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Push: A Novel

bySapphire

Paperback | April 29, 1997

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"Push: Based on the Novel by Sapphire," directed by Lee Daniels and written
by Damien Paul

GRAND JURY PRIZE and AUDIENCE AWARD winner at the 2009 Sundance Film
Festival

Relentless, remorseless, and inspirational, this "horrific, hope-filled story" (Newsday) is certain to haunt a generation of readers. Precious Jones, 16 years old and pregnant by her father with her second child, meets a determined and highly radical teacher who takes her on a journey of transformation and redemption.
Sapphire is the author of American Dreams, a collection of poetry which was cited by Publishers Weekly as, "One of the strongest debut collections of the nineties." Push, her novel, won the Book-of-the-Month Club Stephen Crane award for First Fiction, the Black Caucus of the American Library Association's First Novelist Award, and, in ...
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Title:Push: A NovelFormat:PaperbackDimensions:192 pages, 8 × 5.2 × 0.55 inPublished:April 29, 1997Publisher:Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0679766758

ISBN - 13:9780679766759

Reviews

Rated 5 out of 5 by from A disturbing reality It is sad that this kind of stuff happens, but people should know about it.
Date published: 2017-02-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Inspirational! I absolutely loved reading this novel! It taught me to persevere and do my best!
Date published: 2017-02-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Good book It's a tough and emotional read. There were many moments where I could not believe or stomach how a mother could be so mean to own their fresh and blood. Overall, I'm glad I read it.
Date published: 2017-01-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent But I don't recommend reading it in public. Very emotional story.
Date published: 2017-01-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Painful yet brilliant I'd been avoiding this book because I always find it hard to get into books that acclaimed movies are based on. Especially if I've seen the movie. But Push is an excellent story. It's terrible and uncomfortable and touching and horrible all at once. I couldn't put it down until I was done. Though at points on the weekend I had to because I had calls to answer at work. I really recommend this book. It's a challenge, but a good one. It almost reads like a poem or a song because of the rhythm of the sentence structure and I really, really enjoyed that.
Date published: 2010-07-12
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Lacks some Depth Claireece Precious Jones endures unimaginable hardships in her young life. Abused by her mother, raped by her father, she grows up poor, angry, illiterate, fat, unloved and generally unnoticed. This story was sad, but really showcased the reality victims of abuse go through everyday. How the people the victims should be able to trust the most to help them, are the ones hurting them in every way. Physically,emotionally, sexually, or not believing them or being their when they need it most. Although I liked the idea of this book, I felt that there was not a lot of connections to the characters. We don't know a lot about anyone, just what Precious tells us throughout. We here about the things she went through, and it's sad, but we don't really know much about her personally. There isn't really a lot known about any of the characters in the story. I feel the story could have given us more that way, to allow us to actually feel more attached to the characters. As well, I would have liked to have seen more of an ending, whether good or bad. As it is, the story just ends, and although we know some good and bad things were going to happen it would have been nice to see more of what her future held. I'm now curious to see how this was made into a movie!
Date published: 2010-04-30
Rated 3 out of 5 by from A TOUGH READ Precious Jones is an angry, obese and illiterate sixteen year old girl who has suffered horrific abuse at the hands of both her parents. Now pregnant with her second child (by her father) Precious is an invisible statistic within both the education and social service systems, just one more of Harlem’s casualties and a number that her school would rather advance and graduate than help. With the meeting of an extraordinary teacher Precious is finally ‘seen’ and starts to receive the help and encouragement that she so desperately deserves. Learning not only how to read and write about her life but how to make it on her own for the first time. At 139 pages Push was a short but tough read for me on many different levels and I found myself putting it aside more than once so I could regroup. The subject matter here is beyond