In The Signature of All Things, Elizabeth Gilbert returns to fiction, inserting her inimitable voice into an enthralling story of love, adventure and discovery. Spanning much of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, the novel follows the fortunes of the extraordinary Whittaker family as led by the enterprising Henry Whittaker—a poor-born Englishman who makes a great fortune in the South American quinine trade, eventually becoming the richest man in Philadelphia. Born in 1800, Henry's brilliant daughter, Alma (who inherits both her father's money and his mind), ultimately becomes a botanist of considerable gifts herself.
As Alma's research takes her deeper into the mysteries of evolution, she falls in love with a man named Ambrose Pike who makes incomparable paintings of orchids and who draws her in the exact opposite direction — into the realm of the spiritual, the divine, and the magical. Alma is a clear-minded scientist; Ambrose a utopian artist — but what unites this unlikely couple is a desperate need to understand the workings of this world and the mechanisms behind all life.
Exquisitely researched and told at a galloping pace, The Signature of All Things soars across the globe—from London to Peru to Philadelphia to Tahiti to Amsterdam, and beyond. Along the way, the story is peopled with unforgettable characters: missionaries, abolitionists, adventurers, astronomers, sea captains, geniuses, and the quite mad. But most memorable of all, it is the story of Alma Whittaker, who — born in the Age of Enlightenment, but living well into the Industrial Revolution — bears witness to that extraordinary moment in human history when all the old assumptions about science, religion, commerce, and class were exploding into dangerous new ideas. Written in the bold, questing spirit of that singular time, Gilbert's wise, deep, and spellbinding tale is certain to capture the hearts and minds of readers
Jacob Aliet –
Confessions of Nairobi Men is a compilation of true stories told to Joan Thatiah by Nairobi men. It’s a wilting catalogue of the importunity of human suffering, human frailty, hope springing eternal, and the tyranny of fate.
Joan doesn’t build up tension and ease the reader into the stories. None of that namby-pamby, preliminary hand-holding, warm-up stuff. She just opens fire from page one. If you were chewing something, you stop chewing and only realize you were eating several hours later when she allows you to come up for air.
The first story starts with a woman found by her husband hanging from the rafters in an unfinished house in Syokimau. No time wasted. The police come and throw him in Jail. That’s when Joan fills you in on the build-up to that opening scene. You see a couple’s marriage unraveling like a tragedy between the pages leaving you dumbstruck.
Joan continues to grab your attention by the scruff of the collar and drags it to the next story, which involves a teenager who pushed his father over a balcony to his death because he could no longer stand seeing his mother being beaten to a pulp. He was promptly jailed. Joan patiently takes you through how his life became undone after that. It is like watching an open wound cleaned and then sewn up without anesthesia.
Before you have recovered, Joan drags you into deeper waters, walking you through the darkest paths men walk in Nairobi and beyond. Fifteen times. In the end, you’re yourself damaged and overcome with emotion about the suffering that some men go through in Nairobi.
The stories, fifteen of them, all packed with harrowing narrations of cuckoldry, fatherlessness, sexual abuse, brutal female hypergamy, poor decisions, poverty, separation, degeneracy, and crime, shed light onto the kinds of backgrounds and experiences that shape many men in Nairobi. Indeed, Nairobi itself, the concrete jungle, comes off as an incorporeal spirit that can accept you or reject you. It can chew you and spit you out.
Joan does an excellent job of excavating the formative experiences that shape many men and the choices they make later on in life.
The most striking thing for me is the depth of the stories. All of them are profound and you can see how childhood experiences and family inexorably shape people’s characters, fortunes, and ultimately, their fate.
Some of the stories, like one in which a poor man falls in love with a poor woman they work with in a roadside kibanda, remind us about something Chogozie Obioma wrote in Orchestra of Minorities: The mind of a man in despair can produce a fruit which, although it may appear shiny on the surface, is filled to bursting with worms.
Joan’s portrayal of how parenting and childhood experiences impact us is masterful and thought-provoking.
This is a book that should be read by every man and every parent.
You get to appreciate firsthand how fatherlessness impacts children and shapes them later on in life. You get to behold, up close, how a weak or violent father affects boys. How your household is a far-reaching character-influencing force. Joan does a good job handling how sexual abuse shapes men’s sexual experiences and the influence of childhood trauma on us.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book and highly recommend it.