Meridian

by Walker, Alice

• ISBN13: 9780156028349
• ISBN10: 0156028344
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2003-05-01
• Publisher: HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY (TRADE DIVISION)

Summary

Meridian Hill is a young woman at an Atlanta college attempting to find her place in the revolution for racial and social equality. She discovers the limits beyond which she will not go for the cause, but despite her decision not to follow the path of some of her peers, she makes significant sacrifices in order to further her beliefs. Working in a campaign to register African American voters, Meridian cares broadly and deeply for the people she visits, and, while her coworkers quit and move to comfortable homes, she continues to work in the deep South despite a paralyzing illness. Meridian's nonviolent methods, though seemingly less radical than the methods of others, prove to be an effective means of furthering her beliefs.

Author Biography

Alice Walker won the Pulitzer Prize and the American Book Award for her novel The Color Purple, which was preceded by The Third Life of Grange Copeland and Meridian. Her other bestselling novels include By the Light of My Father's Smile, Possessing the Secret of Joy and The Temple of My Familiar. She is also the author of two collections of short stories, three collections of essays, five volumes of poetry and several children's books. Her books have been translated into more than two dozen languages. Born in Eatonton, Georgia, Walker now lives in Northern California.

Table of Contents

Meridian
The Last Return	1	(22)
The Wild Child	23	(3)
Sojourner	26	(14)
``Have You Stolen Anything?''	40	(4)
Gold	44	(2)
Indians and Ecstasy	46	(9)
English Walnuts	55	(10)
The Happy Mother	65	(6)
Clouds	71	(3)
The Attainment of Good	74	(3)
Awakening	77	(3)
Battle Fatigue	80	(12)
The Driven Snow	92	(7)
The Conquering Prince	99	(22)
The Recurring Dream	121	(14)
Truman Held
Truman and Lynne: Time in the South	135	(3)
Of Bitches and Wives	138	(9)
The New York Times	147	(6)
Visits	153	(13)
Lynne	166	(2)
Tommy Odds	168	(3)
Lynne	171	(11)
On Giving Him Back to His Own	182	(6)
Two Women	188	(5)
Lynne	193	(8)
Ending
Free at Last	201	(3)
Questions	204	(7)
Camara	211	(11)
Travels	222	(5)
Treasure	227	(6)
Pilgrimage	233	(4)
Atonement: Later, in the Same Life	237	(1)
Settling Accounts	238	(3)
Release	241

Excerpts

The Last ReturnTruman Held drove slowly into the small town of Chicokema as the two black men who worked at the station where he stopped for gas were breaking for lunch. They looked at him as he got out of his car and lifted their Coca-Colas in a slight salute. They were seated on two boxes in the garage, out of the sun, and talked in low, unhurried voices while Truman chewed on a candy bar and supervised the young white boy, who had come scowling out of the station office to fill up the car with gas. Truman had driven all night from New York City, and his green Volvo was covered with grease and dust; crushed insects blackened the silver slash across the grill."Know where I can get this thing washed?" he called, walking toward the garage."Sure do," one of the men said, and rose slowly, letting the last swallow of Coke leave the bottle into his mouth. He had just lifted a crooked forefinger to point when a small boy dressed in tattered jeans bounded up to him, the momentum of his flight almost knocking the older man down."Here, wait a minute," said the man, straightening up. "Where's the fire?""Ain't no fire," said the boy, breathlessly. "It's that woman in the cap. She's staring down the tank!""Goodness gracious," said the other man, who had been on the point of putting half a doughnut into his mouth. He and the other man wiped their hands quickly on their orange monkey suits and glanced at the clock over the garage. "We've got time," said the man with the doughnut."I reckon," said the other one."What's the matter?" asked Truman. "Where are you going?"The boy who had brought the news had now somehow obtained the half-doughnut and was chewing it very fast, with one eye cocked on the soda that was left in one of the bottles."This town's got a big old army tank," he muttered, his mouth full, "and now they going to have to aim it on the woman in the cap, 'cause she act like she don't even know they got it."He had swallowed the doughnut and also polished off the drink. "Gotta go," he said, taking off after the two service station men who were already running around the corner out of sight.The town of Chicokema did indeed own a tank. It had been bought during the sixties when the townspeople who were white felt under attack from "outside agitators"-those members of the black community who thought equal rights for all should extend to blacks. They had painted it white, decked it with ribbons (red, white, and of course blue) and parked it in the public square. Beside it was a statue of a Confederate soldier facing north whose right leg, while the tank was being parked, was permanently crushed.The first thing Truman noticed was that although the streets around the square were lined with people, no one was saying anything. There was such a deep silence they did not even seem to be breathing; his own footsteps sounded loud on the sidewalk. Except for the unnatural quiet it was a square exactly like that in hundreds of small Souther

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