Women of the Harlem Renaissance, by Cheryl A. Wall, an associate professor of English at Rutgers University, is a welcome addition to the scholarship on women of this period. Excellently researched, this book focuses on the lives of three women writers -- Jessie Redmon Faucet, Nella Larson, and Zora Neale Hurston. Together, they epitomized the voice, tone, style and vision of Black women writers in New York City during the 1920s and early '30s -- the period of the Harlem Renaissance.

Zora Neale Hurston's use of dialect, as reflected in Black folk-culture, made her work unpopular, just as Claude McKay's depictions of everyday life among the working class in Harlem and Langston Hughes' interjection of jazz or blues themes in poetry, were literary expressions looked down on by northern Black patrons of the "New Negro" art.

In her essay, "How It Feels To Be Colored Me," Hurston says, "But I AM NOT tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes .... I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow gave them a low down dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it .... No, I do not weep at the world -- I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife."

Mother of the Renaissance

Hurston, of the three, was atypical in her thinking. Most of the writers of the Harlem Renaissance were Northern born and wrote in the stylized forms of the day.

Some of the Renaissance writers had never met the "tragic Negro" they sought through their writings to transcend. When Faucet went to Fisk University to teach, she told W.E.B. Du Bois that she was looking forward to seeing how the other part of the race lived. Hurston is, perhaps, one of the only writers that had the experience of being raised in a Black rural town. Her memories of Black southern life in Eatonville, FL, added a dimension to her work that was unparalleled. Recognition of the value of Hurston's work came posthumously. She was the first woman to be included in the canon of Harlem Renaissance writing. Hurston stood at the door welcoming her sister authors and artists into the society that ignored them when they were alive and soon forgot them once they were dead.