This book is engrossing, but appears to be very naive and simplistic in its approach to Reconstruction after the Civil War, the poison of white supremacy, and the feckless attitude of the blacks themselves, resigned to whatever is dished out by the white men.
Col. French, a Southern gentleman who has prospered in the North after the Civil War, returns to his hometown in North Carolina, one of the former Confederate states, after overwork brings about a collapse in his office, and the doctor advises him to take a long break in a sunny climate far away from the hectic pace of New York.
The racial divide in the South offsets all of Colonel French’s visions of revitalizing the local economy and promoting democracy, equality and social harmony. His zeal to reform his hometown is rather in the superficial than in the fundamental – buying properties for repair and redevelopment rather than in looking seriously at the underlying malaise of graft, labour chain-gangs, peonage and convict-lease. While fired with the noble desire to uplift the black man, the Colonel underestimates the conservatism of local politics, and his arrival only adds to the tensions, ending in death, grief, murder and a lynching. Is it nostalgia for the Old South, or a genuine instinct for justice that accounts for French's blindness? Why the Colonel, a hard-headed businessman, extremely shrewd, and with real staying power in a New York business deal, is so idealistic over his plans, or should so undervalue the negotiating skills of his adversaries in this small-town is hard to understand, nor does it quite explain the disillusion and even defeat that follow. The Colonel in the end pays a heavy price for his compassion without craft or guile, and sadly, so do those around him.
In despair, after the death of his little son, the Colonel returns to New York.
Buried in the social message of the novel are several subplots, including a search for buried treasure, illegal foreclosures on non-existent mortgages which have impoverished a great many formerly leading aristocratic families, and enriched what had once been looked down as poor white trash. Several romances promise happy endings, but only one actually does end happily. The idea of balls and Assemblies in the reconstructed South is again a look back at the antebellum south of romance and hard to imagine in the context in which they are held.
I listened to a magnificent reading of this on Librivox by James K. White.