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I read M.T. Anderson's The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Volume I: The Pox Party about two years ago, in the bookstore, in a single sitting. The sequel, The Kingdom on the Waves, came out recently, and I just finished a back-to-back read of both. I finished each in about a day because I could not put them down, and they are pretty much hovering around the top of list of books of this year.
In other words, this is not just a booklogging post; this is a hardcore book rec, of the 'READ, READ IT NOW!' variety.
The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing is an amazingly original story set during the Revolutionary War, written in a first-person eighteenth-century style that reads almost fantastical - Gothic, or dystopian science fiction, or dark adventure in a made-up land - and is all the more powerful because it isn't. If you are a Revolutionary War buff, read it; if you don't care at all or are completely sick of the Revolutionary War and think you have read everything there is to read about it, trust me, read it! It's hard to describe these book without making them sound less intense or dryer or harder to get through than they are. They are difficult reads in many ways; the language is rich and complex and very accurately stylized for the period, and, more importantly, many of the scenes in the novels are fundamentally harrowing. But this is a story that wraps you up in it and moves you along rapidly with it. The books are also savagely funny at times, and the characters and the dialogue are pretty much too awesome for words.
One of my favorite characters is Pro Bono, a slave who is a valet in Octavian's household as he grows up. (By 'favorite characters', I basically mean 'oh my god marry me'; this is not frivolous to say because, at one point when Bono has been exceptionally awesome, a super-cynical elderly philosopher says exactly the same thing!)
"What are these papers?" asked Mr. Sharpe.
"I am a fashionable man," said Bono. "It's a catalogue of fashions."
Mr. Sharpe held out his hand.
Bono handed over the sheaf. "There ain't nothing illegal," he said, "about being devilish handsome."
Mr. Sharpe flipped through the pages. I stood behind him, but could not see Bono's miscellany. I could perceive, however, Mr. Sharpe's agitation. "For what purpose do you collect these?" he demanded.
"I'm part of the bo mond. I fancy seeing what your man on the street is wearing."
"Do you know where Mr. Gitney is?"
"I believe he is in the garden, sir."
"Let's go and fetch him."
"Yes, sir."
"To authorize your whipping. You," he said to me, "go call one of the grooms. Tell him to bring a riding crop and meet us in the garden."
Bono walked out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. Mr. Sharpe followed, saying, "Three more lashes for the slam."
I went to the table where the papers had been left. I lifted up the first, blank, page, and surveyed those beneath, to see, as Bono quoth, what the man on the street was wearing.
It was a catalogue of horrors. Page after page of Negroes in bridles, strapped to walls, advertisements for shackles, reports of hangings of slaves for theft or insubordination. He had, those many months, been collecting offers for children sold cheap, requests for aid in running down families who had fled their masters. For the first time, I saw masks of iron with metal mouth-bits for the slave to suck to enforce absolute silence. I saw razored necklaces, collars of spikes that supported the head. I saw women chained in coffles, bent over the wharves.
Mr. Gitney burned Bono's fashion catalogue an hour later.
"Let us rid ourselves," he said, "of this noisome object."
But I could not rid myself of it. It was the common property of us all.
Also amazing is Octavian's mother, Casseiopeia, and of course Octavian himself, whose narration pulls the book together (though there are other 'primary source' documents interspersed as well.)
This is the sort of book where no one is let off the hook; no one and nothing escapes. And yes, it's very dark - but I wouldn't call it bleak. The text is too rich for that.
So basically, go out, find these books, and read them. And then come back and talk to me about them! Because oh man.
In other words, this is not just a booklogging post; this is a hardcore book rec, of the 'READ, READ IT NOW!' variety.
The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing is an amazingly original story set during the Revolutionary War, written in a first-person eighteenth-century style that reads almost fantastical - Gothic, or dystopian science fiction, or dark adventure in a made-up land - and is all the more powerful because it isn't. If you are a Revolutionary War buff, read it; if you don't care at all or are completely sick of the Revolutionary War and think you have read everything there is to read about it, trust me, read it! It's hard to describe these book without making them sound less intense or dryer or harder to get through than they are. They are difficult reads in many ways; the language is rich and complex and very accurately stylized for the period, and, more importantly, many of the scenes in the novels are fundamentally harrowing. But this is a story that wraps you up in it and moves you along rapidly with it. The books are also savagely funny at times, and the characters and the dialogue are pretty much too awesome for words.
One of my favorite characters is Pro Bono, a slave who is a valet in Octavian's household as he grows up. (By 'favorite characters', I basically mean 'oh my god marry me'; this is not frivolous to say because, at one point when Bono has been exceptionally awesome, a super-cynical elderly philosopher says exactly the same thing!)
"What are these papers?" asked Mr. Sharpe.
"I am a fashionable man," said Bono. "It's a catalogue of fashions."
Mr. Sharpe held out his hand.
Bono handed over the sheaf. "There ain't nothing illegal," he said, "about being devilish handsome."
