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1890. Un coronel francés entra en Segú, ciudad de África Occidental, y se apodera de un tesoro compuesto por joyas y un sable que se lleva de regreso a la metrópolis. Junto a ellos, también viajaron dos jóvenes: un niño y una niña separados a la fuerza de su entorno y «trasplantados» en Francia. A él, valeroso ya a su edad, el coronel lo encuentra blandiendo el sable para defender a su madre del ataque de las tropas; a ella la «acoge» como compañía para sus sobrinas. Tanto los objetos como los jóvenes se utilizaron para demostrar la supuesta supremacía de la civilización occidental.
Siguiendo los pasos de este botín, Taina Tervonen descubre una truculenta historia colonial de la que los objetos son testigos silenciosos. Mientras Senegal exige desde hace décadas
la devolución del sable, Francia lucha por dar respuesta a esa demanda, atrapada en una camisa de fuerza ideológica y jurídica. Es un patrimonio tangible, pero también intangible: generaciones y generaciones de senegaleses han crecido sin acceso a su imaginario cultural. Con el saqueo de aquellos objetos, se secuestró también parte de su identidad.
Finlandesa criada en Senegal y asentada en Francia, la autora conoce bien los estratos, pliegues y duplicidades de esta historia que une, y separa, África y Europa. Y en este extraordinario libro lleva a cabo una investigación sobre esos objetos y su recorrido con tenacidad, precisión, humildad, delicadeza y rigor… Además, gracias a sus viajes, reúne también multitud de personajes y conversaciones inolvidables. No hay una única verdad en esta historia. Hay hechos y muchas formas diferentes de incluirlos en el relato. Cada versión aporta matices, y esta diversidad engrandece el libro: estremecedor, incisivo, al mismo tiempo erudito y trepidante, deslumbra y deja huella.
Siguiendo los pasos de este botín, Taina Tervonen descubre una truculenta historia colonial de la que los objetos son testigos silenciosos. Mientras Senegal exige desde hace décadas
la devolución del sable, Francia lucha por dar respuesta a esa demanda, atrapada en una camisa de fuerza ideológica y jurídica. Es un patrimonio tangible, pero también intangible: generaciones y generaciones de senegaleses han crecido sin acceso a su imaginario cultural. Con el saqueo de aquellos objetos, se secuestró también parte de su identidad.
Finlandesa criada en Senegal y asentada en Francia, la autora conoce bien los estratos, pliegues y duplicidades de esta historia que une, y separa, África y Europa. Y en este extraordinario libro lleva a cabo una investigación sobre esos objetos y su recorrido con tenacidad, precisión, humildad, delicadeza y rigor… Además, gracias a sus viajes, reúne también multitud de personajes y conversaciones inolvidables. No hay una única verdad en esta historia. Hay hechos y muchas formas diferentes de incluirlos en el relato. Cada versión aporta matices, y esta diversidad engrandece el libro: estremecedor, incisivo, al mismo tiempo erudito y trepidante, deslumbra y deja huella.
- GenresAfricaNonfiction
304 pages, Paperback
Published May 6, 2024
About the author
Taina Tervonen
14 books6 followersBorn in Senegal in 1973, Taina Tervonen is a Finnish journalist, filmmaker and author writing in French and currently based in Paris. Self-described as a “teller of true stories”, she is the author of several books of non-fiction that deal with serious social topics. Her work, “The Country of the Disappeared” was the winner of the 2019 Louise Weiss Prize for European Journalism, and her film “Speaking with the Dead” was her first full-length feature documentary and a selection of the Cinéma du Réel festival in 2020. She is the recipient of the Jan Michalski Award in 2022 for this title, originally published as “Les Fossoyeuses” (Editions Marchialy) in 2021, which celebrates a work of excellence by a European writer that concerns human rights. Her most recent work, “Les Otages” will be published by Schaffner Press in 2025.
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February 20, 2024
Ouvrage que j’ai lu pour un de mes cours et que je ne comptais pas mettre sur GoodRead. Mais finalement c’est un bon livre qui mérite d’être lu et c’est une histoire qui mérite également d’être connu. On s’attend au départ à quelque chose d’anecdotique, puis on se retrouve à certains moments face à l’horreur de la colonisation, et à la déshumanisation des colons.
