For this book review I recruited my husband to be the reviewer of this book, which he recently read and (not to give too much away) loved. I shall say no more. Enjoy. He says:
I am no reviewer. In fact, if I’m honest, for the last few months I’ve barely even been a reader. You see, I have been suffering a bit of a reading drought of late – the irony of which is not lost on me in a house in which we are drowning in books. Some time ago, reading non-fiction started to seem a chore after a day of work, and reading fiction left me feeling guilty that I wasn’t reading, well, non-fiction. The Thousand Autumns of Jacob De Zoetwas just what I needed to remind me how much a good book can do for your well-being.
Set in 18th Century ‘Edo-era’ Japan, our protagonist, a young and fresh faced Jacob De Zoet, seeks fortune and status as clerk for the Dutch East India Company. Posted to the Japanese port of Nagasaki, where the Dutch serve as the exclusive trading partners of the local magistrate and therefore Japanese empire, De Zoet soon lays eyes upon Miss Aibagawa, a young and well-born mid-wife… and so the story progresses.
It is such a fascinating age in a fascinating country. Japan, steeped in millennia of tradition and a finely balanced social order, can no longer ignore the great colonial game which is being played just beyond its horizon. Even if it could – would it want to?
David Mitchell, also author of Cloud Atlas, apparently spent four years researching and writing this book- and it really shows. The attention to detail is excellent – and particularly commendable given that the detail is now over two hundred years dead. By way of illustration, Mitchell apparently spent half a day trying to find out whether the Dutch would have used shaving cream to shave in 1799. An incredible amount of effort to ensure the accuracy of just one sentence.
The book is a little laboured to begin with; littered with complex Dutch names, phrases of the age, and characters which you don’t immediately identify with. Yet, for some reason, you can’t stop yourself wanting to find out what happens to these characters with barely pronounceable names. I rarely enjoy a book if I don’t identify with the central character; yet on this occasion it didn’t seem to matter that I didn’t identify with De Zoet as I got to know him over the course of a book which spans the majority of his lifetime. When I put it down, it left me with one overriding emotion – a sort of rueful nostalgia; or probably more accurately it left me feeling Jacob De Zoet’s rueful nostalgia, which just goes to show how well Mitchell immerses you in the story.
The last half dozen chapters of the book are its best. We spend time with a De Zoet who is no longer fresh off the boat from Holland; but a seasoned trade-clerk who has ingratiated himself with the Japanese in a way none of his compatriots were able to or interested in; a De Zoet who remains in love, whether he knows it or not, with Miss Aibagawa, whose own life has been shaped by the social power plays within the Nagasaki elite, which De Zoet is unfortunately oblivious to but we are fortunately privy to.
Mitchell really does have a way with words, and brings 18th Century Japan to 21st Century Catford with the most startling use of language. At one point, prior to the book’s climax, the text almost becomes a poem, with half a page of text describing the city using fantastic rhyming couplets.
As the book draws to a close, time passes exponentially faster – paragraphs describe months and sentences describe years until De Zoet is left contemplating his life, in the shadow of his death, with only us for company.
A very good book, which you should read if you have the time and read if you don’t.