shocking, at times nauseating and definitely not for the feint of heart. And unfortunately just when you think it couldn’t possibly get any sadder, it does. Precious’s story has also been written in the vernacular and requires some deciphering to be able to understand what she’s trying to say. Through journal entries (and some flashbacks) between Precious and her teacher, Ms Rain Precious tells us her story. Including; illegible writing (with translations) incorrect spelling and grammar, slang, swearing, alphabet recitals, poems and corrections from Ms Rain. As her reading, writing and self esteem issues improve so does the writing in the book, so that towards the end Precious is talking about GEDs and college and I’m enjoying her progress in a very real way. Despite everything Precious’s spirit is very real and you can’t help but cheer for her and hope for the best. PUSH is the book that the recent academy award winning film "Precious" was based upon and although I haven't seen the movie yet, out of the two (and in a push) I would recommend the movie. Cheers!
Date published: 2010-04-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great - powerful. Read this in one sitting...really powerful. Wanted to read the book before seeing the movie. Pick it up if you get a chance.
Date published: 2010-03-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Very unique! One of the most unique books I have ever read! Was definetly quite discriptive and foul at times, but kept my attention the entire time! I enjoyed it.
Date published: 2010-03-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Read It was a great read. Like everyone says, its really an emotional trip with the book. It is worth the read though.
Date published: 2009-12-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Leaves you wanting more! Was a good book.Had grafic details about her abuse but like most other reviews It was a bit hard to read at times for the fact that it was written the way Precious speaks. But nothing to deter you from reading on . The ending left me wanting to know more. But you know she is headed for greatness. This book gave me motivation ,endurance and gratitude. You wont be disappointed.
Date published: 2009-12-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Disturbing but Insightful Push is not for the faint at heart. The story of this young girl, who never really has any normalcy in her life, is sad to say the least. It really gave me a deeper understanding of the poverty and isolation that many in the African American community face. Precious (the main character) faces more than most people could deal with, but still holds onto hope and prospers. I really enjoyed the way Sapphire wrote the book - at first I had a hard time with the language and spelling but got used to it and it really provides authenticity to the story. I am interested in seeing how the book translates onto the silver screen - there are some very disturbing scenes in the book (concerning incest) that are key to the story line but will be hard to portray in a movie-format.
Date published: 2009-12-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A true tearjerker! This novel is so emotionally moving and intense...be prepared, bring some tissues. It is written from the point of view of an illiterate teenager, and therefore it is sometimes hard to follow and read (that is probably its downfall!) But well worth the read.
Date published: 2009-12-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A moving masterpeice! The book is told from the perspective of Precious Jones.The grammar and style of writing progresses with the growth and enlightenment of the protagonist. Now onto the good part, the book is hard to read at times. You are told in detail of abuses mentally and physically that precious goes through. This is an eye opener and and opportunity for spiritual and mental growth; therefore a must read for anyone who wishes to see what people different than you or just like you go through. This book taught me that no matter what i go through, there is always someone out there who is going through a harder time than i am, and that i should show acts of kindness, the next person i deal with maybe precious. Finally, push as it is aptly named, does in fact push the boundaries of our own tolerance. The one thing that will always remind me of precious is how she always tried not to cry when someone showed her kindness, even if it was just buying her a bag of chips. 5 stars.
Date published: 2009-09-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great story of courage Regardless of age, color, or background, this story is a great one of courage and bravery. I can't wait for the movie to come out! If you don't know about the movie yet, it will be produced by Tyler Perry and Oprah. It will be titled PRECIOUS.
Date published: 2009-08-18