June 7, 2026
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One April morning in the late nineteenth century, a French army officer, Louis Archinaud, with his troops, raided the city of Ségou, the capital of the Toucouleur Empire, located in present-day Mali on the Niger River. Ahmadou Tall, its ruler, was not home; so Archinard proceeded to ransack and loot, coming away with “weapons, gold and silver jewellery,” and five hundred and eighteen manuscripts. Archinaud also took people, including the emperor’s ten-year-old son, Abdoulaye. All of the treasure—and that son—ended up in France.
Taina Tervonen has gone back and forth between France and Senegal to retrace the movement of Archinaud’s “treasure,” and to find its current location. This is no mean task; as we have come to see during restitution claims, looted artifacts languish in museum basements, forgotten or mislabelled; are lost because no one tracks their movement from place to place, or documents get misplaced; and sometimes these artefacts are stolen again for at least a second time. Museum curators may be (or say they are) very careful about looking after these treasures, but they have often misunderstood their significance as they have. neglected to consult the community these objects were stolen from. Then, too, original looters sometimes lumped different objects together by category (drums, garments, daggers, swords and knives) without knowledge so that their original function was not recorded, nor was their provenance. It is, in short, a mess, and hunting down specific artefacts, as Tervonen tried to, is frequently unfruitful—unless hat object is famous; but that only applies to a small fraction of the material heritage in Western museums.
One object Tervonen traces is a sabre alleged to have belonged to El Hadj Oumar Tall, the great general and scholar who founded the Toucouleur Empire. The sabre was said to have been used by his grandson, Abdoulaye, to defend his mother from the invaders on that fateful day in 1890. It’s easy enough for Tervonen to locate what museums claim is the sabre in question: she finds it at the Army Museum in Paris, France. In 2019, that sabre was “restored” to Senegal, although not according to French law: it still belongs to France and was loaned to Senegal. It has been on display ever since at the Museum of Black Civilisations in Dakar. Whether this sabre indeed belonged to El Hadj Oumar Tall is in question, as we find out by the end of Tervonen’s quest. However, readers will come to wonder if that matters at all, when the value of cultural objects is decided and defended by that culture’s elders and history.
Taivonen’s fascinating mission ends on a poignant note: ultimately, Archinaud’s treasure is only things, even if culturally and religiously valuable things, that are the source of some friction and a tug of war between France and Senegal. A far more terrible story unfolds in Archinaud’s archives, in letters Tervonen finds that Abdoulaye, the abducted child, wrote to his French “patron.” Archinaud, likely plotting a political future for him, had given Abdoulaye into the care of a couple in France. Abdoulaye was educated and no doubt socialised to become an upright young Frenchman, a credit to his “rescuers.” The idea was that he would eventually join the military and return to Senegal to serve France there and perhaps challenge or weaken his uncle’s rule over his people (a strategy that will feel strikingly similar to that of former colonisers today, who hope that those they show the grandeur of the (former) metropole will return to evangelise about it). Abdoulaye came to a sad end: not only did he become extremely disillusioned with his adoptive country and compatriots, but he also died tragically early, at twenty, of tuberculosis.
Taivonen’s book is an engaging and incisive account that invites readers to interrogate colonial practices: the brutality and violence, looting, breaking up of families through wars and abduction, and a terrible callousness towards colonial subjects. It’s interesting, too, for the questions it raises about who gets to tell history; as in the proverb Achebe made famous, the historians have always been the hunters, rather than the lions. Taivonen’s book, however, cannot then fully escape protestations about the colonial gaze and questions about access (both to European historical sources sources and archives and to publishers): as one interlocutor asks of its author, “a white woman, a descendant of the colonizers,” what her interest even is in these objects. Taivonen’s response is that she is not, like the erstwhile colonisers, French (being, rather, Finnish); that colonialism is a shared history, and interrogating that shared history is important because not talking about it “ends up creating problems elsewhere”—a perhaps quite simplistic answer. Her true interest may be both intellectual as well as nostalgic: she grew up in Senegal as the child of missionaries, and learnt some of this history in school.
