While the struggle to individually survive is inherent in Toni Morrison’s Jazz, what stands out more is the way companionship helps the characters to survive. The relationships that develop within the story are potent in their effects on characters, especially Joe Trace, a fifty-three year old man struggling with a. Romantic love seemed to me one of the fingerprints of the twenties, and jazz its engine. Although I had a concept, its context, a plot line, characters, data, I could not establish the structure where meaning, rather than information, would lie; where the project came as close as it could to its idea of itself—the essence of the so-called.
- Over 229 pages, the acclaimed Pulitzer-winning American author, Toni Morrison, uses words to illustrate the heart and sound and structure of the music and the stories that inspire it. “Jazz” is not just the title of the second book in Morrison’s “African-American History” Trilogy, it also sits on the page.
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- Toni Morrison’s Jazz (1992) is set in Harlem during the 1920s. The novel reflects the realities of the Jazz Age with its depiction of black freedom and struggle as it relates to music. Violet and Joe Trace, as well as Joe’s young lover Dorcas, are among the African American.
2 The setting of the story
2.1 African Americans at the beginning of the 20th century
2.2 Harlem in the 1920s
2.3 The development of a black musical culture
3 Musical elements in Jazz
3.1 Jazz structure
3.2 Jazz style
3.3 The role of the narrator
4 Jazz music as a metaphor
4.1 The impact of history
4.2 History and past traumas
4.2.1 Joe’s history
4.2.2 Violet’s history
4.2.3 The solution
4.3 The function of jazz
The first reading of Toni Morrison’s novel made me wonder why the author chose the title Jazz. It describes the difficulties various African Americans have in integrating themselves into the urban context of the North. The origin of this dilemma lies in unsolved problems, unprocessed experiences and in an incomplete reappraisal of the past. Identity, as it seems, needs to reconcile history and present. Blacks in northern cities at the beginning of the 20th century still suffered from the reverberations of slavery; the Great Migration out of the Old South and into the industrialized North with its promising opportunities had not settled these problems.
In this paper, I want to examine jazz music and its function within the thematic frame of the story. Since history is of great importance in the novel, it is necessary to comprehensively outline the historical background of the story, which reaches from the late years of slavery up to the artistic blossom during the Harlem Renaissance. The development of the jazz culture then serves as a starting point for the analysis of musical elements in the novel. This embraces structural as well as stylistic parallels and also comments on the function of the unconventional narrator. The focus then turns to the main characters of the story, Joe and Violet Trace, to the problems they have with themselves and their marriage and the solution the author offers. Toni Morrison suggests that the problems of alienation and loss of identity result from a missing connection of past and present. A stable identity must be rooted in history, so the denial of one’s origin is a dangerous violation of the self.
Many studies dealing with Jazz have concentrated on the way Morrison transfers musical elements into a stylistic concept, but I want to show the connection between this narrative technique and the theme of the novel. In Jazz, jazz music is used as a metaphor for African American identity in its most productive form. The music successfully fuses African heritage and American tradition and is therefore an authentic expression of the African American self.
2 The setting of the story
2.1 African Americans at the beginning of the 20th century
The story, although continuously changing in both time and place, is largely set in 1926 Harlem. Nevertheless, several childhood memories of Violet and Joe are reaching back well into the last century, and various other events of the past do seriously affect the main characters’ lives. In 1906, Joe and Violet Trace left the countryside by train in order to start a new life in New York City. In doing so, they joined a massive movement of southern Blacks moving to the industrialized cities of the North, which is known as the Great Migration. Since Reconstruction had officially been ended by the Compromise of 1877 and the withdrawal of the remaining northern troops, the conditions in the South had become largely unbearable for the freed slaves. The crop-lien system resembled an economic enslavement, leaving African Americans hardly any more prospects than during slavery. Apart from that, the Ku-Klux-Klan, founded in 1866, spread racial violence and advanced a systematic disfranchisement of the Freedmen. In 1896, social segregation was officially legalized by the Plessy vs. Ferguson Supreme Court decision, and lynching and mob violence became an increasing threat. Under social as well as economic pressure, many African Americans decided to move north hoping to find better jobs, more opportunities for education and, most importantly, a better climate of interracial relationship.