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1I was left back when I was twelve because I had a baby for my fahver. That was in 1983. I was out of school for a year. This gonna be my second baby. My daughter got Down Sinder. She's retarded. I had got left back in the second grade too, when I was seven, 'cause I couldn't read (and I still peed on myself). I should be in the eleventh grade, getting ready to go into the twelf' grade so I can gone 'n graduate. But I'm not. I'm in the ninfe grade.I got suspended from school 'cause I'm pregnant which I don't think is fair. I ain' did nothin'!My name is Claireece Precious Jones. I don't know why I'm telling you that. Guess 'cause I don't know how far I'm gonna go with this story, or whether it's even a story or why I'm talkin'; whether I'm gonna start from the beginning or right from here or two weeks from now. Two weeks from now? Sure you can do anything when you talking or writing, it's not like living when you can only do what you doing. Some people tell a story 'n it don't make no sense or be true. But I'm gonna try to make sense and tell the truth, else what's the fucking use? Ain' enough lies and shit out there already?So, OK, it's Thursday, September twenty-four 1987 and I'm walking down the hall. I look good, smell good-fresh, clean. It's hot but I do not take off my leather jacket even though it's hot, it might get stolen or lost. Indian summer, Mr Wicher say. I don't know why he call it that. What he mean is, it's hot, 90 degrees, like summer days. And there is no, none, I mean none, air conditioning in this mutherfucking building. The building I'm talking about is, of course, I.S. 146 on 134th Street between Lenox Avenue and Adam Clayton Powell Jr Blvd. I am walking down the hall from homeroom to first period maff. Why they put some shit like maff first period I do not know. Maybe to gone 'n git it over with. I actually don't mind maff as much as I had thought I would. I jus' fall in Mr Wicher's class sit down. We don't have assigned seats in Mr Wicher's class, we can sit anywhere we want. I sit in the same seat everyday, in the back, last row, next to the door. Even though I know that back door be locked. I don't say nuffin' to him. He don't say nuffin' to me, now. First day he say, "Class turn the book pages to page 122 please." I don't move. He say, "Miss Jones, I said turn the book pages to page 122." I say, "Mutherfucker I ain't deaf!" The whole class laugh. He turn red. He slam his han' down on the book and say, "Try to have some discipline." He a skinny little white man about five feets four inches. A peckerwood as my mother would say. I look at him 'n say, "I can slam too. You wanna slam?" 'N I pick up my book 'n slam it down on the desk hard. The class laugh some more. He say, "Miss Jones I would appreciate it if you would leave the room right NOW." I say, "I ain' going nowhere mutherfucker till the bell ring. I came here to learn maff and you gon' teach me." He look like a bitch just got a train pult on her. He don't know what to do. He try to recoup, be cool, say, "Well, if you want to learn, calm down--" "I'm calm," I tell him. He say, "If you want to learn, shut up and open your book." His face is red, he is shaking. I back off. I have won. I guess.I didn't want to hurt him or embarrass him like that you know. But I couldn't let him, anybody, know, page 122 look like page 152, 22, 3, 6, 5--all the pages look alike to me. 'N I really do want to learn. Everyday I tell myself something gonna happen, some shit like on TV. I'm gonna break through or somebody gonna break through to me--I'm gonna learn, catch up, be normal, change my seat to the front of the class. But again, it has not been that day.But thas the first day I'm telling you about. Today is not the first day and like I said I was on my way to maff class when Mrs Lichenstein snatch me out the hall to her office. I'm really mad 'cause actually I like maff even though I don't do nuffin', don't open my book even. I jus' sit there for fifty minutes. I don't cause trouble. In fac' some of the other natives get restless I break on 'em. I say, "Shut up mutherfuckers I'm tryin' to learn something." First they laugh like trying to pull me into fuckin' with Mr Wicher and disrupting the class. Then I get up 'n say, "Shut up mutherfuckers I'm tryin' to learn something." The coons clowning look confuse, Mr Wicher look confuse. But I'm big, five feet