Sonny’s Blues
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James Baldwins “Sonnys Blues” is told from the viewpoint of the title characters brother, a schoolteacher, who lives a much different life than Sonny himself. As the story opens, the unnamed teacher has just learned that his younger brother has been arrested for possession and sale of heroin: “It was not to be believed and I kept telling myself that, as I walked from the subway station to the high school. And at the same time I couldnt doubt it. I was scared, scared for Sonny. He became real to me again. A great block of ice got settled in my belly and kept melting there slowly all day long, while I taught my classes algebra. It was a special kind of ice. It kept melting, sending trickles of ice water all up and down my veins, but it never got less. Sometimes it hardened and seemed to expand until I felt my guts were going to come spilling out or that I was going to choke or scream. This would always be at a moment when I was remembering some specific thing Sonny had said or done.”
What is remarkable about that passage is the way Baldwin is able to describe a feeling we have all had when weve been extremely upset for a protracted period of time. The “ice”, of course, is natures attempts to numb the terrible shock and pain of learning about Sonnys arrest, and the fear that the narrator feels for his brothers future. The feeling of the ice melting and trickling through his veins is similar to the sensation of goosebumps, or having a chill run up ones spine. The fact that the narrator has to continue to teach his classes despite being in the most intense emotional anguish intensifies the symptoms he experiences internally.
Ice is seldom mentioned in the remainder of the story; but it is still there, if only in its absence. The narrator tells us that after he finishes teaching his classes for that day “my clothes were wet — I may have looked as though Id been sitting in a steam bath, all afternoon.” Just as all his distress about Sonny is locked inside him (in the form of “ice”) so that he can continue to stand in front of the class and teach, his “warmth” is all on the outside, and manifests itself in the form of sweat. Because he cannot deal with Sonnys pain — because he doesnt want pain like that to become a part of his life — the narrator does not write to Sonny in prison until he has experienced a loss of his own. The narrators little girl dies of polio, and at that point he reaches out to the only person who might be able to understand that kind of anguish — Sonny.
When he gets Sonny back home, he momentarily feels “that icy dread again” as he watches his brother for signs of drug addiction, hating himself for being so suspicious but unable to prevent it. The narrator recaps the story of Sonnys life — how their parents had died when Sonny was a teenager, and how Sonny decided to become a jazz pianist, practicing at the piano at the narrators inlaws house as he were “playing for his life” — which he was.
Baldwin implies that Sonny got addicted to heroin because there was so much rage and pain and misery inside him that he couldnt express it; the only time it was quenched at all was when he played the piano, and yet he still had not perfected his skills enough to allow the music to flow out of his soul through his fingers in a way that would heal him inside. Getting high was easier. When Sonny talks about the pain inside him, he brings up the metaphor of cold again: “Its terrible sometimes, inside . . . thats whats the trouble. You walk these streets, black and funky and cold, and theres really not a living ass to talk to, and theres nothing shaking, and theres no way of getting it out — that storm inside. You cant talk it and you cant make love with it, and when you finally try to get with it and play it, you realize nobodys listening. So youve got to listen. You got to find a way to listen. . . . Sometimes youll do anything to play, even cut your mothers throat.”
The difference between Sonny and the narrator is that the narrator is terrified of this kind of naked emotion. When he feels it, it threatens to overwhelm him, and he freezes it into ice inside. This way it doesnt show on the outside (except, perhaps, as sweat)