Home for the Homeless (my review of Toni Morrison’s “HOME”)


Where is home? And how do you find it without knowing what it looks like? For a man named Frank Money, finding home was a journey to a distant country, a place where he was hated and hunted, a return to a birth place, where he was negated and unwanted—a place devoid of peace, a nativity fraught with negativity. His place of birth was not his home. The house where he was raised was only wood and floor filled with foul memories.

There was Cee, his little sister. She too searched relentlessly for that place of safety and peace, she too unsuccessfully.  The wood and floor for her held hateful words from flesh and blood, no love, no nurturing, no bright outlook. The house held only resentment. So Frank and Cee resorted to running away to the wrong places where hardship waited and death and destruction baited. Their search for home, because of their ignorance of its appearance, resulted unfortunately in their homelessness.

Toni Morrison’s “Home” was a deep look into the lives of children left to fend for themselves—children who matured physically and mentally, but not emotionally. Her writing is so entertaining and energetic that you can’t help but be enveloped by the story. You sympathize for Frank and Cee. You even feel sympathy for Lenore, the antagonist who lived and breathed hatred. Morrison helps you to even understand her emotions. Unfortunately, you also get to understand why Frank was really so remorseful when he returned from The Korean War.

“Home” deals with damage and redemption, showing readers what can happen when a child isn’t shown what home really is.  It encourages me to increasingly create that place of safety and security for my children so they don’t have to wander aimlessly to find that place called home. Home is peaceful and loving. It’s easy and inspiring.  It’s filled with safety and stability, reason and rationality. When my heirs begin settling their own homes, I don’t want them to wonder what it looks like, where it should be, and how to find it.  Daddy taught them, with all of his might, that Home was someplace wonderful. Home was someplace right.  


James Fant is an author of inspirational romance and suspense. He lives in South Carolina, where the mountains and the beaches have befriended him. His books include:

Fourteen Pages
An Ode for Orchids
Close the Door
The Secret Branch
The Mended Fence


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