This was a selection of my history book club. Less than halfway through, I began referring to this book as "the read of no joy." However, I gave the book three stars.
The first eight chapters (of 12 chapters) of "In The Forest Of No Joy" are a relentlessly grim procession of examples of racist cruelty, murder, and deprivation. Daughton relates tale after tale of human violence, murder, and duplicity against native Africans by the French colonial administrators, agents of concession companies, the engineering company building the Congo-Ocean railway, the native Africans working with the French, and functionaries recruited from other countries. The chapters are too repetitious. The book is like a treatise on an ugly building, each chapter devoted to a single side of the edifice, the roof, the windows, the landscaping.
Daughton seeks throughout the book to relate an African point of view of French colonialism with the railway project as the narrative's anchor point. He deserves credit for his effort, but the first eight chapters are hard to read. He reminds us that racism against black people is global and tied to capitalism.
We mustn't shoot the messenger. This is an important book even if it is a difficult read. "In The Forest Of No Joy" reminded me of how I felt when reading "At The Hands Of Persons Unknown," a history of lynching in America. I almost bailed out of that book because the material was so gruesome. I'm glad I hung in and finished the book. But I rarely recommend it. I'll also rarely recommend Daughton's book. Most people won't read this sort of material.
Daughton draws on the massive records of the French administration, including its internal investigations, and independent reports by the likes of Andre Gide. His sources in the engineering firm that built the railroad at the center of this book are light, which is unfortunate.
The tragedy of French Equatorial Africa occurred at the same time that black American performers like Josephine Baker were being celebrated in Paris and lived in relative freedom. In Baker's case, the race-money equation was favorable to her. In French Equatorial Africa, the race-money equation was against the native people. Work or starve, work or die.
I'm not a fan of Daughton's writing style. I like words I have to look up only when they add precision to the narrative. Unusual synonyms are just annoying. In this book, I came across the word "quotidian" early on. Then encountered it again. And again. Daughton loves this synonym for "daily." I kept asking, "Why not just write "daily" or "everyday"?
The last four chapters saved the book for me. Daughton starts this section with a takedown of Rafael Antonetti, the governor-general of French Equatorial Africa during the railroad project. Antonetti is a big fat target. Self-deluded, mediocre, willfully dishonest, Orwellian -- his flaws and their deadly consequences are all there. Daughton used Antonetti to anchor an insightful discussion of how the French administered their colonies during the interwar years. The story is about how bureaucracies work for their own survival but with some distinctly French attributes. Railroad workers being starved to death? Write a policy instructing authorities to feed them more food. Problem solved.
In the last chapters, Daughton also tells us the story of the engineering project that was the railroad. Very interesting story; I wish he'd spent more words on it. The railroad is still used, although much of the original engineering didn't hold up very well.
Members of my book group were not enthusiastic about "In The Forest Of No Joy", but the book stimulated a lively discussion.