A growing awareness of the African Americans’ problems further stimulated this movement, which was mainly thanks to two outstanding personalities of racial politics, Booker T. Washington and W.E.B. Du Bois. In this novel, Toni Morrison directly refers to both of them. What provides Violet with sufficient confidence for the adventure of moving north is the fact that Washington had been invited for dinner into the White House. Trivial as this may seem, the dinner was very important to Blacks, because “if Booker T. was sitting down to eat a chicken sandwich in the President’s house in a city called capital, (…) things must be all right, all right” (107). In spite of this rather sarcastic description, the dinner did mark a turning point in race relations, as Washington was the first African American leader who could talk on equal terms with the foremost representatives of the United States.
His accomodationist course was soon opposed by Du Bois, who believed in more active and militant means for racial uplift. At the beginning of the 20th century, segregation and racial violence was no longer a problem only of the South. The great number of Blacks in northern cities gave rise to an increasing tension between white and black citizens, as the newly developed urban landscape brought about unknown social problems and labour conflicts. Those African Americans who had left the South in order to escape racial violence, were largely disappointed, as only a few decades later, lynching and race riots also began to disrupt the peace in the cities. In response to such a development, Du Bois, along with fellow intellectuals, founded the NAACP – the National Association for the Advancement of Coloured People. This biracial organisation was working to fight segregation, racial violence and social marginalisation in order to achieve equality of conditions for black Americans. In 1917, they organised the “first major protest march in the history of the United States” in response to the race riot in East St. Louis. This had been one of the most violent outbursts of white aggression, in course of which 40 African Americans were killed and about 6.000 were left homeless. In Morrison’s Jazz, this incident plays an important part for the development of the story, for Dorcas’ parents are both killed in the riot. Since then, she is raised by her aunt Alice, with whom she then witnesses the protest march organised by the NAACP.
In the following years, labour shortage and inflation intensified economic as well as social problems and boosted mob violence against Blacks. The sad climax of this development was the so-called Red Summer in 1919. In a period of only several months, as much as 26 race riots erupted all over the United States, thus killing and injuring hundreds of African Americans. Race relations had become more critical than ever.
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2.2 Harlem in the 1920s
So after World War I, many African Americans were left disillusioned, as they had been hoping for more racial solidarity in the aftermath of the war. Like Joe Trace, many Blacks had faithfully supported the United States during wartime and took a great pride in this contribution (cf. 129: “the coloured troops of three six nine …made me so proud it split my heart in two”). Considering the fact that the United States had exploited black people for centuries, this was by no means a matter of course. But as the riots and racial tension of the post-war period showed, America proved to be rather ungrateful. Instead of causing despair, this was perceived as a sign that it was necessary to become active in order to advance the rights of Blacks in America; racial equality would not occur on its own. Harlem then developed as the centre of this new political awareness, which was partly due to its diverse but mainly black population, but above all because of the great number of educated and socially conscious African Americans who chose to settle down in the district. Harlem therefore emerged as the political and cultural centre of America as a whole, and as such brought about new ways to respond to the continuing discrimination.
The first thing to emerge as a consequence of the political awakening of black Americans was an increase of black militancy. The Back-to-Africa movement of Marcus Garvey was one of the most popular ways to express the increasing resignation concerning multiracial society, although this approach was followed primarily by the uneducated part of the African American population. The more sophisticated response was the development of a new racial pride in a cultural movement known as the Harlem Renaissance. Black Americans began, for the first time in their history, to overtly express a pride in their heritage and traditions, and they turned to various ways to exhibit this attitude.
