Oh, Sixo.
I cried once during Beloved. There was a lot to cry about, and yet amidst all the scenes of almost clownish tragedy, the thing that really affected me was Sixo’s death. Sixo wasn’t a very important character in the book, but he was important to the thirty-mile woman. Just look at her name—thirty-mile woman. That’s a testament to how much she meant to him. How? I don’t know. How do people separated by thirty miles find each other? All I know is that somehow he loved her. He walked thirty miles for her. If he didn’t love her he would have just molested the cows. That sounds much easier. Morrison is truly amazing in the way she slips into different minds. She knows how people think, understands their view; understands it even better than the people themselves. The way she described Sixo and the 30 mile woman together was phenomenal. “they clutch each other and whisper. She is lit now with some glowing, some shining that comes from inside her. Before when she knelt on creek pebbl...