hey what the fuck. atrocious. strongly worded letter to follow.
[Someone else in the reviews pointed out that the publishing house may have written this book’s tagline and summary. Nevertheless, the premise put forth of a compelling tale of alternate history it is not. My many qualms are both about how this book does Not follow up on these promises of the summary, and Also how disappointing the actual execution is.]
A brief summation: the first chapter is in 1509 Congo, and a mysterious illness begins to spread! The rest of the book is in early 1850s England (the small rural town of Salisbury and the big city of London). Viola Williams is 16 and sad because the Wasting keep her from being allowed to pursue her dreams of seeing all the wondrous sights and places of the world! Instead she will read travel diaries. She is very close with her father who is a doctor. Dr. Williams tells Viola she might be married to Peter Drinkwater, the son of his old friend, if she so chooses. The fathers meet with their children. The kids like each other well enough. Peter doesn’t mind that Viola (gasp!) reads!!! Peter is going to London to study law like his father and they will be wed when they return. Peter leaves, and stays at the inn where all the students are, and has a really horny roommate who keeps going to brothels despite Peter’s disapproval! Peter keeps up correspondence with Viola! Peter eventually gets Drunk one night after doing so well at a mock trial, and then his roommate gets him Drunker and takes him to a brothel!!! Peter is so disappointed in himself and fearful he has contracted the Wasting and scared now that Viola will reject him! He writes her a letter revealing all! She writes back and tells him that this scares her, but she admires his honesty and knows that other men would be less truthful and if he remains healthy, she will go through with the marriage! Peter’s roommate contracts the Wasting and is branded on the forehead with a W as is custom! Viola writes a speculative fiction book about a world in which the Wasting never happens and people roam about the earth, carefree and naked! Peter passes the bar! Viola’s book gets published! Peter comes home! They get married and move in to Peter’s family’s home and have a baby and argue about finances and then it ends!?!
The tagline on the cover of “The Wages of Sin” declares that this is “A Nineteenth Century England Ravaged by HIV.” To me, such a premise suggests that this book might undertake many large issues, including but not limited to: medical history, class, race, gender, sexuality, colonialism. And, hm. I was very prepared to get riled up about this book no matter how it all broke down, but I did not anticipate nearly three hundred pages of NOTHING happening. Of an utter lack of engagement with histories in a thoughtful, dynamic fashion.
Certain symptoms of HIV and AIDS are mentioned as part of this book’s Wasting, yes. Class differences are alluded to between two or three significant characters’ families, sure. Gender differences take a prominent seat at this table, certainly. But there is one particular absence in this story, and that is: in the wielding of a real history and an actual epidemic which devastates the gay community and particularly impacted the working class and people of color, this book has not a single gay character, nor a whiff of homosexuality. (There is an instance of one character pondering about how for sodomites, the Wasting might affect them worse? but this is a passing thought, a single sentence, and one never returned to in thie 286-page book.)
Additionally, the only people of color we see (in 1851 England! at the height of real-world colonialism and British presence!) are the Africans who are in the first chapter alone, in an establishing introduction that takes place in 1509, and in particular with an enslaved Black woman heavily intimated as the “Patient Zero.” Which, in this regard - did Harry Turtledove in his research ever read Richard McKay’s book “Patient Zero”? Is he aware that Gaétan Dugas, the “real patient zero,” was incorrectly posthumously labeled as such?? That the 0 was an O that stood for “Out of State”??? Boy oh boy. My last note on race (or truth be told, the absence of race) in this book is a mention at the start of chapter five that mentions the slave trade has been forbidden since at least 1700… based not on abolitionist thought or notions of liberation but rather on this world’s understanding/belief that “since the deadly disease had come to christian lands out of Africa, continued traffic in people who might bring it with them was too great a risk to countenance.” This issss quite the move, to choose the ease of Only writing about whiteness with this as the reasoning! I can’t unpack that any more because this is Bonkers!!!
I really, REALLY thought, based on the tagline and summary, that my major issue with this book would be with portrayals of homophobia! I thought this author would write homosexuality badly, carelessly, with Victorian (or, shall we say, Michaelian) attitudes of morality - not that he would avoid them entirely!! Furthermore, I truly, TRULY was convinced that there would be deep and horrible fears of kissing, touching, vague interacting with, even perhaps breathing the same air with ANYONE who got a nick or cut, who menstruated, who spat in the street. Not to mention, of course, terror of catching something from anyone who did have sex! (Sure, this concern specifically is addressed - a brothel is mentioned, laundresses are alluded to as loose women.) Instead of incorporated any medical research and thought and translating it to a speculative 19th century approach, it’s just boiled down to plain ol’ misogyny!