The writing of literature, the composing and performing of music and the production of visual arts was no longer seen simply as an act of creativity; it was a means of “rehabilitating the race in world esteem from that loss of prestige for which the fate and conditions of slavery have been so largely responsible”. This citation, uttered by one of the most prominent figures and forerunner of the Harlem Renaissance, Alain Locke, states the central motivation for the development of such a powerful cultural movement. Black Americans had entered a new state of racial confidence and felt they had to find alternative ways to refute the ancient prejudices that prevailed in America. The educated part of the African American community was convinced that they could oppose the stereotype by proving their intellectual competence; they hoped that an increased cultural output would work against the American notion of white supremacy and show that Blacks were no longer willing to accept their alleged status of an uncivilized people without culture. Many held the opinion that white Americans would not treat them as equals unless and until the former slaves proved themselves to be equal, so the importance of culture experienced a huge increase during the early 1920s. The topics that prevailed during the Harlem Renaissance reflected that feeling of marginality and alienation that African Americans were facing; these themes occurred in literature of that period as well as in arts and music. Still, the Harlem Renaissance was as diverse in its cultural expression as the people that created it.
However, what the producers of music, poetry, arts and public speeches of that time had in common was the confidence that their work could bring about a change. Literature became one of the most important means to fight stereotypes and to create a more positive perception of Blacks in the United States, and Black Music quite rapidly turned into mainstream. Musicians and artists made it their ambition to rebuild African American self esteem and racial pride by giving them a reason to be proud of their race. And the great success of Negro art seemed to prove them right: In spite of racial tensions, the white population was, for the first time, really interested in the cultural output of the former slaves. The universal recognition of African American arts during the 1920s seemed to suggest an increasing respect for black people, which boosted African American self confidence.
 Cf. Moore 2003, p. 12
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 The page numbers in brackets all refer to Morrison 1992
 Cf. Carnes/Garrety 2006, p. 599
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 Kubitschek 1998, p. 141
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 Cf. Encyclopedia Britannica 2007. < http://www.britannica.com/eb/article-9031797/East-Saint-Louis-Race-Riot-of-1917 >
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“She stood there licking snowflakes from her top lip, her body shaking everywhere except the left hand which held the knife…”
It didn’t work, this opening sentence to Jazz, because it made what could follow mechanical and predictable: the inevitability of “Then she…” seemed inappropriate for this project. I was interested in rendering a period in African American life through a specific lens—one that would reflect the content and characteristics of its music (romance, freedom of choice, doom, seduction, anger) and the manner of its expression. I had decided on the period, the narrative line, and the place long ago, after seeing a photograph of a pretty girl in a coffin, and reading the photographer’s recollection of how she got there. In the book The Harlem Book of the Dead, the photographer, James Van Der Zee, tells Camille Billops what he remembers of the girl’s death: “She was the one I think was shot by her sweetheart at a party with a noiseless gun. She complained of being sick at the party and friends said, ‘Well, why don’t you lay down?’ And they took her in the room and laid her down. After they undressed her and loosened her clothes, they saw the blood on her dress. They asked her about it and she said, ‘I’ll tell you tomorrow, yes. I’ll tell you tomorrow.’ She was just trying to give him a chance to get away. For the picture, I placed the flowers on her chest.” Her motives for putting herself at risk by waiting, for accepting a lover’s vengeance as legitimate, seemed so young, so foolish, so wrapped up and entangled in the sacrifice that tragically romantic love demanded. The anecdote seemed to me redolent of the proud hopelessness of love mourned and championed in blues music, and, simultaneously, fired by the irresistible energy of jazz music. It asserted itself immediately and aggressively as the seed of a plot, a story line.
Beloved unleashed a host of ideas about how and what one cherishes under the duress and emotional disfigurement that a slave society imposes. One such idea—love as perpetual mourning (haunting)—led me to consider a parallel one: how such relationships were altered, later, in (or by) a certain level of liberty. An alteration made abundantly clear in the music. I was struck by the modernity that jazz anticipated and directed, and by its unreasonable optimism. Whatever the truth or consequences of individual entanglements and the racial landscape, the music insisted that the past might haunt us, but it would not entrap us. It demanded a future—and refused to regard the past as “…an abused record with no choice but to repeat itself at the crack and no power on earth could lift the arm that held the needle.”