nine-ten, I weigh over two hundred pounds. Kids is scared of me. "Coon fool," I tell one kid done jumped up. "Sit down, stop ackin' silly." Mr Wicher look at me confuse but grateful. I'm like the polices for Mr Wicher. I keep law and order. I like him, I pretend he is my husband and we live together in Weschesser, wherever that is.I can see by his eyes Mr Wicher like me too. I wish I could tell him about all the pages being the same but I can't. I'm getting pretty good grades. I usually do. I just wanna gone get the fuck out of I.S. 146 and go to high school and get my diploma.Anyway I'm in Mrs Lichenstein's office. She's looking at me, I'm looking at her. I don't say nuffin'. Finally she say, "So Claireece, I see we're expecting a little visitor." But it's not like a question, she's telling me. I still don't say nuffin'. She staring at me, from behind her big wooden desk, she got her white bitch hands folded together on top her desk."Claireece."Everybody call me Precious. I got three names--Claireece Precious Jones. Only mutherfuckers I hate call me Claireece."How old are you Claireece?"White cunt box got my file on her desk. I see it. I ain't that late to lunch. Bitch know how old I am."Sixteen is ahh rather ahh"--she clear her throat--"old to still be in junior high school."I still don't say nuffin'. She know so much let her ass do the talking."Come now, you are pregnant, aren't you Claireece?"She asking now, a few seconds ago the hoe just knew what I was."Claireece?"She tryin' to talk all gentle now and shit."Claireece, I'm talking to you."I still don't say nuffin'. This hoe is keeping me from maff class. I like maff class. Mr Wicher like me in there, need me to keep those rowdy niggers in line. He nice, wear a dope suit every day. He do not come to school looking like some of these other nasty ass teachers."I don't want to miss no more of maff class," I tell stupid ass Mrs Lichenstein.She look at me like I said I wanna suck a dog's dick or some shit. What's with this cunt bucket? (That's what my muver call women she don't like, cunt buckets. I kinda get it and I kinda don't get it, but I like the way it sounds so I say it too.)I get up to go, Mrs Lichenstein ax me to please sit down, she not through with me yet. But I'm through with her, thas what she don't get."This is your second baby?" she says. I wonder what else it say in that file with my name on it. I hate her."I think we should have a parent-teacher conference Claireece--me, you, and your mom.""For what?" I say. "I ain' done nuffin'. I doose my work. I ain' in no trouble. My grades is good."Mrs Lichenstein look at me like I got three arms or a bad odor out my pussy or something.What my muver gon' do I want to say. What is she gonna do? But I don't say that. I jus' say, "My muver is busy. ""Well maybe I could arrange to come to your house--" The look on my face musta hit her, which is what I was gonna do if she said one more word. Come to my house! Nosy ass white bitch! I don't think so! We don't be coming to your house in Weschesser or wherever the fuck you freaks live. Well I be damned, I done heard everything, white bitch wanna visit."Well then Claireece, I'm afraid I'm going to have to suspend you--""For what!""You're pregnant and--""You can't suspend me for being pregnant, I got rights!""Your attitude Claireece is one of total uncooperation--"I reached over the desk. I was gonna yank her fat ass out that chair. She fell backwards trying to get away from me 'n started screaming, "SECURITY SECURITY!"I was out the door and on the street and I could still hear her stupid ass screaming, "SECURITY SECURITY!""Precious!" That's my mother calling me.I don't say nothin'. She been staring at my stomach. I know what's coming. I keep washing dishes. We had fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, and Wonder bread for dinner. I don't know how many months pregnant I am. I don't wanna stand here 'n hear Mama call me slut. Holler 'n shout on me all day like she did the last time. Slut! Nasty ass tramp! What you been doin'! Who! Who! WHOoooo like owl in Walt Disney movie I seen one time. Whooo? Ya wanna know who--"Claireece Precious Jones I'm talkin' to you!"I still don't answer her. I was standing at this sink the last time I was pregnant when them pains hit, wump! Ahh wump! I never felt no shit like that before. Sweat was breaking out on my forehead, pain like fire was eating me up. I jus' standing there 'n pain hit me, then pain go sit down, then pain git up 'n hit me harder! 