Gender is somehow one of the only Overarching topics our author has seen fit to create an Involved narrative about. (I would say Complicated or Interesting, but. it’s neither of those. It’s only Involved.) Women have to veil their faces and wear oversized garb (n.b.: we gotta call up Edward Said because OOOF the Orientalism!!!) when outdoors to disguise their figures, sooo as not to tempt men? To try to avoid being horrifically cat-called? Women also cannot travel or go places, so our poor ingenue Viola reads travel diaries, dreams of going even to London, wishes she could see faraway sights. I will say, all these stipulations do match up with the “patriachal society” mentioned in the book’s summary.
HOWEVER! This is such a highly focused book that it has some absolutely massive blind spots. Even as our author underscores the injustices women face - their inability to travel safely on their own, the endless harassment and catcalling on the street, the frustration of the everyday tedium of cooking and cleaning and caretaking - women are deeply underserved as a varied and manifold class. We mainly focus on the middling-class families of Viola and Peter. What about women in different class situations? How are women actually living and working and laboring, beyond these two major families? There’s a midwife mentioned who does make a momentary appearance, laundresses alluded to, sex workers engaged with briefly. Embroidery and piecework are referenced as well, but that does not a living make or a family support! What about ANYONE else?! Does domestic work exist in other, higher-class homes - do women do those tasks? How does this world function?! What about the arts! What about theater and entertainment and musicians! What about tutors and teachers! What about museums!
There is a deep lack of worldbuilding, and left me with questions on practically every page that were rarely answered. Who keeps track of any sort of list of the disease? Is it by town/municipality/county/closest city/country? Are there regular medical checks? To whomst are you reporting - the crown, the police, The Lancet, your local doctor (mildly answered in ch. 7 - our ingenue’s doctor father says he must report a diseased patient to the King’s officials and the ecclesiastical authorities)? What are the differences between these different places? Are things more or less stringent in City or Country - what passes under the radar, can people be bribed? (this is dwelt on slightly - the lusty roommate says that there are sex workers with the Wasting, or some may take extra coin for an infected client)? Do neighbors turn each other in? Are doctors and nurses wearing mid-1800s approximations of PPE? Are we fearful of contact? Of fluids? What, medically, do we know?
There are scant mere instances, or occasional examples, or speculative case studies in this book, rather than a world carefully built upon upon fear of infection. We hear an allusion to a father who has strayed before marriage and never told his wife. There is a woman who meets with Doctor Williams, who says she has fallen ill by a lover. But are there any uncles we do not talk about, whose names are in a family bible without a deathdate written below his name? Is there a house down the street that we avoid, now that we heard one of their teenagers has has a dalliance? Is there a hospital spoken about only in whispers cramped with the skeletal bodies of the dying? Are there weekly notices in the paper with a tally of the wasted dead? NO! There is no textural detail, no emotion about this world! Just a lot of chicken stews, eaten with iron utensils that are never seasoned, which feels once again ridiculous (wouldn’t tin or wooden utensils be more affordable and not have rust?! AUGH)
I am also gobsmacked at the absolute lack of community in this book. Everyone is sequestered. When I think of the AIDS crisis, one of the major things I think about is community and the people/circumstances that enabled or or desperately sought or prevented those connections. Of social gatherings and support groups, of life partners forbidden to see each other in hospital, of funeral homes refusing the dead, of the hazmat distancing of bodies and fluids, of packed funerals as friend groups found themselves whittled away at. This book has a lack of community, not to mention a lack of women able to find any community! Viola’s mother and sisters meet her fiancé’s mother and sisters at a community gathering for the first time, which is so silly that a. Viola in her shroud is able to be recognized at all by someone who doesn’t know her, and b. the fathers have been friends since their schooling days and their families have not met before. There’s no social nights, quilting bees, book clubs, salons for women and girls to gather, and childhood education is not brought up in particular detail as another setting where community and friendship might be fostered. Obviously, this book - and the lack of community - is clearly very informed by Covid. But even without the digital online spaces, community can be fostered without contamination - and could even have been another way of gendering and marking differences between two distinct spheres!
Major question: what sort of medical consultation or research went into this! Again, we get some lists of symptoms - sweating, exhaustion, sores, rapid weight loss. Generally, we get examples of what Would happen, rather than what Does happen. We do not get to witness anyone’s degradation and sickness. Even Peter’s lusty roommate, who we do follow his contraction of the wasting and his eventual branding of the W on his forehead - we see him as more a singular unpleasant character upon whom we get to plaster our communal dislike. There is no actual representative of community wasting away, of grief and fear, of family and friends and community loved and lost. Nor are there perspectives of those who fell ill and whose families disowned or refused to help them. The Wasting proves only to be a looming spector, but overwhelmingly has no basis in their lived reality in the duration of this book.
