Zora neale hurston biography dust tracks
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Hurston's Life
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Zora Neale Hurston apparently learned how to walk when a pig wandered into her home and tried to take her food—the toddler had to stand and use her feet to evade the hungry snout. Decades later, she was instructed on the nuances of barroom knife fighting by a woman named Big Sweet, who was Hurston’s guide and protector on an anthropological mission in the Deep South. We all know she wrote ‘Their Eyes Were Watching God,’ but did you know she regretted her most popular novel and wished she could rewrite it? These moments, among others, stood out to me in Hurston’s unconventional memoir, ‘Dust Tracks on a Road.’
Months ago, I offered to feature three of Hurston’s works in one roundup, but life interfered and pushed that project into the nebulous future. I hope telling you about this book will suffice in the meantime. ‘Dust Tracks on the Road’ follows Hurston’s path from growing up in rural Florida (more on that in the excerpt below) at the turn of the 20th century, to finding ways to satisfy her voracious appetite for knowledge and literature, to completing her education at Howard University and Barnard College, and to becoming an anthropologist and a literary legend. She recounts key moments in her life through vignettes and stories—some vague, some folksy, some dramati
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Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.
Autobiographies are tricky beasts I find.
I often find them quite unsatisfactory. In essence they are the writer’s own version of events, the stories they wish to be known to the wider public, in the way they wish them to be told. We all do this when we tell the story of our life to new friends. We airbrush out the unflattering parts and retell the ones that make narrative sense of our lives as we are living them. They are organic beasts, morphing and evolving with maturity and new insights.
I found Dust Tracks on the Road by Zora Neale Hurston to be a mixed bag.
It got me thinking about the autobiographies that I have read over the years that have left a lasting impact. The first to come to mind was the extraordinary Long Walk to Freedom (1994) by Nelson Mandela. It captured the mood of a specific period of time. Mandela’s voice was clearly present the whole time even though the book was ghost written by Richard Stengel.
Before that, probably around 1992 when the Denzel Washington movie came out, it wasThe Autobiography of Malcolm X (1965). Another life changing book (and movie) and another auto