Song of Solomon

Song of Solomon

by Toni Morrison


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Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

Milkman Dead was born shortly after a neighborhood eccentric hurled himself off a rooftop in a vain attempt at flight. For the rest of his life he, too, will be trying to fly. With this brilliantly imagined novel, Toni Morrison transfigures the coming-of-age story as audaciously as Saul Bellow or Gabriel García Márquez. As she follows Milkman from his rustbelt city to the place of his family’s origins, Morrison introduces an entire cast of strivers and seeresses, liars and assassins, the inhabitants of a fully realized black world.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781400033423
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/08/2004
Series: Oprah's Book Club Series
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 16,602
Product dimensions: 5.14(w) x 7.95(h) x 0.71(d)

About the Author

Toni Morrison is the Robert F. Goheen Professor of Humanities at Princeton University. She has received the National Book Critics Circle Award and the Pulitzer Prize. In 1993 she was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. She lives in Rockland County, New York, and Princeton, New Jersey.


Princeton, New Jersey, and Manhattan

Date of Birth:

February 18, 1931

Place of Birth:

Lorain, Ohio


Howard University, B.A. in English, 1953; Cornell, M.A., 1955

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Chapter 1

The North Carolina Mutual Life Insurance agent promised to fly from Mercy to the other side of Lake Superior at three o'clock. Two days before the event was to take place he tacked a note on the door of his little yellow house:

At 3:00 p.m. on Wednesday the 18th of February, 1931, I will take off from Mercy and fly away on my own wings. Please forgive me. I loved you all.
(signed) Robert Smith,
Ins. agent

Mr. Smith didn't draw as big a crowd as Lindbergh had four years earlier--not more than forty or fifty people showed up--because it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, on the very Wednesday he had chosen for his flight, before anybody read the note. At that time of day, during the middle of the week, word-of-mouth news just lumbered along. Children were in school; men were at work; and most of the women were fastening their corsets and getting ready to go see what tails or entrails the butcher might be giving away. Only the unemployed, the self-employed, and the very young were available--deliberately available because they'd heard about it, or accidentally available because they happened to be walking at that exact moment in the shore end of Not Doctor Street, a name the post office did not recognize. Town maps registered the street as Mains Avenue, but the only colored doctor in the city had lived and died on that street, and when he moved there in 1896 his patients took to calling the street, which none of them lived in or near, Doctor Street. Later, when other Negroes moved there, and when the postal service became a popular means of transferring messages among them, envelopes from Louisiana, Virginia, Alabama, and Georgia began to arrive addressed to people at house numbers on Doctor Street. The post office workers returned these envelopes or passed them on to the Dead Letter Office. Then in 1918, when colored men were being drafted, a few gave their address at the recruitment office as Doctor Street. In that way, the name acquired a quasi-official status. But not for long. Some of the city legislators, whose concern for appropriate names and the maintenance of the city's landmarks was the principal part of their political life, saw to it that "Doctor Street" was never used in any official capacity. And since they knew that only Southside residents kept it up, they had notices posted in the stores, barbershops, and restaurants in that part of the city saying that the avenue running northerly and southerly from Shore Road fronting the lake to the junction of routes 6 and 2 leading to Pennsylvania, and also running parallel to and between Rutherford Avenue and Broadway, had always been and would always be known as Mains Avenue and not Doctor Street.

It was a genuinely clarifying public notice because it gave Southside residents a way to keep their memories alive and please the city legislators as well. They called it Not Doctor Street, and were inclined to call the charity hospital at its northern end No Mercy Hospital since it was 1931, on the day following Mr. Smith's leap from its cupola, before the first colored expectant mother was allowed to give birth inside its wards and not on its steps. The reason for the hospital's generosity to that particular woman was not the fact that she was the only child of this Negro doctor, for during his entire professional life he had never been granted hospital privileges and only two of his patients were ever admitted to Mercy, both white. Besides, the doctor had been dead a long time by 1931. It must have been Mr. Smith's leap from the roof over their heads that made them admit her. In any case, whether or not the little insurance agent's conviction that he could fly contributed to the place of her delivery, it certainly contributed to its time.

When the dead doctor's daughter saw Mr. Smith emerge as promptly as he had promised from behind the cupola, his wide blue silk wings curved forward around his chest, she dropped her covered peck basket, spilling red velvet rose petals. The wind blew them about, up, down, and into small mounds of snow. Her half-grown daughters scrambled about trying to catch them, while their mother moaned and held the underside of her stomach. The rose-petal scramble got a lot of attention, but the pregnant lady's moans did not. Everyone knew the girls had spent hour after hour tracing, cutting, and stitching the costly velvet, and that Gerhardt's Department Store would be quick to reject any that were soiled.

