Whenever i finish a Benjamin January tale i feel like i’ve consumed so much more than a finely woven, well articulated mystery - i also have so much fun looking up all the stuff i didn’t know about the time and place.
Have you ever (as i have multiple times) asked yourself, or the world in general - “Why Chihuahuas?” i love dogs - all animals actually, but chihuahuas? They’re yappy, nippy, edgy not particularly furry, demanding, too small for protection or warmth… Now we know why sweet harmless dogs genes were twisted, contorted painfully until they produced: chihuahua. They were created to be bumped off.
(pg 154-5) “They sacrificed dogs, as well you know. Ate them of course, too. Rather than sacrifice a full sized and perfectly edible dog, they bred them specifically for sacrifice, down to the size of rat.”
I also learned about catamites, vinegaroons, and, most importantly, the powerful god Huitzilopochtli, “the left-handed hummingbird, he was the one they had to fear….He needed blood - great quantities of it - if the sun was to rise the next day, and I must say it seems to have worked, because the sun rose on schedule….”
Set in Mexico just prior to the kerfuffle that was Santa Anna’s war with Texas, we view all strata of society; the corruption and greed of the wealthy and the struggle for survival and meaning in the poor, this story weaves lots of cultural contrast - some with eventual understanding, many not so much. Our protagonist himself is a unique combination of contrasts - a very dark skinned “free man of color” - who thinks he might feel safer in Mexico where “slavery” doesn’t exist. But, like the USA circa 200 years later, slavery does exist and perhaps always will; as long as there are such unconscionable, absurd, and shameful standing inequities in power and resources as exist now and did then. Perhaps named something else, but when a few hold all the wealth, the land, the water, the control -the others (the 99%) will always be beholden to their overseers and “mastas”. Not a lot of freedom.
So Benjamin sees. Whether he is in Paris (where he trained as a surgeon), New Orleans where he is from, the Northern US (where he can be kidnapped, have his papers stolen and be resold in the south for huge profits, especially in the years after importing more slaves was outlawed in the USA) or here in Mexico - a Black man is always first and foremost a Black man. Few take the moment to learn that he is a world class surgeon, incredibly well read (see: Shakespeare banter) a concert pianist, speaks at least 5 languages that live and a couple (Latin, ancient Greek) that have died, and a deeply spiritual soul.
I know, i know - but how much tobacco can he cut in a day?
I remember as a child thinking how horrible the world WAS in The Past, in the Olden Days - for anyone not male and white. But it really is not any different now - talk to a farmworker in California’s central valley, or the little adolescent girls being trafficked on Industrial in Oakland, the day laborer in San Francisco who does not get paid but can do nothing about it because he is undocumented. Likewise Benjamin figures out how the death occurred but isn’t able to explain it to the 1835-brained people in charge. Geez, how frustrating..
A thoughtful, sometimes funny, often poignant, always smart book. Highly recommended