ABSTRACT
Hurston’s celebrated refusal of ethnic victimry casts a forward light of immense signifi cance. It does so, too, with all her typical bodaciousness, wonderfully engaging in idiom and bold in the point being made. No “sobbing school of Negrohood” indeed, no suffering minority status whether by race, class or gender but rather wit, savvy, singularity, a true oyster knife celebration of appetite for self and world.
