Morrison’s portrayal of Pecola’s mother, Pauline, initially stirs hatred and resentment in readers. It’s only until Spring do we find she felt neglected and ugly her entire life and then finally rescued when Cholly approaches her. It’s only after economic trouble does all her sadness come back. She has always identified with being ugly and only for a small part of her life she doesn’t. This time would be when her and Cholly first got married and were still in love.
“He came, strutting right out of a Kentucky sun on the hottest day of the year. He came big, he came strong, he came with yellow eyes, flaring nostrils, and he came with own music.” (114)
Other than that she spent most of her self-reflection based on her color, economic status, home-town, and deformities. She finds pleasure in tidying up and movies, but these only aid to her superficial ideas of love and self-hatred. She always found cleaning and organizing as a personal interest to be liked. I believe because she felt secluded and shoved aside, even in her own family did she try to “fix” things and use that to be accepted. She goes so far to make it her profession and get ahead in life. Her movies also enable what her true definition of love is. Media morphs Pauline into believing that true love revolves on money and skin-deep beauty, both of which she thinks she does not have much of. It was of these false ideas did she even fall in love with Cholly, for if she truly saw their dysfunction, she would not have considered his, “[firm] but [gentle],”(118) touch so valuable.
In a way, Cholly was her way of escaping her own self-immolation and simultaneously, the same entity to put her right back where she was as a younger girl. Pauline uses the abuse for the power she feels as a victim or a martyr, by “holding Cholly as a model of sin and failure,” (126-27) as she stays with him. She likes to go to church and come home to an abusive husband to accredit herself for being a good person. She never truly grows out of the narratives she created for herself as a child. Narratives with shallow and distorted ideals as its foundations. She uses these to daydream, and recreates them even as an adult. The same desires she had as a child, and never fulfilled, she finds as an adult. When she starts working for a family with money, and clothes, and food does this hunger get slightly fed. Her work then became her life, because it was the only place she had meaning, other than feeling ugly. When she worked she was, “queen of canned vegetables,” with “power, praise, and luxury.” (128) And when her shift ended she went back home to the store-front and the family she in turn neglected, and abused.


