4.5 stars, just a smidgen under a 5 perfection. The form of diary and letters with footnotes was superb. It worked for me far more than other fiction narrative forms. Rose's writing is indicative of her character, her core, so intensely that it gave a window in itself.
But the eyes were the substance here. This is history and circumstance as it was seen, not as it was later or further interpreted. And I don't need a middle man to interpret history for me. First source material is the thing!! The absolute heart, the intrinsic value!
And what a life. The onus for girl children! Especially on Martinique, that Creole based culture of religious, strict heritage, completely aligned directives. The choices nil on a personal or individual level- across the boards.
This was true even within the continental South of USA Louisiana territory where girls were also commanded to return to France for their unseen bridegrooms. No other marriages permitted. And the younger the better too, in most cases. Plus the slavery surrounds and rebellion slaughtering and circumstances for lethal disease, both bacterial and childbirth related. What are the odds of her fortune coming true to a fruition? Infinitesimal!
But in this dense read, which took me twice the time of a "norm"- much closer to the study of a non-fiction than a fiction work? Well, that first 15 year beginning was actually the "easy" part, IMHO.
Because with the voyages, the deaths surrounding her, the nature of Alexandre, her husband! Coupled with the legacy of her father's proclivities? Can there be any survival instinct of self worth that would not have just fallen away to the same patterns? It would have been so facile. But instead she holds her Mother's core- and like her Mother, will often have to experience separation and heartache and DISTINCT when will it end DISTANCE from her most loved (children)- merely to keep them all alive.
The parts and associations just before the Terror, and within the prison during the period just before Robespierre took his turn were 5 plus star. Can you only imagine the "goods" economics of trying to stay alive, let alone the vermin, the trauma of hearing and listening for your name on those lists every morning. And after a year or two of duplicity / moving/ suspicion and seeing your own husband become fanatic and "inspired" as well. Knowing your household help and close friend may even turn you in for a joke! Much like the Cultural Revolution in China or in "correct" thinking regimes in Russia. But actually far worse, because it was NOT just exile, Siberia, starving in the country for a slower death- but a tumbrel ride among crying teenage "Royalists" all going to the guillotine together in groups every single day. Not just adults either or the middle-aged- but all ages. 70 today, 200 tomorrow, 40 the next day and on and on and on for two years or more. And knowing your help goes to see this every afternoon (when she tells you that she is looking for trade in any goods for consumption) and comes home in high color and with a vigorous attitude! This book puts you there. With that kind of fear and feelings for "liberty" fully dressed in hate.
The legal aspects in this was also 5 star. French bureaucracy never taking a week off during this entire decade- because someone was always "the law" and had written "dictate". Can you imagine what the marriage state itself (by legal definition)actually provided for her? Or her children? Nearly nothing at all but the name itself. She is not even recognized in eventual time within his written will for being a "legal" entity for goods inheritance within his lifetime's proceeds. Plus she is trying to support at least 3 of his illegitimate daughters other than her own two children, and one illegitimate half-sister too, from one of her father's escapades in age.
And to think that you can legislate through pure terror and bloodshed the abolition of faith belief, cultural practice, family loyalty, skills and grasp of knowledge tied within the class structure (like reading, or raising cows purely for cheese, or being able to translate or command water craft or horses)- to me, the absolute futility and ignorance of that entire "restructuring" is ridiculous. Doomed to all failures by the very process of life long mistrust, if nothing else. Let alone the constant and incessant instability.
Waste and poverty as the new badges of "pride" and common sense buried in the pile of the heads.
Rose sees all of this. And feels all of this. And loses so much. The least of it was the material.
The only reason I did not give it a 5 was for a wee bit of detail that I felt Rose curtailed. Like with the state of her teeth, and hair, and within the observations for those she loved in like manner. She tended to overlook the nasty reality of the physical as she disdained to look in her own mirror for long periods of time. If she even had one that is. But that never "realizing" is what probably helped her survive to live another day and not lose her cognition of who she was. Not just what she now looks like she is.
It probably was one of the metals in her soul that got her through. Because she was forged. And Napoleon recognized the quality within that meld. Both sought future advantage- there was no place to go but up. But treading ground that was ever and continuing earthquake.
All their future days? And also with so many of the few surviving under characters. I will continue this after March, 1796 portion, when I can.
This is a Rose who has become a Josephine- her first 32 years. Only 32 years and what she had seen and experienced! The voyages between Martinique and France ALONE.
The charts at the end. The lists of dates. The ever present footnotes. They were top notch magnificent. Would that all fiction writers would herald to such a standard.