After finishing Solomon Northup’s autobiography, Twelve Years a Slave, I must say it’s not bad. Throughout the entire book, Solomon’s words paint vivid pictures. Those pictures can be visualized when he describes his violin carrying sounds across the house, the distress on Mrs. Epps’ face when her husband rapes their slave, and whippings at the … More Twelve Years a Slave—Exceptional Contrasts—It’s pretty good

As I search the crevices of my mind, searching for the pieces of literature that have sparked the most emotion in my heart, I cannot ignore Solomon Northup’s autobiography, Twelve Years a Slave. His story is one of misfortune. Like many of his fellow negros during that era, Northup was a victim of his time. … More Slavery and the Sorrow Factory