It was nice and gay there for a while. The men joined in trying to collect the scraps before the snow soaked through them--snatching them from a gust of wind or plucking them delicately from the snow. And the very young children couldn't make up their minds whether to watch the man circled in blue on the roof or the bits of red flashing around on the ground. Their dilemma was solved when a woman suddenly burst into song. The singer, standing at the back of the crowd, was as poorly dressed as the doctor's daughter was well dressed. The latter had on a neat gray coat with the traditional pregnant-woman bow at her navel, a black cloche, and a pair of four-button ladies' galoshes. The singing woman wore a knitted navy cap pulled far down over her forehead. She had wrapped herself up in an old quilt instead of a winter coat. Her head cocked to one side, her eyes fixed on Mr. Robert Smith, she sang in a powerful contralto:

O Sugarman done fly away
Sugarman done gone
Sugarman cut across the sky
Sugarman gone home....

A few of the half a hundred or so people gathered there nudged each other and sniggered. Others listened as though it were the helpful and defining piano music in a silent movie. They stood this way for some time, none of them crying out to Mr. Smith, all of them preoccupied with one or the other of the minor events about them, until the hospital people came.

They had been watching from the windows--at first with mild curiosity, then, as the crowd seemed to swell to the very walls of the hospital, they watched with apprehension. They wondered if one of those things that racial-uplift groups were always organizing was taking place. But when they saw neither placards nor speakers, they ventured outside into the cold: white-coated surgeons, dark-jacketed business and personnel clerks, and three nurses in starched jumpers.

The sight of Mr. Smith and his wide blue wings transfixed them for a few seconds, as did the woman's singing and the roses strewn about. Some of them thought briefly that this was probably some form of worship. Philadelphia, where Father Divine reigned, wasn't all that far away. Perhaps the young girls holding baskets of flowers were two of his virgins. But the laughter of a gold-toothed man brought them back to their senses. They stopped daydreaming and swiftly got down to business, giving orders. Their shouts and bustling caused great confusion where before there had been only a few men and some girls playing with pieces of velvet and a woman singing.

One of the nurses, hoping to bring some efficiency into the disorder, searched the faces around her until she saw a stout woman who looked as though she might move the earth if she wanted to.

"You," she said, moving toward the stout woman. "Are these your children?"

The stout woman turned her head slowly, her eyebrows lifted at the carelessness of the address. Then, seeing where the voice came from, she lowered her brows and veiled her eyes.


"Send one around back to the emergency office. Tell him to tell the guard to get over here quick. That boy there can go. That one." She pointed to a cat-eyed boy about five or six years old.

The stout woman slid her eyes down the nurse's finger and looked at the child she was pointing to.

"Guitar, ma'am."



The nurse gazed at the stout woman as though she had spoken Welsh. Then she closed her mouth, looked again at the cat-eyed boy, and lacing her fingers, spoke her next words very slowly to him.

"Listen. Go around to the back of the hospital to the guard's office. It will say 'Emergency Admissions' on the door. A-D-M-I-S-I-O-N-S. But the guard will be there. Tell him to get over here-- on the double. Move now. Move!" She unlaced her fingers and made scooping motions with her hands, the palms pushing against the wintry air.

A man in a brown suit came toward her, puffing little white clouds of breath. "Fire truck's on its way. Get back inside. You'll freeze to death."

The nurse nodded.

"You left out a s, ma'am," the boy said. The North was new to him and he had just begun to learn he could speak up to white people. But she'd already gone, rubbing her arms against the cold.

"Granny, she left out a s."

"And a 'please.' "

"You reckon he'll jump?"

"A nutwagon do anything."

"Who is he?"

"Collects insurance. A nutwagon."

"Who is that lady singing?"

"That, baby, is the very last thing in pea-time." But she smiled when she looked at the singing woman, so the cat-eyed boy listened to the musical performance with at least as much interest as he devoted to the man flapping his wings on top of the hospital.

The crowd was beginning to be a little nervous now that the law was being called in. They each knew Mr. Smith. He came to their houses twice a month to collect one dollar and sixty-eight cents and write down on a little yellow card both the date and their eighty-four cents a week payment. They were always half a month or so behind, and talked endlessly to him about paying ahead--after they had a preliminary discussion about what he was doing back so soon anyway.

"You back in here already? Look like I just got rid of you."

"I'm tired of seeing your face. Really tired."

"I knew it. Soon's I get two dimes back to back, here you come. More regular than the reaper. Do Hoover know about you?"

