Amazing, fascinating and highly readable book. Just full of 'stuff.' History, philosphy, art and music, religious beliefs, and all centering around the color 'blue' and what it means to those who were forceably caught, sold and sent around the world as property. Yep, just like you own a knife and fork, or a book and a house or a horse, you can own a person. Do what you want to them, actually, truly, yes and I mean that. And we all know it, though many of us want to look the other way and say, get over it! Nah, this is NOT something anyone gets over...
I had to re-read some sections - there is a lot of densely-compacted material here. Names and dates. Places - a lot of geography. Helps to have an atlas nearby - or wikipedia or similar. The focus, on the color, might seem a little odd at first - it did to me. But then I saw it as a backdrop, kind of like the scenery which shifts now and then as a play moves on. (You aren't supposed to see the crew who rushes onstage all dressed in black to move a prop or replace a landscape in the background.) But it's always there, the color blue - as in indigo, as in the blues (music), as in the colors in people's clothing, or as in a mood. Blue is vibrant and bold, but it can also be confining and cold. It heats you up with a blue flame, or can be the color of wind-swept ice. It was a fantastic idea, to write a book about African-Amerians - which is kind of misnomer as the Africans who were enslaved, mistreated, ignored, imprisoned, sold like butter or bread at a grocery store all come from so many many different nations, regions and cultures across the African continent - based on a single color, but it works.
At any rate, Ms. Perry hits all the targets here. From politics to art and history and how Black people - which can be any range from pale beige or white, btw, to ebony-dark - have fared in the US and a few other places - over the last few centuries. It's not a pitying read - as oh, goodness, just look at poor us! No indeed. It's bold and bracing and terrifically honest.
I took a course almost fifty years ago - anthropology of all things - and I'll never forget the professor, now long gone, who told us students there really is no such thing, biologically, as race. There's variety, yes, born of geographical differences, migration, the way we inherit and pass on traits to the next generations, etc. etc. But we are all Homo sapiens, like it or not. (He was a fabulous teacher, btw.) For me, at eighteen or so, it was a fascinating idea - and a truth.
Back to the book: My favorite sections were on music, on the origin and history of the blues. Also, on the significance of indigo, the plant, and how African peoples (is that a correct turn of phrase?) prepared and used indigo, but then later how the plant itself and the dye it produced made so many white folks in the US so wealthy. Also, how so much of US history - and the wealth of thousands of families, institutions, companies and so on - rests on the backs of a large, enslaved population. So very much contributed, so very little acknowledged.
(Sorry for the overuse of the word 'so,' but it fits. So much.)
A great book, I plan to own it. (The one I read was borrowed.)
Five stars.