i was so excited about this book as i LOVED this author’s first novel (Tree of Red Stars). This just wasn’t quite as yummy. It is clear that a tremendous amount of research was done, but it seems she felt obligated to include every damn detail she had gleaned in that research. Long stretches were dry, very descriptive, probably impeccably correct but i found myself gazing at how many more pages were left. The story picked up about a third of the way in, and she took some lovely chances - giving us protagonists from each major indigenous tribe, and a coupla mixed folks, which was nice, if hard to believe. And the underlying story of a mid- 18th C, indigent, Irish, murderess-by-accident, who, in her haste to escape before being caught, leaped onto the wrong ship (dressed as a boy) and sailed off to the “wrong” America; i HATE it when that happens.
There were some Neat Facts about the Indians’ (Guarani) beliefs re dreams and dreaming, and, of course, there is the overall sadness which one feels about the impending future for our heros (genocide campaigns leaving NO Indians in Uruguay) with the attendant loss of all of their knowledge, their music, their culture. But that sadness is present in all books about first peoples where Europeans eventually arrive to rape, pillage and destroy.
Have a nice day!
i tried to attach a photo i lifted from a 19th century book on Uruguay, showing a small group of white boys with shoeshine kits and with this charming descriptor:
“Unlike the Paraguayans, the Uruguayans may justly pride themselves on their almost entirely unmixed blood. The people one sees on the streets, from the well dressed promenaders to the boot blacks, are wholly Caucasian types”
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