For three years the cast had been taking shape—an older couple born in the South; the impact on them of a new urban liberty; the emotional unmanageableness of radical change from the menace of post-Reconstruction South to the promise of post–WWI North. The couple would be forced to respond to a girl who introduces into their lives a new kind of risk—psychological rather than physical. To reproduce the flavor of the period, I had read issues of every “Colored” newspaper I could for the year 1926. The articles, the advertisements, the columns, the employment ads. I had read Sunday School programs, graduation ceremony programs, minutes of women’s club meetings, journals of poetry, essays. I listened to the scratchy “race” records with labels like Okeh, Black Swan, Chess, Savoy, King, Peacock.
And I remembered.
My mother was twenty years old in 1926; my father nineteen. Five years later, I was born. They had both left the South as children, chock full of scary stories coupled with a curious nostalgia. They played the records, sang the songs, read the press, wore the clothes, spoke the language of the twenties; debating endlessly the status of The Negro.
I remember opening the metal trunk sitting like a treasure chest in the hall. The lock, clasped shut but not key-locked, was thrilling; its round head, the cylinders—everything fit and clicked and obeyed. The lid was heavy, but silent on its hinges; an appropriately stealthy entrance into this treasure that I have been cautioned never, ever, to approach. I am too young to be in school, and the days are endless without my sister. She is solemn and important, now that she has a daily appointment (first grade) and I have nothing to do. My mother is in the backyard. No one else is in the house, so no one will know how accommodating the lock is, how quietly the lid rises. The treasure I believe is hidden there does not disappoint. Right on top of crepe dresses is an evening purse, tiny, jeweled with fringe dangled in jet and glass.
My mother hears the scream but I don’t. I only remember the crack of pain as the trunk lid smashes my hand, then waking up in her arms. I thought she would be angry at me for my disobedience, but she is not. She is soothing, sings a little, as she massages my hand, rubs it with a triangle of ice. I had fainted. What an adult thing to do! How jealous my sister will be when I tell her about the pain, how grown up I felt and how loved. But seeing, examining the purse, the treasure—I would not describe that to her. I would keep this glimpse of my mother’s world before I was born to myself. It was private. It was glittery. And now, it was mine as well.
Following Beloved’s focus on mother-love, I intended to examine couple-love—the reconfiguration of the “self” in such relationships; the negotiation between individuality and commitment to another. Romantic love seemed to me one of the fingerprints of the twenties, and jazz its engine.
Although I had a concept, its context, a plot line, characters, data, I could not establish the structure where meaning, rather than information, would lie; where the project came as close as it could to its idea of itself—the essence of the so-called Jazz Age. The moment when an African American art form defined, influenced, reflected a nation’s culture in so many ways: the bourgeoning of sexual license, a burst of political, economic, and artistic power; the ethical conflicts between the sacred and the secular; the hand of the past being crushed by the present. Primary among these features, however, was invention. Improvisation, originality, change. Rather than be about those characteristics, the novel would seek to become them.
My effort to enter that world was constantly being frustrated. I couldn’t locate the voice, or position the eye. The story opened with the betrayed wife intent on killing her rival. “She stood there licking snowflakes from her top lip….” Okay, perhaps. Perhaps. But nothing that could pull from the material or the people the compositional drama of the period, its unpredictability. I knew everything about this wife and, angered by my inability to summon suitable language to reveal her, I threw my pencil on the floor, sucked my teeth in disgust, thinking, “Oh, shoot! What is this? I know that woman. I know her skirt size, what side she sleeps on. I know the name of her hair oil, its scent….” So that’s what I wrote, effortlessly without pause, playing, just playing along with the voice, not even considering who the “I” was until it seemed natural, inevitable, that the narrator could—would—parallel and launch the process of invention, of improvisation, of change. Commenting, judging, risking, and learning. I had written novels in which structure was designed to enhance meaning; here the structure would equal meaning. The challenge was to expose and bury the artifice and to take practice beyond the rules. I didn’t want simply a musical background, or decorative references to it. I wanted the work to be a manifestation of the music’s intellect