'N she standing there screaming at me, "Slut! Goddam slut! You fuckin' cow! I don't believe this, right under my nose. You been high tailing it round here." Pain hit me again, then she hit me. I'm on the floor groaning, "Mommy please, Mommy please, please Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY!" Then she KICK me side of my face! "Whore! Whore!" she screamin'. Then Miz West live down the hall pounding on the door, hollering "Mary! Mary! What you doin'! You gonna kill that chile! She need help not no beating, is you crazy!"Mama say, "She shoulda tole me she was pregnant!""Jezus Mary, you didn't know. I knew, the whole building knew. Are you crazy--""Don't tell me nothin' about my own chile--""Nine-one-one! Nine-one-one! Nine-one-one!" Miz West screamin' now. She call Mama a fool.Pain walking on me now. Jus' stomping on me. I can't see hear, I jus' screamin', "Mommy! Mommy!"Some mens, these ambulance mens, I don't see 'em or hear 'em come in. But I look up from the pain and he dere. This Spanish guy in EMS uniform. He push me back on a cushion. I'm like in a ball from the pain. He say, "RELAX!" The pain stabbing me wif a knife and this spic talking 'bout relax.He touch my forehead put his other hand on the side of my belly. "What's your name?" he say. "Huh?" I say. "Your name?" "Precious," I say. He say, "Precious, it's almost here. I want you to push, you hear me momi, when that shit hit you again, go with it and push, Preshecita. Push."And I did.And always after that I look for someone with his face and eyes in Spanish peoples. He coffee-cream color, good hair. I remember that. God. I think he was god. No man was never nice like that to me before. I ask at the hospital behind him, "Where that guy help me?" They say, "Hush girl you jus' had a baby."But I can't hush 'cause they keep asking me questions. My name? Precious Jones. Claireece Precious Jones to be exact. Birth date? November 4, 1970. Where? "Here," I say, "right chere in Harlem Hospital." "Nineteen seventy?" the nurse say confuse quiet. Then she say, "How old are you?" I say, "Twelve." I was heavy at twelve too, nobody get I'm twelve 'less I tell them. I'm tall. I jus' know I'm over two hundred 'cause the needle on the scale in the bathroom stop there it don't can go no further. Last time they want to weigh me at school I say no. Why for, I know I'm fat. So what. Next topic for the day.But this not school nurse now, this Harlem Hospital where I was borned, where me and my baby got tooked after it was borned on the kitchen floor at 444 Lenox Avenue. This nurse slim butter-color woman. She lighter than some Spanish womens but I know she black. I can tell. It's something about being a nigger ain't color. This nurse same as me. A lot of black people with nurse cap or big car or light skin same as me but don't know it. I'm so tired I jus' want to disappear. I wish Miss Butter would leave me alone but she jus' staring at me, her eyes getting bigger and bigger. She say she need to get some more information for the birth certificate.It still tripping me out that I had a baby. I mean I knew I was pregnant, knew how I got pregnant. I been knowing a man put his dick in you, gush white stuff in your booty you could get pregnant. I'm twelve now, I been knowing about that since I was five or six, maybe I always known about pussy and dick. I can't remember not knowing. No, I can't remember a time I did not know. But thas all I knowed. I didn't know how long it take, what's happening inside, nothing, I didn't know nothing.The nurse is saying something I don't hear. I hear kids at school. Boy say I'm laffing ugly. He say, "Claireece is so ugly she laffing ugly." His fren' say, "No, that fat bitch is crying ugly." Laff laff. Why I'm thinking about those stupid boys now I don't know."Mother," she say. "What's your mother's name?" I say, "Mary L Johnston" (L for Lee but my mother don't like Lee, soun' too country). "Where your mother born," she say. I say, "Greenwood, Mississippi." Nurse say, "You ever been there?" I say, "Naw, I never been nowhere." She say, "Reason I ask is I'm from Greenwood, Mississippi, myself." I say, "Oh," 'cause I know I'm spozed to say something."Father," she say. "What's your daddy's name?""Carl Kenwood Jones, born in the Bronx."She say, "What's the baby's father's name?"I say, "Carl Kenwood Jones, born in the same Bronx."

