She knows what she’d find there: judgment of her blackness, her femaleness, the deforming language that has distorted the reflection of her face. Pecola feels, or the world has made her feel, that if she had blue eyes she would, at last, be free-free from her unforgivable blackness, from what her community labelled ugliness long before she could look in a mirror and determine for herself who and what she was. The kind of blue eyes that she imagines lighting up the face of the girl on the wrapper of her favorite candies, Mary Janes.
The kind of blue eyes Pecola has seen in pictures of the movie star Shirley Temple. And the dream is this: that someone-God, perhaps-will grant her the gift of blue eyes. Her only escape from the emotional abuse that her family and her classmates heap on her is to dream. When we meet Pecola, she is eleven years old but already ancient with sorrow. Like all the principal characters in “The Bluest Eye,” Pecola lives in Lorain, Ohio, where Morrison, who died last August, was born in 1931. Spectacular even alongside other early novels bathed in the blood of gothic dread-William Faulkner’s “As I Lay Dying” (1930), say, or Flannery O’Connor’s “Wise Blood” or Ralph Ellison’s “Invisible Man” (both published in 1952)-Morrison’s book cut a new path through the American literary landscape by placing young black girls at the center of the story.
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