The year is 1999 and Jack, along with his wife is slowly losing his battle with time. His wife is already in hospice. Having beaten cancer her body and mind is failing from the effort. Now after a nasty fall Jack fears that he will soon join her. His daughter wants him to move in with her, but Jack believes he will be a burden and lose his independence.
As Jack visits his wife, she is often asleep and he finds himself pondering, recalling his extraordinary traumatic childhood, where most of the narrative takes place.
In 1929 twelve-year-old Jack moved, with his father and mother, from Michigan to Henry Ford’s failed settlement in Brazil. This novel is worth reading just to find out about “Fordlandia” and Ford’s attempt to wrest the rubber trade away from the British by building a puritan American town and rubber plantation in the heart of a jungle. A plan that looking at it now in hindsight was doomed from the very beginning. I must admit that I know very little about Henry Ford and Hooton, while not demonizing him, certainly does not paint him in a favourable light. From his strict code of morality enforced on the people of Fordlandia by his own private agents, to atrocious working conditions, antisemitism and connections to Hitler. It is a novel that has made me want to find out more about Ford and his failed utopian settlement.
Jack’s initial excitement to explore an almost alien world so different from his home is dramatically quashed when his beloved mother is killed by a caiman. He then loses his father who spends almost every waking moment in search of the crocodile who stole his wife.
I found the central theme of this novel to be about loss and how life moves on never stopping still. The loss of a life partner, the loss of your health, the loss of entire towns and industry. This theme is explored on a personal level with Jack. Do we ever truly recover from some losses? Do our memories sometimes trap us in the past? The jungle of Jack’s twelve-year-old self has now been replaced by a jungle of crumbling concrete and brick from a lost automobile industry and his life is crumbling along with it. But we carry on, life is fleeting and never stops still.
A beautifully written wonderful novel. I will be checking out his other books now. :-)