They kidded him, abused him, told their children to tell him they were out or sick or gone to Pittsburgh. But they held on to those little yellow cards as though they meant something--laid them gently in the shoe box along with the rent receipts, marriage licenses, and expired factory identification badges. Mr. Smith smiled through it all, managing to keep his eyes focused almost the whole time on his customers' feet. He wore a business suit for his work, but his house was no better than theirs. He never had a woman that any of them knew about and said nothing in church but an occasional "Amen." He never beat anybody up and he wasn't seen after dark, so they thought he was probably a nice man. But he was heavily associated with illness and death, neither of which was distinguishable from the brown picture of the North Carolina Mutual Life Building on the back of their yellow cards. Jumping from the roof of Mercy was the most interesting thing he had done. None of them had suspected he had it in him. Just goes to show, they murmured to each other, you never really do know about people.

The singing woman quieted down and, humming the tune, walked through the crowd toward the rose-petal lady, who was still cradling her stomach.

"You should make yourself warm," she whispered to her, touching her lightly on the elbow. "A little bird'll be here with the morning."

"Oh?" said the rose-petal lady. "Tomorrow morning?"

"That's the only morning coming."

"It can't be," the rose-petal lady said. "It's too soon."

"No it ain't. Right on time."

The women were looking deep into each other's eyes when a loud roar went up from the crowd--a kind of wavy oo sound. Mr. Smith had lost his balance for a second, and was trying gallantly to hold on to a triangle of wood that jutted from the cupola. Immediately the singing woman began again:

O Sugarman done fly
O Sugarman done gone . . .

Downtown the firemen pulled on their greatcoats, but when they arrived at Mercy, Mr. Smith had seen the rose petals, heard the music, and leaped on into the air.

The next day a colored baby was born inside Mercy for the first time. Mr. Smith's blue silk wings must have left their mark, because when the little boy discovered, at four, the same thing Mr. Smith had learned earlier--that only birds and airplanes could fly--he lost all interest in himself. To have to live without that single gift saddened him and left his imagination so bereft that he appeared dull even to the women who did not hate his mother. The ones who did, who accepted her invitations to tea and envied the doctor's big dark house of twelve rooms and the green sedan, called him "peculiar." The others, who knew that the house was more prison than palace, and that the Dodge sedan was for Sunday drives only, felt sorry for Ruth Foster and her dry daughters, and called her son "deep." Even mysterious.

"Did he come with a caul?"

"You should have dried it and made him some tea from it to drink. If you don't he'll see ghosts."

"You believe that?"

"I don't, but that's what the old people say."

"Well, he's a deep one anyway. Look at his eyes."

And they pried pieces of baked-too-fast sunshine cake from the roofs of their mouths and looked once more into the boy's eyes. He met their gaze as best he could until, after a pleading glance toward his mother, he was allowed to leave the room.

It took some planning to walk out of the parlor, his back washed with the hum of their voices, open the heavy double doors leading to the dining room, slip up the stairs past all those bedrooms, and not arouse the attention of Lena and Corinthians sitting like big baby dolls before a table heaped with scraps of red velvet. His sisters made roses in the afternoon. Bright, lifeless roses that lay in peck baskets for months until the specialty buyer at Gerhardt's sent Freddie the janitor over to tell the girls that they could use another gross. If he did manage to slip by his sisters and avoid their casual malice, he knelt in his room at the window sill and wondered again and again why he had to stay level on the ground. The quiet that suffused the doctor's house then, broken only by the murmur of the women eating sunshine cake, was only that: quiet. It was not peaceful, for it was preceded by and would soon be terminated by the presence of Macon Dead.

