The last half of this book is simply horrifying. After reading the foreword, I understand that Morrison's goal was to create in the reader a strong sense of disgust, but without particularly making any characters a vessel for pity. In particular, this is for Pecola... Honestly, I didn't feel disgusted by Pecola, as some of her other characters say they do, but neither did I pity her. I just didn't care... as she says in the book, Pecola was just an empty vessel for all the other characters to drop off their own self-loathing and their hatreds. It's hard to care about a vessel.

I'd read this again, but not when I'm in a good mood.