Too many characters and too many pages. That’s my assessment of this ponderous 2008
National Book Award winner. Each chapter
of Book I has a first-person narrator, and I could not keep them or their
families or their location in southwest Florida straight, even with the map provided. The story takes place primarily in an area
called the Ten Thousand Islands between the late 1800s and early 1900s. The main character is Edgar Watson, an
imposing but affable man who may also have committed and gotten away with
several murders. He’s a crack shot, and
everyone wants to stay on his good side.
I had a hard time just trying to keep up with his wives, mistresses, and
offspring. Book II is a little easier to
follow, with third person narration.
Lucius, Watson’s son, is on a mission to set the record straight by
penning a biography of his father. The
third and final section is Edgar Watson’s first person narrative in which he
defends some of his more heinous actions and shrugs off the rest. A strange but lethal combination of
heartbreak and ambition is his undoing, along with a penchant for hiring known
murderers as foremen. He is unjustly
accused of several murders early in life but then seems bent on living up to
his undeserved reputation. He’s smart,
resilient, and full of life, but this book is not lively at all. It paints a bleak picture of life in that
area at that time, complete with rampant racism, senseless eradication of
wildlife, unbridled violence in the name of progress, and widespread
alcoholism. I appreciate the realism and
the writing style, but the novel just crawls along at a snail’s (or
alligator’s) pace.
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