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Song of Solomon 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 121 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The language in this book is absolutely breathtaking. Toni Morrison literally draws you into the story until you completely believe you are a witness to the passionate (and sometimes magical) situations in Milkman's life. Though you may feel like Morrison has left you hanging at some parts, lacking all the informtion, just wait it out--situations are resolved and your curiosity will be satisfied. Some of the topics that are included in the book are quite interesting and make you sit back and think about their application to real life, and to your life. The relationships between the characters in this book are so full of life, especially Milkman and Hagar's realationship. The characters feel like real people--they have flaws, they have weaknesses--they are people you feel that you know as well as yourself, because it is so easy to identify with their emotions. Overall, I greatly enjoyed this book because it was beautifully written and showed a part of love that I'd never thought about before. Also, Milkman's story is absolutely captivating and inspiring. I highly recommend this book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
i just got finished reading this book for my AP lit class and its awesome! i didnt know what to expect from Toni Morrison but i figured it would be good if she had won a nobel prize but i was really suprised in the book and i felt like i personally knew each character at the end and i recommend the book to any one even if they dont like to read you'll find you end up a better person after reading this book
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think that this is an amazing book, besides the sex and violence, which I understand are necessary in the book. This book is a true journey through a young man's life. Not only does he try to find himself,but he discovers much more.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Milkman's graveyard love affair with Pilate's daughter was a lesson for me. I don't ever want to love someone that much where it drives me to...all I can say is read it for yourself. A sensual love story about a young man's discovery of life itself.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was assigned Toni Morrison as an author for a novel study I was in and was skeptical at first, but Toni Morrison proved me wrong! This book was amazing! From the moment I picked up the book I couldn¿t set it down. She draws you in and makes you never want to put her book down. Dramatic, intense, romantic, captivating and exhilarating are just a few words that describe this novel. I loved how she described the characters and made you a part of their life so much so that you insert yourself in their situations and vice versa them into yours and question how they would react. In my mind when I see how people respond to certain situations I title them as a character from Song of Solomon 'for example he just pulled a milkman or she is so much like Hagar'. This is most definitely not a children¿s book or a bed time story. This book is written at a mature level that is still enjoyable for high schooler and up. As a high schooler my self I enjoyed many of the qualities of this book. Like many things I am sure it would be just as enjoyable as an adult if not more so. I feel that this point of view chose of third person was both captivating and impressive. It allowed greater Character development to occur. Guitars development left me amazed at how little he trusted his friend. It was just so captivating. Not only the characters but also the settings become real and vivid she left me feeling as though I had walked on Not Doctor Street, and visited all of the places throughout the novel. I just can not sing enough praises for this novel. I am ready to read it over and over to draw more conclusions, and catch things from this novel that I missed the first time through. Toni Morrison¿s novel impressed me so much that I can¿t wait to get another one. The storyline is spectacular and the language is simply stunning, and I would have to call this novel breathtaking. I give Song of Solomon two thumbs up. I would recommend it to anyone.
Guest More than 1 year ago
After reading this book, you will feel as if you have just inherited a great wisdom that you must share with everyone around you. This is my all-time favorite book. I've read it 3 times. Toni Morrison's writing embodies what every author can only dream to accomplish.
Alyssa Cadriel More than 1 year ago
The novel I chose for Book Talk was Song of Solomon. The author of the novel Song of Solomon is Nobel Prize winner, Toni Morrison. The main genres of the novel are known as African-American literature and fiction. The novel is about the coming-of-age of the main character Milkman and how he transforms from a naive, egotistical young man into a poised adult who understands the importance of family and morals. Over the course of his journey, he uncovers his families worth and decent and clears himself of the expectations his father and society have for him. Towards the end of the novel, he is free from all the limitations and expectations that weigh him down. He finds his identity and place in life and he learns how to fly. The point of view of the novel is Third Person Omniscient as the narrator knows the thoughts and feeling of all the characters. Morrison put much thought and detail into the novel which is why the overall book was slow. The novel did not drag because Morrison captures the reader’s attention with emotion, imagery, and meaningful information. The antagonist in the novel is Macon Dead (Milkman’s father) who is a greedy, selfish, aristocratic man who is not satisfied with his life or family. He is the ultimate reason Milkman has such unlikeable qualities towards the first half of the novel. The protagonist in the novel is Milkman himself. Readers see him transform from a greedy and egotistical being into a compassionate and loving character. The audience is right alongside Milkman as he grows and becomes a better version of himself. The major conflict in the novel takes place when Milkman leaves his parents’ home and tries to become an independent adult. He encounters many obstacles dealing with wealth and class along the way. My favorite character in the novel is Pilate Dead (Milkman’s aunt) because, throughout the novel, she displays affection and compassion to all of the characters. She is a strong and fearless mother and grandmother who is devoted to the well-being of others. I would not change anything about the novel because everything was flawlessly written in fine detail. Everything in the novel fell perfectly into place because it was well articulated. Overall, I enjoyed the novel very much and would definitely recommend it to anyone who is interested in novels that have historical and bible references.
Guest More than 1 year ago