I am thinking too about how Princess Diana shook the hand of an AIDS patient, and how this was a pivotal moment in the optics of AIDS - both the frenzy and fear, and the humanization and connection. How much knowledge does the England of this time have of how the Wasting is passed along? Is there a fear of bodily fluids? Which ones? Who cares for the sick and dying? How are the dead handled?
Perhaps I just come from an angle of historical and medial knowledge: my degree is in 19th Century Studies, my sister is a PhD candidate in medical history, my mom is a nurse. Questions and curiosities about this time in history and about medical knowledge are deep in my marrow, and this book was maybe just deeply unsatisfying to me due to my own background! Still, it feels like a terribly promising or at least intriguing setup that simply did not go anywhere.
Details I noticed as an alternative history:
This is a Catholic England! Fun detail to realize, as a Henry VIII who died too early to cause a religious schism would have indeed set an entirely different trajectory for the rest of the England. Noticed too that we have a King Michael III in 1851 - a Victorian England this is not. Again, kinda fun that this sneaks up on you when you find early on characters toasting to this king’s health. But wouldn’t it have been neat to start this book with a revisionist list of kings/queens of England? (Or would there even be any queens?)
Marlowe is lauded as the greatest writer of English verse, which therefore suggests that Shakespeare did not live long enough to write much. HOWEVER! Viola’s father says the phrase “A hit, a palpable hit!” once after pretending to be wounded. This is a line by Osric during Hamlet and Laertes’ duel at the end of Hamlet, which was written around 1600. Shakespeare’s own timeline is 1564 - 1616, with his playwriting career beginning in perhaps 1589. Did Shakespeare still write Hamlet? Did Shakespeare still write a dozen or so plays before then? Also, Hamlet was also thought to be named after Hamnet, Shakespeare’s son, who died in 1596 at the age of 11. What’s up with all that!!!!
Viola reads a book called “Voyage of the Bassett” which has been written by a naturalist; this is a clear riff on Charles Darwin’s “Voyage of the Beagle.”
Masturbation is encouraged! What an amusing thing to stumble upon, and which the Catholic Church approves of so that young people might not be tempted to have sex before marriage aka might avoid contracting The Wasting. A little unclear if masturbation is approved of for women as well in this society, or if our writer simply did not want to write such a scene like that for Viola, or did not care to think more deeply about the implications of women as sexual beings.
Finally:
If I were writing a book on this premise? It would be set in the 1880s to 1890s. It would be in the midst of Oscar Wilde’s tour in America (meeting with the likes of Henry James and Walt Whitman!) and the Gossip that he was dying there instead. Perhaps he would return and be visibly wasting away at his trial, and not last long in Reading Gaol. Edward Bellamy’s sci-fi/utopian fiction “Looking Backwards: 2000 - 1887” would be published, and Viola would be moved by this world and also be furious that another person (a man, at that!) has been given credit for publishing a similar piece, before her book has been accepted by a publisher. There would have been an emphasis on public and private spaces - a very 1800s concept already! There would have been some kind of break or punctum or something that Viola creates, or crosses some real and dangerous boundary - running away, donning boy drag to gain access somewhere, something!
If I were writing This book but better? I would have made it far more epistolary. Starting with a chronology of kings/queens of England. Newspaper clippings: listing how many dead this week of the Wasting, obituaries of notable people. Common board notices: upcoming events relevant to the plot that could be introduced here, wanted ads for those evading the law/the doctors, reminders about regular medical appointments. Letters: to and from Viola and Peter, between their families - this could have been GOOD with the “who knows what!” about Peter having dallied. Books: parts of “Voyage of the Basset” or the other travel books, parts of Viola’s diaries, parts of Peter’s legal readings and documents and homework. Books also: parts of Viola’s book she’s actually writing! The correspondence between her and the publisher! Correspondence is a major concept of this book, but it could have been pushed so much further and made the primary way information was relayed to the audience! An epistolary-style novel would have justified the limited perspective we are getting. There would be far fewer major gaps about the world around these characters if we were only reading their documentation.
In short (in long!!!), a book that frustrated me deeply, for many reasons, which I am tired of thinking and writing about. Established a world that does not follow through on the intrigue of its possibilities, and does not engage with source material on medical history or community care or grief & mourning. Please read any other book.