Response To Maxine Hong Kingston's The Woman Warrior

Having enjoyed the time I spent reading Maxine Hong Kingston’s The Woman Warrior last week and the week beforehand, I opted to spend a bit more time with this masterpiece, and couldn’t be happier to have made such a decision. Page after page features Kingston coming from the heart with openness and honesty. She shows intimacy within the story. This text amounts to that fleshy skin covering each bone she possesses.
Each story is a means by which she can stay alive. Thanks to that honesty which she displays within what she’s written, a reader cannot help but find the experience an enthralling one. He or she can’t avoid finding that which each story offers intriguing. She has a multitude of parts that, when put in togetherness, solve one puzzle

Kingston tells stories as a means for penetrating those silent walls that kept this woman and not only the people she had love for but also the societal rest at a distance. The violent action Brave Orchid commits against the tongue of Kingston exists as a testament towards how willing she is when it comes to compromising if not destroying things if there’s even a slim possibility of such an anti-heroic deed improving them over time: “I cut it so that you would not be tongue-tied. Your tongue would be able to move in any language. You’ll be able to speak languages that are completely different from one another. You’ll be able to pronounce anything. [The frenulum of your tongue] looked too tight to do those things, so I cut it” (Kingston

I painted layers of black over houses and flowers and suns, and when I drew on the blackboard, I put a layer of chalk on top. I was [creating] a stage curtain, and it was the moment before the curtain parted or rose” (Kingston 165). Kingston also displays all the ways in which there’s no need for languages existing as barriers separating people belonging to unique life circles: “I liked the Negro students (Black Ghosts) best because they laughed the loudest and talked to me as if I were…a daring talker too. One of the Negro girls had her mother coil braids over [both of] her ears Shanghai-style like mine; we were Shanghai twins except that she [got] covered with black like my paintings. Two Negro kids enrolled in Chinese school, and the teachers gave them Chinese names” (Kingston