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First published February 21, 2017

“The Unnamed Midwife had been a founder in Nowhere. She had been from the old world, a trained nurse and Midwife who had lived through the dying and seen how it all came down. She had left behind her journals, which told the whole story—her own as well as the world’s. It was known by every man, woman, and child in Nowhere. They kept their own journals as a way to carry on her work.”
“I’m Eddy on the road, and I’m Etta at home. I’m both.”
“Boys can be anything. Girls can only be one thing.”
“On the map, all the roads led to Estiel.”
I think that when it changed, she was ready. I think that in the old world, women were slaves. Maybe not like they are now, but somebody needed that vest. Somebody needed her pills or her rings to keep from getting pregnant. Maybe slavery just looked nicer back then.
The Unnamed was Etta’s hero. Not as a Midwife, but as a survivor, a person who could be anything they had to be to survive.The Book of Etta follows on the the events of The Book of the Unnamed Midwife, some 100 years after humanity has been almost wiped out by a plague (~2% of the population remaining, of which 90% men and only 10% women; also, most women die in childbirth, with stillborns, even more often if the fetus is a girl). So there’s little wonder that most of the few remaining women have a very hard time getting by and must find ingenious ways to escape some very painful and degrading experiences. This is not a pleasant world to read about, on the contrary, but it’s a very real possibility for the presented circumstances, and that's what makes the book great.
It was always old women who did the cutting on girls who were too small to fight. Men did the trading, the buying and selling. Every camp seemed to have an old woman who knew the anatomy well enough to condition a girl but not to ruin her. Eddy understood what men were, and how they lived and died selling girls just like this one. He did not, never could, understand the old women who helped them do it. He raised the machete, ready to split her skull in two.The characters are well written and humanized and the interactions between them are skillfully done. I especially liked that the main one was realistic and coolheaded and capable, but not too much so, also having not-so-good moments and being vulnerable and disheartened.
He looked at the stalagmites, remembering when Ricardo had taught him the word. The way they reached up with all their might, while the stalactites that hung down hung on tight. He had known, even then, that inside every man and woman there was a place like this, made of stone that changed slowly, shaped by the trickling of what they saw, heard, did.Tags: dystopia, female-lead, feminism, sexuality
