During my vacation, I visited a few plantations. Three, in fact. The plantations were beautiful and they exuded their history…completely with slave quarters.
It inspired me to read Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl by Harriet Jacobs. I have always been fascinated with reading the novels that delved into the lives of slaves. Especially when they are written by a slave and they are as authentic as this.
I always root for the slaves of course and I cry or cheer for them depending on what is happening in their lives. I am frequently enraged with the “masters” and find them quite despicable because I am so drawn into the characters. This story was exactly that. It is an autobiography and Harriet Jacobs is an extremely sympathetic character.
As a matter of fact, all the characters draw you in one way or another and it was rich in plot. It highlighted a devestating story of the sacrifices a mother must make but especially a mother who is also a slave. Though you can sympathize with the character, thankfully we are not so unfortunate that we can ever empathize.
I am always most enthralled with the slaves that were literate and consequently with the masters who were not so threatened or heartless to teach them. The complicated dynamics wherein a young white child is the master of a black child in the same age range as themselves but also simultaneously build the closest of relationships that rival the relationship with their own siblings have tugged at my heartstrings.
It wasn’t the best of all the books I have read in the same genre but it was right up there. I would give it at least
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Some may say, that visiting plantations may have influenced my opinion of this book and they may be right. I was in the right place to really get into this story and envision the characters working the land while I toured. Perhaps because of timing, I would even dare to put this book right up there with the likes of Book of Negros and Cane River (which happen to be my two favorites). I don’t think there will be a dispute on that one.