In Song Of Solomon Toni Morrison, better known for her novel Beloved, creates a world where believable characters exist in a surreal environment where oddities are the norm and the Dead walk. Weather they are butchering vagrants in caves or stealing a sack of human bones the characters in the story go about strange and often disconcerting tasks with an altered and demented moral perspective. My reasoning behind a three out of five rating for this particular work stems not from these sometimes disturbing images, the issues in history and present the book means to address are disturbing, but in the method in which they are presented. For the first half of the story no discernable plot shows through and all Morrison provided to hold the readers attention exists purely in her abilities as a very descriptive writer. About half way through the book the major characters become apparent and I was able to form valid opinions on their validity to the work as a whole and understand their internal conflicts. This epiphany comes to late in the story and when it does show through the plot is not powerful enough to compensate for what was often a tired read. Do not think that because I say the book lacks structure I am discrediting Morrison¿s ability to delve deep into the underlying as well as the obvious evils of racism and human discrepancy. She does so with a prowess equal to that of the greats on the subject but needs to evolve the ways in which she conveys her message.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Macon Dead the III was given the nickname ¿Milkman¿ when his mother was caught breastfeeding him well into his toddler years. Milkman is a self-absorbed arrogant man living off his fathers money and his grandfathers name. Completely oblivious to his surroundings, Milkman treats the women in his family like strangers. It wasn¿t until he meets his Aunt Pilate that he shows emotion and gratitude towards a family member. After hearing Pilate¿s stories of a family long lost, Milkman sparks a greedy interest to the family inheritance. In turn, he is spun into a journey that would teach him about family ties, commitment and love. The Story of family connections when we are well past the halfway point and the reader may struggle through the sub-plots. It is not until the very end that the reader can tie the beginning to the overall story. But stick with it, the stories and lessons they teach are well worth the read.
whitewavedarling on LibraryThing 7 days ago
This isn't a quick read, and the characters aren't particularly believable at many points, but they will at times break your heart. The story is so beautiful, though, and the themes so carefully interwoven, that you'll find yourself being seduced by this novel despite yourself, and despite the fact that you're not sure why. The writing is memorable, also, which doesn't hurt. I'd recommend this novel, though you do have to have some patience to really get into it before it will engage you. My advice is to let yourself wander through it, not to rush, and to enjoy it for what it gives you, which is a fascinating wonderfully written story that will stay with you quite a while after the book is done.
rosalux on LibraryThing 7 days ago
This is my favorite of Toni Morrison's books. It's tragic and beautiful and gives a living breathing feel to the real past and the mythic past without being as overwhelmingly heartbreaking as some of her other novels.
ireed110 on LibraryThing 7 days ago
Macon Dead, the son of Macon Dead, wanders carelessly through his life until one day he is moved to find out who he really is. Toni Morrison excels at creating interesting and moving characters, and this book has a whole cast of them. This book is an intricate examination of who these people are and how they came to be. My favorite character is Pilate, sister to the second Macon Dead. She is intense, somewhat magical, and driven. She wears her name in her earring and eschews worldly trappings, living in the way she feels she should, rather than the way the world expects her to, and she apologies to no one.This is not a simple story. The characters are deep, their motives deeper, their stories are both uplifting and tragic. It deserves a re-read in a couple of years' time, as I'm sure there's much that I missed the first time in.
Jaylabelle on LibraryThing 7 days ago
Stunningly poignant tale of finding identity in an African American setting, and out of an ugly present beauty and pride by discovering the past.
SophiAsaviour on LibraryThing 7 days ago
If you often ponder about who did what to whom and when in your family's closet, this is a book for you. The characters are deep and intense and the action is full. The interchange between characters is excellent and the ending is a real surprise. A must-add to your library. I could not put it down.
Chancie More than 1 year ago
Bizarre plot I wasn't fond of, but it has solid writing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good book
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good read indeed!!
Stu4444 More than 1 year ago
tough to follow...never really understood the point she was trying to get across. very strange....not even sure if I'll try to re-read, to see what or how I missed whatever I was suppose to get. was looking forward to it after being on my book club reading list for month of February. ??
mikeyla More than 1 year ago
this book was wonderful, highly recommended. it was delivered promptly and in perfect condition; i could not ask for anything better.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A bold and empathetic story written by an splendid writer. A beautifully imagined, fully realized and poetically written small-scale epic about multiple generations of a single African-American family and its relationship to a small community. Primarily focused on the young adulthood of a characer nicknamed Milkman, but equally sensitive to the perspectives of numerous other characters (family, friends, members of his community), Song of Solomon is about so many things at once. I had a very profound emotional reaction to this story. I think that most people probably have a good estimation of the theme and content of this story, especially those who have read Toni Morrison before. I think the parts I really loved most were the ones that revealed the conflicting ways in which the pressures of the American dream, the uncertainty of the future and the ghosts of our pasts influence how people react to the injustices and fears in our life. I would give the work itself 5-stars, but would rate the quality of the e-book edition less so and inferior do to typos and formatting errors that were distracting. Song of Solomon is a masterpiece. Spence Horner 2012.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
unbelievable prose. breathtaking and heart wrenching story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Morrison is amazing. This novel requires discipline and attention to detail but well worth the effort.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Oh, ok. Sorry.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago