Son
“Okay. Okay. But I can’t call you Son. ‘Hi, Son. Come here, Son.’ I sound like a grandmother. Give me something else.” “You pick.” “Okay. I will. Let’s see. I need something that fits. I know. I’ll ask you a question – a question I want to ask anyway and the best name will fit right in. Here I go. ‘Why did you have to leave Eloe on the run, leave so fast you couldn’t go to Frisco’s funeral, uh, uh, Phil?’ That’s good. That’s Anglicized French for son.”
-Jadine and Son, Tar Baby, page 174
Son serves as a counterpoint to the residents of L’Arbe de la Croix. He is distinct from the Streets in his blackness and poverty, from Ondine and Sydney Childs in his sensibilities and regionalism, and from Jadine in his acculturation to
“Okay. Okay. But I can’t call you Son. ‘Hi, Son. Come here, Son.’ I sound like a grandmother. Give me something else.” “You pick.” “Okay. I will. Let’s see. I need something that fits. I know. I’ll ask you a question – a question I want to ask anyway and the best name will fit right in. Here I go. ‘Why did you have to leave Eloe on the run, leave so fast you couldn’t go to Frisco’s funeral, uh, uh, Phil?’ That’s good. That’s Anglicized French for son.”
-Jadine and Son, Tar Baby, page 174
Son serves as a counterpoint to the residents of L’Arbe de la Croix. He is distinct from the Streets in his blackness and poverty, from Ondine and Sydney Childs in his sensibilities and regionalism, and from Jadine in his acculturation to