To his Spanish masters he was always known as Estebanico, a diminutive form of the name Esteban. Yet his name was Mustafa ibn Muhammad ibn Abdussalam al-Zamori and he is the one telling this tale of attempted conquest and enrichment gone wrong.
"I had put my life in the hands of others and now here I was, at the edge of the known world, lost and afraid. All along, I had told myself that I did not have a choice, that I had been the one to put myself into bondage and I had to accept this fate. Somehow I had also convinced myself that my redemption could only come from some force outside of me—that if I were useful to others, they would save me. What a terrible thing to believe. I had to stop playing a part in my own misery. I had to save my own life."
We see the hubris and ignorance with which these Castilians “invade” Florida. Each is out for gain and fame, often at the expense of others in the group. "This was what made the governor’s choice so clever. If the mission succeeded, our struggles would be forgotten when the history of La Florida was told; if the mission failed, he would not be alone to bear the responsibility for its failure."
Our narrator not only tells us about this journey but about his whole life before he found it necessary to sell himself into slavery and leave North Africa. Lalami has done her research in giving us a very detailed picture of everyday life in the fading Muslim empire and the impact of a rejuvenated Christian Spain on both that part of the world and its exploration of the “new world.”
If this brilliant concept has not been fully realized, I am not going to call out Lalami for trying. History, we all know, is mostly written by the winners and it is often to glorify certain individuals. Rarely do we even have a mention of those “little people” without who the “great ones” would not have had their triumphs. In this case, our author is digging into one of the strangest efforts at conquest that the Spanish Empire ever mounted. Less than one percent of the over 600 men who came to conquer Florida survived.
"We all grew quiet as we contemplated the mounds. It was one thing to lose men to a swamp, a river, or a battle with the Indians, and quite another to lose them to the fever. An accident could be easily dismissed as a rare occurrence, a stroke of bad luck. As for combat, we had each conceived a reason why we had been spared: we had fought valiantly or had better weapons or had found a good place to hide. But disease did not discriminate—it could strike the rich as well as the poor, the brave as well as the coward, the wise as well as the fool. Disease leveled all the differences between us and united us in a single abiding fear."
Eventually the remaining members of the mission have to adopt a different approach to the indigenous tribes. Their need for food and information led first to trade, and when their meager supplies were exhausted it led to begging and a form of servitude. Lalami doesn’t paint with a broad brush. Each tribe has its own customs and way of surviving. Those that note that the Spaniards have brought disease react in different ways. The remaining Spaniards also break into different groups, some still intending to conquer and others trying to adapt. Our narrator, “Estebanico,” becomes more valuable all the time as his facility with languages makes him the interface. Eventually, he can no longer be treated as a slave. However this doesn’t make him a leader. The roles are still too grounded in the Empire’s cultural traditions.
He has his doubts: "Sometimes, I thought of letting go, too. Sitting under the shade of a poplar tree as the company took its midday break, I wondered what would happen to me if I was infected with the fever and perished in this land. Who would wash my body for burial? Who would commend my soul to God? Who would mourn me?"
Later: "Chaubekwan taught me that, just as unfounded gossip can turn into sanctioned history if it falls in the hands of the right storyteller, an untested cure could become effective if the right shaman administered it. From him, I learned how to grind roots without destroying their power, how to store medicinal plants, how to prepare various poultices, but also how to wear a costume and entice a patient to drink a bitter potion."
His role as a healer expands as the remaining party moves west. Finally they reach the boundaries of New Spain and begin their re-acclimation into the Spanish hierarchy. As they do, they have to decide how much of their experience to defend and how much of their knowledge it is necessary to retain.
This is a brilliant recapitulation of this obscure, but significant, expedition. My main criticism is where Estebanico is simply the voice of the author and not quite “in character.” Here is an example: "In Arabic, the name Guadalajara evoked a valley of stones, a valley my ancestors had settled more than eight hundred years earlier. They had carried the disease of empire to Spain, the Spaniards had brought it to the new continent, and someday the people of the new continent would plant it elsewhere."
As “historical fiction,” this novel attempts to illuminate history not to change it. This means that there is a great deal of inevitability to the arc of this story. Those familiar at all with the “La Florida” expedition know what became of it and those who were part of the expedition. Yet, this book triumphs over that inevitability with a rich narrative of what could have been seen and experienced by those who survived and, one person who sees it all in a different light.