Finally, as Tervonnen says: “Domination requires controlling the other's gaze and limiting its scope, whether it involves objects from elsewhere placed in museums to tell a story of natural superiority or a member of their youth who has been educated to a certain point, but who is only allowed to see what is admirable. […] Both the dominant and the dominated need to see each other as such until that gaze becomes so natural and integrated that we no longer notice it, and then even when everything around the visible shackles of domination shatters, the gaze remains, because it is part of us now. The other remains locked up inside, in an identity that has been assigned: the Black man is like this; the Toubab is like that.”
Thank you to Lauren for the review copy.
One April morning in the late nineteenth century, a French army officer, Louis Archinaud, with his troops, raided the city of Ségou, the capital of the Toucouleur Empire, located in present-day Mali on the Niger River. Ahmadou Tall, its ruler, was not home; so Archinard proceeded to ransack and loot, coming away with “weapons, gold and silver jewellery,” and five hundred and eighteen manuscripts. Archinaud also took people, including the emperor’s ten-year-old son, Abdoulaye. All of the treasure—and that son—ended up in France.
Taina Tervonen has gone back and forth between France and Senegal to retrace the movement of Archinaud’s “treasure,” and to find its current location. This is no mean task; as we have come to see during restitution claims, looted artifacts languish in museum basements, forgotten or mislabelled; are lost because no one tracks their movement from place to place, or documents get misplaced; and sometimes these artefacts are stolen again for at least a second time. Museum curators may be (or say they are) very careful about looking after these treasures, but they have often misunderstood their significance as they have. neglected to consult the community these objects were stolen from. Then, too, original looters sometimes lumped different objects together by category (drums, garments, daggers, swords and knives) without knowledge so that their original function was not recorded, nor was their provenance. It is, in short, a mess, and hunting down specific artefacts, as Tervonen tried to, is frequently unfruitful—unless hat object is famous; but that only applies to a small fraction of the material heritage in Western museums.
One object Tervonen traces is a sabre alleged to have belonged to El Hadj Oumar Tall, the great general and scholar who founded the Toucouleur Empire. The sabre was said to have been used by his grandson, Abdoulaye, to defend his mother from the invaders on that fateful day in 1890. It’s easy enough for Tervonen to locate what museums claim is the sabre in question: she finds it at the Army Museum in Paris, France. In 2019, that sabre was “restored” to Senegal, although not according to French law: it still belongs to France and was loaned to Senegal. It has been on display ever since at the Museum of Black Civilisations in Dakar. Whether this sabre indeed belonged to El Hadj Oumar Tall is in question, as we find out by the end of Tervonen’s quest. However, readers will come to wonder if that matters at all, when the value of cultural objects is decided and defended by that culture’s elders and history.
Taivonen’s fascinating mission ends on a poignant note: ultimately, Archinaud’s treasure is only things, even if culturally and religiously valuable things, that are the source of some friction and a tug of war between France and Senegal. A far more terrible story unfolds in Archinaud’s archives, in letters Tervonen finds that Abdoulaye, the abducted child, wrote to his French “patron.” Archinaud, likely plotting a political future for him, had given Abdoulaye into the care of a couple in France. Abdoulaye was educated and no doubt socialised to become an upright young Frenchman, a credit to his “rescuers.” The idea was that he would eventually join the military and return to Senegal to serve France there and perhaps challenge or weaken his uncle’s rule over his people (a strategy that will feel strikingly similar to that of former colonisers today, who hope that those they show the grandeur of the (former) metropole will return to evangelise about it). Abdoulaye came to a sad end: not only did he become extremely disillusioned with his adoptive country and compatriots, but he also died tragically early, at twenty, of tuberculosis.
Taivonen’s book is an engaging and incisive account that invites readers to interrogate colonial practices: the brutality and violence, looting, breaking up of families through wars and abduction, and a terrible callousness towards colonial subjects. It’s interesting, too, for the questions it raises about who gets to tell history; as in the proverb Achebe made famous, the historians have always been the hunters, rather than the lions. Taivonen’s book, however, cannot then fully escape protestations about the colonial gaze and questions about access (both to European historical sources sources and archives and to publishers): as one interlocutor asks of its author, “a white woman, a descendant of the colonizers,” what her interest even is in these objects. Taivonen’s response is that she is not, like the erstwhile colonisers, French (being, rather, Finnish); that colonialism is a shared history, and interrogating that shared history is important because not talking about it “ends up creating problems elsewhere”—a perhaps quite simplistic answer. Her true interest may be both intellectual as well as nostalgic: she grew up in Senegal as the child of missionaries, and learnt some of this history in school.
