and how to overcome it. I recommened this book to two friends and they both enjoyed it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Oh me oh my!!! Ms. Berry was right on point with this book. I cried, laughed and almost died with the characters in this book. This is a must read. A big MUST READ. It is a reaffirming of that Big Beautiful Black Women are worth more than the world thinks.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Serpentine Williams is a black woman with a problem, her weight, or so she believes. She's spent her whole life being chastised and chastising herself for her 'weight problem' and has been on every conceivable diet. Her entire world revolves around 'the weight' from her relationship with her boyfriend Carlin, to her job as a successful news reporter for a Chicago TV station, even her relationship with her mother. It is her belief that because she's the size she is, she can only continue a life of misery because she does not fit the American ideal of beauty. So, Serpentine gives up in more ways than one. All of Me tells the story of struggle that many American women live with on a daily basis, losing, gaining, maintaining and worrying about weight. Yet this story is more than that. Through Serpentine's struggles the reader is able to understand that acceptance and love starts with self and that beauty comes in all sizes, shapes and colors. Berry's work is funny, yet serious and is a catalyst for changing readers' minds about what it really means to be beautiful.
Guest More than 1 year ago
For all appearance sake, Serpentine Williamson¿s life looked picture perfect. She had the great job, some encounters with romance and a loving family. But turn the page and unfolds a story of a Nubian sister torment since childhood with her weight. Serpentines¿ story is the all-too-familiar one that today¿s woman face, trying to be the perfect size to fit what the media has deemed as the ¿beautiful¿ woman. In her quest to relive her life of her pain, she decides that taking her own is much less painful then trying to endure another pointless, senseless diet. This opens the door to another road that Serpentine must endure¿facing up to the things, people and events that pushed her to the edge. Pages members immensely enjoyed this book, the characters and the storyline. Berry did an excellent job of providing the reader with a good visualization of the relationship between the characters.