Bookclub Guide

US1. What does this story tell us about the inadequacy of ordinary schools to deal with students' problems and with their resulting learning handicaps? "I got A in English and never say nuffin', do nuffin'"[p. 49], Precious says. Precious's principal in effect tells her teacher to give up on her, saying, "Focus on the ones who can learn"[p. 37]. Is this an understandable or forgivable attitude? How would you describe Mr. Wicher and his teaching methods? Is he merely a coward or is he trying his best? 2. "The tesses paint a picture of me wif no brain," says Precious. "The tesses paint a picture of me an' my muver—my whole family, we more than dumb, we invisible"[p. 30]. In what way are Precious and her family members invisible to the larger world? If you have read Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man, can you compare the way the two authors use the metaphor of invisibility for their characters? 3. During the course of the story, Precious is obliged to confront her own prejudices and modify or reject them. Her experience with the Hispanic EMS man makes her look at Hispanics for the first time as human beings like herself; her friendship with Ms. Rain and Jermaine makes her reexamine her knee-jerk homophobia. Early in the novel she says, "I hate crack addicts. They give the race a bad name"[p. 14], but later she questions that uncompromising position. In an interview, Sapphire said of Precious that "she doesn't know that hating gay people or hating Jews or hating foreigners is detrimental to her" (Interview, June 1996). Why is it detrimental to her? Why is it imperative that she lose her prejudices before she, herself, can be helped? 4. How would you describe Precious's self-image at the beginning of the book, and how would you describe it at the end? How have her friends and supporters succeeded in helping to alter her view of herself? 5. What is Precious's attitude toward Louis Farrakhan and his movement at the beginning of the story? How does this attitude change during the course of her education? Why have Farrakhan and his opinions become such a vital part of her worldview? What do you deduce the author's attitude toward him to be? 6. A famous—or perhaps infamous—Labor Department study, the Moynihan Report, blamed the absence of fathers and the dominance of women (rather than economic and racial inequality) for the problems confronting the African American family. Many black scholars and activists have argued against the report's conclusions. Which side of the argument do you believe Push to support? 7. Push presents what one reviewer called "one of the most disturbing portraits of motherhood ever published" (City Paper, November 1996). How would you explain or interpret Precious's mother's behavior? 8. "Miz Rain say we is a nation of raped children, that the black man in America today is the product of rape" [pp. 68–69]. What does Ms. Rain mean by this metaphor, and does it strike you as an accurate one? 9. Precious tells Ms. Rain that the welfare helps her mother, to which Ms. Rain responds, "When you get home from the hospital look and see how much welfare has helped your mother" [p. 73]. What does this novel indicate about abuses and inadequacies in the system? How might an ideal system be constructed? 10. Precious's file reflects the government "workfare" point of view, that Precious should already be earning her own living, possibly as a home attendant. Precious objects violently to this idea. Can you understand the social worker's point of view? Have Precious's and Jermaine's arguments [pp. 121–123] changed any opinions you previously held on this subject? 11. "Miz Rain say value. Values determine how we live much as money do. I say Miz Rain stupid there. All I can think she don't know to have NOTHIN'"[p. 64]. Which opinion do you agree with, or is there something to be said for both? What answer, if any, does the novel offer? 12. "One of the myths we've been taught," Sapphire has said, "is that oppression creates moral superiority. I'm here to tell you that the more oppressed a person is, the more oppressive they will be" (Bomb, Fall 1996). How does the novel illustrate the concept of the cycle of abuse? How does Precious break that cycle, and what aspects of her own character enable her to do so? 13. Push has been called a Dickensian novel, to which Sapphire has responded, "Part of what's so wrong in this story is that we're not in a Dickensian era. Those things shouldn't be happening in a post-industrial society" (Bomb, Fall 1996). She sees the novel as "an indictment of American culture, which is both black and white" (ibid). What aspects of our culture have enabled the inequities described in the novel to develop? Would you say that contemporary American cities consist, as Dickens's London was said to, of two entirely different cultures, the rich one and the poor? 14. Why do you think Sapphire has chosen to end the story where she does? Does the book end on a sad or hopeful note? What sort of future do you envision for Precious? 15. What is the significance of the novel's title, Push? At what points in her life is Precious enjoined to "push"? What is meant by this word, and how does Precious respond to the injunctions?

From Our Editors

Relentless, remorseless, and inspirational, this "horrific, hope-filled story" ("Newsday") is certain to haunt a generation of readers. Precious Jones, 16 years old and pregnant by her father with her second child, meets a determined and highly radical teacher who takes her on a journey of transformation and redemption