Finally, as Tervonnen says: “Domination requires controlling the other's gaze and limiting its scope, whether it involves objects from elsewhere placed in museums to tell a story of natural superiority or a member of their youth who has been educated to a certain point, but who is only allowed to see what is admirable. […] Both the dominant and the dominated need to see each other as such until that gaze becomes so natural and integrated that we no longer notice it, and then even when everything around the visible shackles of domination shatters, the gaze remains, because it is part of us now. The other remains locked up inside, in an identity that has been assigned: the Black man is like this; the Toubab is like that.”
Thank you to Lauren for the review copy.
September 12, 2024
Dos y pico que redondeo a dos.
Compré este libro bajo la premisa de que iba a hablar de las consecuencias de la colonización en lo cultural, y el proceso de descolonización tan necesario en las colecciones "exóticas" de los museos, y nada mas lejos de la realidad.
El tema que yo pensaba que iba a ser principal es muy, muy secundario, y si bien la primera parte, en la que la investigadora está en África se me hizo algo interesante, a pesar de las incesantes entrevistas y meandros genealógicos de un califa africano, la segunda parte, con la autora en una sucesión de visitas a museos, aperturas de cajas y lecturas de legajos para tratar de entender el origen y el por qué del destino de algunos objetos, sin ahondar en absoluto en nada que no sea un mero "procedimental" , me ha desesperado hasta el punto de leer las últimas 60 páginas en diagonal por si me perdía algo.
A veces, pasa.
Que le vamos a hacer.
Compré este libro bajo la premisa de que iba a hablar de las consecuencias de la colonización en lo cultural, y el proceso de descolonización tan necesario en las colecciones "exóticas" de los museos, y nada mas lejos de la realidad.
El tema que yo pensaba que iba a ser principal es muy, muy secundario, y si bien la primera parte, en la que la investigadora está en África se me hizo algo interesante, a pesar de las incesantes entrevistas y meandros genealógicos de un califa africano, la segunda parte, con la autora en una sucesión de visitas a museos, aperturas de cajas y lecturas de legajos para tratar de entender el origen y el por qué del destino de algunos objetos, sin ahondar en absoluto en nada que no sea un mero "procedimental" , me ha desesperado hasta el punto de leer las últimas 60 páginas en diagonal por si me perdía algo.
A veces, pasa.
Que le vamos a hacer.
March 10, 2023
Ce récit aborde des thématiques importantes (le vol des œuvres d'art des pays colonisés et leur éventuelle restitution ; la colonisation et ses conséquences en général), mais j'avoue que je me suis un peu perdue au bout d'un moment... L'autrice raconte en détails ses recherches, rencontres, lectures les unes après les autres, si bien que j'ai eu l'impression de perdre le "big picture". J'aurais sans doute préféré un ouvrage plus "historique" et pédagogique. Certains passages me restent néanmoins en tête, comme le destin tragique d'Abdoulaye, jeune fils d'un roi africain, exilé en France et qui n'y a jamais vraiment trouvé sa place...
June 10, 2023
Une enquête sensible, aussi fascinante qu'horripilante autour d'objets (armes, bijoux..) bien mal acquis et quelques fois bien mal restitués, et de l'histoire d’otages (des enfants...) récupérés en Afrique subsaharienne au cours des guerres coloniales menés par des personnages comme le général Archinard. Une histoire bien connue des Sénégalais et dont nous, français de métropole, ne savons pour ainsi dire rien.
Un travail important, méticuleux et mesuré, qui raconte la plongée dans des archives, la question de la conservation (des archives, des objets)... Encore un très beau livre sorti chez Marchialy.
Un travail important, méticuleux et mesuré, qui raconte la plongée dans des archives, la question de la conservation (des archives, des objets)... Encore un très beau livre sorti chez Marchialy.
December 3, 2024
De maravillarme con Las sepultureras a una gran decepción con este. Tal vez no interpreté bien la sinopsis pero esta crónica sobre las pesquisas de la autora siguiendo el rastro del tesori de Segú se me ha hecho cuesta arriba.
May 31, 2025
La question du statut des œuvres volées et de la décolonisation des musées est juste passionnante !!
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