Home, Morrison鈥檚 most recent novel after 鈥淎 Mercy,鈥� compresses her poetic skill and impressionistic abilities into 160 pages. Korean War veteran Frank Money has been back stateside for a year, grappling with post-traumatic stress disorder and too much alcohol, when he gets a letter from someone he鈥檚 never met, telling him: 鈥淐ome fast. She be dead if you tarry.鈥�
The she is Cee, his little sister and the first person he ever took care of. The two grew up in Lotus, Ga., 鈥渢he worst place in the world, worse than any battlefield.鈥� The Moneys moved there to live with their grandparents after white men 鈥渟ome in hoods, some not鈥� gave everyone in their Texas town 24 hours to clear out. Their parents work two jobs, and so Cee and Frank are left to the abuse of their step-grandmother and the neglect of their grandfather.
When we first meet Frank, he鈥檚 handcuffed to a hospital bed in Seattle, pretending to be unconscious to avoid another dose of morphine. He鈥檚 been picked up by police for an incident he can鈥檛 remember, and suffers from episodes that start when all the color drains from the world. (And then there鈥檚 the specter in the blue zoot suit, who periodically appears to puzzle Frank and the reader. But Morrison has more on him later.)
Desperate to get to Cee, Frank escapes barefoot into the cold and a preacher helps get him started on his journey.
The novel intersperses italicized pages where Frank talks to the narrator with chapters from the point of view of everyone from Cee and their grandmother to the lover Frank left behind. As Frank gets closer to the hometown he loathes, he begins to confront his past horrors 鈥� more recently from Korea and more distantly from his childhood 鈥� and to recover some sense of himself.
