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Some book reviews:
All I can say is: what a great read! Who knew? Quite frankly, upon first sight of this book I must admit a bit of dread as the puritanical artwork does not smack of fun and games. Of course, as a literature student, I should know better than to ever judge a book by its cover.
Had I been Fanny Trollope writing such an account of America in the 1820s, I would be hard-pressed to say that I would have changed a single word. Trollope has been the victim of many mean-spirited caricatures and accusations by Americans and it still continues today, but what is interesting is that no one can do more than attack her person. In other words, no one seems to be able to refute her claims.
Trollope’s “bitchiness” seems, for the most part, merited by my standards and while she finds much to complain about concerning an American democracy in its adolescence, she certainly discovers just as many things that she likes or finds beautiful.
Plain and simple, Americans collectively have a hard time taking criticism, especially from an outsider…and at that time, political criticism from a woman was deemed absurd if not audacious.
Last but not least, Fanny Trollope is always sure to preface anything she says with the conscious realization that she can only speak for what she has seen/heard personally and is thereby not judging ALL of America.
Trollope is witty and anecdotal and I think anyone interested in what an outspoken Englishwoman had to say about the New World should certainly pick up a copy. I found particular interest in gender/religious issues but got the most laughs out of her descriptions of American manners (or the lack thereof).
It is always interesting to see how much things have changed, and better yet, how many things have remained exactly the same!
In this book Frances (Fanny)Trollope recounts her visit to America beginning in 1828 with 3 of her children and spent 2 years here keenly observing and recording whatever she encountered and, particularly, conversations (almost verbatim) with people from all stations, including slaves. As I began reading this book, I wanted to strangle her for some of her opinions but as I went further, I found her to be a very caring individual and one with a lot of personal courage.
Frances is the mother of Anthony Trollope the prolific novelist, but she too has some claim to prolificacy as she had 7 children in 9 years – no wonder she left England and husband (at least temporarily) for America!
My overall impression of 1828 America as she presents it is (as the French say): “The more things change the more they are the same.” A good example of this is found on page 63 re the proposed building of a hog slaughterhouse close to some Ohio farm homes. The prevailing attitude then was that since money could be made why should there be any problem with building them! We have the same thing going on around our city just now where introduction of factory farms (hogs) are being bitterly contested by local farmers.
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