Mr. Sharpe flipped through the pages. I stood behind him, but could not see Bono's miscellany. I could perceive, however, Mr. Sharpe's agitation. "For what purpose do you collect these?" he demanded.
"I'm part of the bo mond. I fancy seeing what your man on the street is wearing."
"Do you know where Mr. Gitney is?"
"I believe he is in the garden, sir."
"Let's go and fetch him."
"Yes, sir."
"To authorize your whipping. You," he said to me, "go call one of the grooms. Tell him to bring a riding crop and meet us in the garden."
Bono walked out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. Mr. Sharpe followed, saying, "Three more lashes for the slam."
I went to the table where the papers had been left. I lifted up the first, blank, page, and surveyed those beneath, to see, as Bono quoth, what the man on the street was wearing.
It was a catalogue of horrors. Page after page of Negroes in bridles, strapped to walls, advertisements for shackles, reports of hangings of slaves for theft or insubordination. He had, those many months, been collecting offers for children sold cheap, requests for aid in running down families who had fled their masters. For the first time, I saw masks of iron with metal mouth-bits for the slave to suck to enforce absolute silence. I saw razored necklaces, collars of spikes that supported the head. I saw women chained in coffles, bent over the wharves.
Mr. Gitney burned Bono's fashion catalogue an hour later.
"Let us rid ourselves," he said, "of this noisome object."
But I could not rid myself of it. It was the common property of us all.
Also amazing is Octavian's mother, Casseiopeia, and of course Octavian himself, whose narration pulls the book together (though there are other 'primary source' documents interspersed as well.)
This is the sort of book where no one is let off the hook; no one and nothing escapes. And yes, it's very dark - but I wouldn't call it bleak. The text is too rich for that.
So basically, go out, find these books, and read them. And then come back and talk to me about them! Because oh man.
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Date: 2008-12-18 04:48 pm (UTC)(I actually ended up returning the sequel to the library two days past when it was due. >.> But I could not give it up now!)
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Date: 2008-12-19 02:30 am (UTC)So, despite minor irritation at the tall s -- I can ignore it most of the time, but it drives me nuts when I have to stop and think about whether Mr. Coſſ's name is Coss or Coff -- AS ADVERTISED, BECCA, AS ADVERTISED. Also, WHY DIDN'T YOU ADVERTISE IT BEFORE?
*hearts Bono, and Dr. Trefusis, and Octavian OMG, and that letter from Dr. Trefusis to his friend Matthias? OMG SHINY HEARTS and OW.*
(I just finished Part II of Vol I.)
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Date: 2008-12-19 02:40 am (UTC)Oh my god, that letter. Dr. Trefusis. His level of scathing cynicism is a necessity and a joy, under the circumstances! (You are talking about the part I think you are, right? Just after the Pox Party? Which: one of the best dramatic setups in fiction, no lie!) AND NOW YOU SEE WHY I AM 100% IN LOVE WITH BONO.
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Date: 2008-12-18 05:14 pm (UTC)I was recommending Octavian Nothing to somebody the other day on LJ and she was like, is it a Serious Book 'cos I don't tend to read those even when I know I should, and I was like, no! No, don't deprive yourself of Octavian Nothing! It's not a serious book -- that is, it is -- that is, come baaack!
OH MAN, CASSEIOPEIA. You know the thing that struck me about her when I was reading the book was that she reminded me very strongly of Diana Villiers in Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey/Maturin series (I do not recall if you have read this?) and it's just -- you so rarely get mothers in fiction like that. And that's not even mentioning mothers in fiction who happen not to be white! It's just. AMAZING.
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Date: 2008-12-18 05:22 pm (UTC)Yes I know that is exactly my trouble with how to describe it! Because I want to say, no, it is fun to read . . . why yes it is kind of depressing in places . . . no I do not want to diminish the seriousness of it and I do not enjoy reading about human suffering particularly, but! But!
- you know, I think that is an apt comparison! Though I would not have thought of it myself (because I like her much more than I liked Diana a lot of the time - though I am not a Diana-hater by any means). But yes so much so, I love that she is a mother like that, and how poised and dangerous and in control she is even when she isn't, and her moments of vulnerability, and how she gives the impression of being powerful despite the relatively small level of power she actually has! And I think you will LOVE the bits of retroactive characterization she gets in the next book, which are not unexpected but reinforce just how incredible she is!
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Date: 2008-12-18 05:49 pm (UTC)*Not meaning actually sexy, as in sexually attractive, but the way investment bankers use it. Exciting! Cool! Kakkoi!
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Date: 2008-12-18 06:01 pm (UTC)- wait do you mean you have already read them, or that you are about to? :O
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Date: 2008-12-18 07:10 pm (UTC)(When you have finished you should come back here and talk to me about them!)
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Date: 2008-12-19 03:01 am (UTC)The first volume is definitely at the top of my list for this year, too, and I want to read it again. I also can't wait until the library gets the second one in.
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Date: 2008-12-19 03:33 am (UTC)I do not know what library system you are using, but I just returned the second one to the Brooklyn library, so . . . it's there at least! >.>
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