Dearly Beloved Analysis

“You forgetting how little it is,” said her mother. “She wasn’t even two years old when she died. Too little to understand. Too little to talk much even.”
“Maybe she don’t want to understand,” said Denver. “Maybe. But if she’d only come, I could make it clear to her.” Sethe released her daughter’s hand and together they pushed the sideboard back against the wall. Outside a driver whipped his horse into the gallop local people felt necessary when they passed 124.
“For a baby she throws a powerful spell,” said Denver.
“No more powerful than the way I loved her,” Sethe answered and there it was again. The welcoming cool of unchiseled headstones; the one she selected to lean against on tiptoe, her knees wide open as any grave. Pink as a fingernail
With another ten could she have gotten “Dearly” too? She had not thought to ask him and it bothered her still l that it might have been possible- that for twenty minutes, a half hour, say, she could have had the whole thing, every word she heard the preacher say at the funeral (and all there was to say, surely) engraved on her baby’s headstone: Dearly Beloved. But what she got, settled for, was the one word that mattered. She thought it would be enough, rutting among the headstones with the engraver, his young son looking on, the anger in his face so old; the appetite in it quite new. That should certainly be enough. Enough to answer one more preacher, one more abolitionist and a town full of
Heavy in description, often shirking traditional grammar, and full of run-on sentences, Morrison does not follow the traditional rules of writing. Her writing affects readers’ emotions, and rather than recounting word for word what a scene looks like, Morrison pens scenes much like an “impressionist painting.” (shmoop.com) Not every detail is always written about, but the details that are, are brimming with meaning and emotion. (grammar?) In this way, Morrison gives the reader the feel of the passage, instead of explicitly describing it. By writing of the look in the engraver’s face, and the “oil” like blood, for example (??), Morrison writes with her senses, and taps into the senses of the reader, adding another layer of depth to the readers’ understanding of the novel. It also gives her complete control over how the reader perceives her characters’ thoughts and feelings. Rather than simply relating, Morrison writes about things that have more meaning than their face value,(Sounds like symbolism? and in this way achieves (SYNONYM) a rather poetic and supernatural feel to