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...story chronologically, mapping out each detail in simple narrative style. Instead, she weaves back and forth across generations, bringing in characters, letting them go, bringing them back again to give us a new insight. The story revolves around the growth of the doctor's grandson, Macon III --or Milkman, as he is generally known--as he moves beyond the dark rooms of his family's house, haunted by death and isolation, into the streets of Southside. There, he meets people who have come to terms with their situation far better than his family has been able to, people...
Morrison's protagonist is also called Macon Dead-grandson of the freed slave. He is nicknamed Milkman because his mother suckled him until he was almost tall enough for his feet to touch the floor. Yet he remains starved as a child for the heritage his silent family cannot or will not provide. His one wish is to fly. "To have to live without that single gift saddened him and left his imagination so bereft that he appeared dull." At twelve, he meets an outcast aunt, Pilate Dead, who fills the role of tribal storyteller. She tells...
...paunch may protrude a bit farther stage front, but otherwise Tevye the milkman hasn't changed much since Zero Mostel created the role in 1964. Fiddler on the Roof, the longest-running show on Broadway (nearly eight years), is back from its Diaspora, and Mostel, 61, is again playing the part like a hyperthyroid zeppelin. Why did Mostel return to Anatevka? "Greed!" he bellowed at an opening-night party last week at Manhattan's Tavern on the Green, where he Zeroed in on friends and tugged at a lady's bouffant wig. Wife Kate finally...
Then there's "Sweet Revenge," from the album of the same name. The hero is an iconoclast and finally the milkman gives him till noon to get out of town; he's come home way too soon, and "besides that, we never liked you anyway...
...short, it was the milkman. He was a strapping fellow with two quarts regular, four skim and a pint of buttermilk. In the ensuing tumble they made a gallon of egg nog and two ice cream bricks. Another result of the wrangle was a fine little boy who was born speaking high-school French. For respectability's sake Cheryl has always tried to claim that I was in some way responsible for little Andre's occurrence, but I know this to be a falsehood. For one thing, no one in my family has ever been interested in picking up empties...