La storia ruota attorno a Doris, una schiava inglese catturata all'età di dieci anni, il cui racconto si riprende circa vent'anni dopo, con la linea temporale che salta andando avanti e indietro. unanimemente riconosciuto che la testa negroide presenta una fronte ampia e prominente, con una regione posteriore voluminosa e rotonda, accompagnata da quello che è stato definito prognatismo della mascella (mascella sporgente).

I suppose his reaction is not so different from that of the British Raj when confronted with the Hindu practice of sati or suttee (the ritual killing of widows on their husband's funeral pyre). It just makes my brain go crazy and I can't enjoy the story because I'm getting irked by all the ridiculous inconsistencies every other page.Book Two, in which Chief Kaga Konata Katamba gives us his memoirs of his first trip to the Heart of Darkness which is the Cabbage Coast, and describes his first encounters with the backwards-seeming natives of England, is well done. Various pointers (not least the "what happened next" postscript) suggest the early twentieth century at the latest; the slave ships appear to be sailing boats, and there is no electricity, although there is a disused Londolo Underground. Since racist prejudice lay at the heart of the trade, indigenous social strata were no ultimate protection against capture. For me there was a fairly equal balance between these two feelings, a three star rating for a book that felt at various times a two star read as well as a four.

The _ga cookie, installed by Google Analytics, calculates visitor, session and campaign data and also keeps track of site usage for the site's analytics report. It’s described in enough detail to be revolting, but not so much to make it unsuitable for an older YA audience. Questo romanzo esilarante è una satira intelligente sulla razza e la schiavitù: una rivisitazione sulla tratta degli schiavi, a parti invertite.Language itself becomes a source of comedy in the novel’s final section, when Doris ends up in the West Japanese plantations and learns the slaves’ patois. In the UK, The Independent declared: "In her new novel, Bernardine Evaristo, never one to shrink from an experiment, has taken her boldest step to date and turned the whole thing on its head. I know this is meant to be satire, but it’s all so heavy-handed, with gratuitous lists of such things (a Tube map, a list of plays, titles on a bookshelf), then none for several chapters. As it’s alternative history, I tried hard to overlook this, but I failed because I wasn’t enjoying it.