If Barf Bag’s round up has Trump tweeting about Morrison, there needs to be a warning, because I can’t bear to see that.

I completely agree. This ridiculous nit-picking is just stupid and is unnecessarily depressing.

Me too. Morrison’s work is aesthetically beautiful, but it also moved me (a middle-aged white professor trained in eighteenth-century British literature) more fully and deeply than almost anything written in the latter half of the twentieth century. If by “universal” you mean “speaks to specific experience that…

He’s got a BEAUTIFUL smile and gives some great reaction faces, but I have to agree with everything you said. 

Between this article and the one about Michelle Rodriguez over on AV Club, plus the long-running Rock-Diesel beef, what’s up with this franchise?

Replace Tyreese with Han. Bring Han back, I don’t care how they do it, I just want him back. Have him as a ghost or something driving a ghost RX-7 (the car he died in).

production budget, at least....they spent more than 200 million just in marketing this film.

Doesn’t Tyrese have anything better to do? Is it jealousy?

‘Baby Boy’ in 1952?

Budget: $200,000,000.00
Box Office: $180,000,000.00

Considering it almost made its budget back after three days and will likely achieve profitability by its 10th day. I think the film did fine. Not great but certainly not a failure. Tyrese just seems like he’s been sucking some sour lemons. Considering the Fast and the…

This franchise is the only work he has.  John Singleton made sure Tyrese stay fed with that atrocious 2 Fast 2 Furious.  As Paul Walker would say, “We ain’t hungry no mo, cuz!”

Beloved was the first time I encountered her work, and it led me to all the other things she wrote, most notably Playing in the Dark, which is one of the great critiques of the canon as well as an uplifting of marginalized voices. Her work speaks beautifully to black experience, but it is for everyone’s benefit. As…

I met her once. She ordered three fingers of vodka, chilled. A legend.  

Oh how I yearn for the days when we had that man as our president.

Godspeed, Ms. Morrison.

I couldn’t even finish The Bluest Eye because I saw so much of myself in that little girl. Being born brown and kinky-haired into a mixed family and loathing my reflection in the mirror. Even years later, it leaves a knot in my stomach to think about. 

I’ve seen her walk across campus a few times and I and other students would stop in our tracks. She emanated greatness.

I never asked Tolstoy to write for me, a little colored girl in Lorain, Ohio. I never asked [James] Joyce not to mention Catholicism or the world of Dublin. Never. And I don’t know why I should be asked to explain your life to you. We have splendid writers to do that, but I am not one of them. It is that business of…

If there is anything that we can take away from Madame Morrison, it is this: