Friday, March 8, 2013

Someone Knows My Name by Lawrence Hill


I was going to write about another book today, but when I sat down to do it, I couldn't remember the title, just that I didn't like it much.  So I decided that it wasn't really worth writing about if I couldn't even remember the title not 3 weeks after I finished it. 

Instead I wanted to tell you about another book that I read a few weekends ago.  Someone Knows My Name is an epic tale of Aminata, a young African girl who is kidnapped from her village in 1757 and sold into the US slave trade.  She survives the grueling trip aboard a slave ship to be sold onto a South Carolina indigo plantation.  Eventually she is bought by an indigo inspector who takes her to New York City where she eventually escapes and hooks up with abolitionists who take her to Nova Scotia, Sierra Leone and eventually to England to testify in Parliament against slavery. 

It’s a gripping tale.  I started it on Saturday morning and by about 1:00 that day I was already to page 104.  I didn't want to put it down.  Aminata’s life is interesting and action packed and tragic and reads a little like an overview illustration of the slave trade and practices that were so abundant in the 18th and early 19th centuries.  It was a topical book to read during February when we celebrate Black History Month. 

The story is simply written and well drawn so it moves and reads easily.  In fact if not for the blatant violence and somewhat lurid sexual overtones, it might read a little like a Young Adult novel. Imagine “Roots For Girls”.  It was a fun read, something to lose yourself in on a cold rainy weekend.  Even with all the history I've learned and the historical fiction I've read, I was introduced to some new parts of the slave story and gained a new insight on what that journey would have been like for a young woman. 

After the Revolutionary War, the British Government offered those black people who fought or supported their side, the opportunity for freedom and a new start in Nova Scotia.  Runaway slaves and freed blacks were registered in the Book of Negroes, a registry of sympathizers and, with the promise of land ownership, were systematically sent by ship up the coast to Nova Scotia to start over.  Of course the promises were never really fulfilled and the land and climate was such that farming was virtually impossible, so many came back or moved elsewhere.  A group of British abolitionists convinced some of those who were disillusioned to travel back to Africa and begin a colony in Freetown Sierra Leone, right in the backyard of the center of the slave trade.  Its not hard to imagine why that wasn’t such a good idea.  Aminata’s life chronicles these footnotes of history and gives a voice to those who made these amazing journeys. 

My only complaint with the novel was that Aminata’s story is a little coincidental. Some reviewers likened her character to an 18th century Oprah.  She’s just a little too talented and fortunate.  She reads and writes, can translate two African languages, is a talented midwife and healer, speaks well in public, can set type and edit, keep books and write law and survives four long ocean voyages. She even is the scribe for the Book of Negroes.  There’s really nothing she can’t do.  But then again, her story is meant to be extraordinary. 

What struck me as brilliance is the level of detail with which Lawrence Hill writes Aminata’s story.  He must have employed an army of researchers to fact check every detail that lends the color and atmosphere to the book.  He really knows his stuff.  Son of two Canadian civil rights activists, Hill has the perspective and understanding of his subject matter that comes from being around it his whole life.  He is a talented storyteller and understands how to hook a reader and keep them interested throughout the whole book while learning something along the way.

So on these cold and rainy March weekends, give yourself a treat and pick up Someone Knows My Name.  Light a fire in the fireplace, curl up on the couch with some snacks and a warm drink and dig in.  You won’t be sorry you did.

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