Up From Freedom by Wayne Grady is the next stop on my ‘can-lit’ tour, which I read in preparation for the Wordfest event I just hosted on Tuesday. I read his last book Emancipation Day in 2013, and in true Anne Logan style I can’t remember a thing about it because it was literally hundreds of books ago for me. I do remember thinking Grady was a lovely writer, and I was reminded of this when I read his latest book Up From Freedom.
It tells the story of a young man, Virgil Moody who despises the fact that his father owns slaves, and in an attempt to lead a more moral life, moves away with Annie, a pregnant slave to start a new life with her. This action of ‘taking’ a slave with him sets the course for the rest of the book, because although he believes he is ‘saving’ her, his action is still that of a slave owner in that he treats her like a piece of property in moving her, without her consent. They live together for awhile, Annie has the baby, and Moody attempts to create a family with these two other people, although it’s technically not something they have any say in. Annie’s son Lucas goes away (I’m being consciously vague here), and Moody spends the rest of the novel searching for him.
Obviously this is a work of historical fiction, it takes place up along the eastern states of U.S.A., so it includes lots of fascinating geographical descriptions on top of the historical references. It’s an era most of us are probably familiar with, simply because of what we learned in school, but I personally appreciate the fact that I gained a new perspective of what it would have been like to be black in a ‘free’ state, but still experience fear and racism on a daily basis. Yes, slavery was outlawed in these northern states first, but people were still heavily prejudiced, even towards other whites who were helping black people escape slavery down in the south.
Moody himself is a fascinating character, one that I haven’t come across very often in my reading travels. Although he thinks he’s doing his best, it’s obvious to the reader (and the author, obviously) the traps that he’s creating and falling into, all at the same time. One line in particular foreshadows upcoming heartache and trouble for Moody towards the very beginning of the book:
“He thought all his plans were good plans” (p. 25 of the ARC).
But I also felt an immense sense of pity for Moody-it’s clear his heart is in the right place, and he’s far more progressive than many of the other characters were at that time, yet, it just isn’t enough for both the reader, and the black characters he encounters throughout the story. But should it be? Is it unfair of us to have higher expectations of him? When I was younger, my Dad would always remind me that I should always compare myself to the best people out there, not the worst. In other words, Moody was better than the majority of the white men out there, but he certainly wasn’t one of the best, so he always had room to improve. He realizes this himself, and dedicates his later life to making up for past mistakes and getting better.
As I mentioned at the beginning of this review, Wayne Grady is a Canadian writer, and Canada is referred to fleetingly in this book as a ‘heaven’ for many escaped and freed slaves. It always makes me proud to be Canadian when I read something like this, but now, it also makes me wonder what it was really like up here at that time, as there was undoubtedly rampant racism in the ‘far north’ as well. I suppose it would have been better than it was in the US, but I’d like to compare us to a place that didn’t enslave others for having a different skin colour-once again, trying not to compare oneself to the lowest common denominator.
Sounds entertaining and thought-provoking. I had to chuckle at comparison to lowest common denominator… they way things are going nowadays there’s no telling how low we’ll actually go, uggghhhhh…. but yes, this one sounds like a good read.
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Good review👍 its thought-provoking 🎉
Moody sounds like a really interesting character – I’m very tempted by this!
it was a nice read for sure
This one is in my stack (largely because someone catalogued it as non-fiction, so it must have missed the whole hold-list phenomenon) and I’m really looking forward to it. Emancipation Day was so good. And I’ve read some non-fiction too, I think.
I like the way you’ve concluded your review: that’s something we should all do all the time! Some book I was reading recently (I share your blur) had one of the characters repeating “Comparisons are odious” and I do think that is also good advice in some ways, but if one is going to compare, I’d say you’ve got the right idea (and I think it will take a lot of relearning to stop comparing, at least for me).
you and me both! I’m good at doling out and repeating advice, not so great at following it LOL
Interesting. I don’t think this would be my kind of book, but’s funny that Buried In Print thought his book was nonfiction. I was so busy in September that I did not really process the Wordfest schedule or line-up but I drove many of the authors around during the event (my favourite way to take part). I drove Wayne Grady and his wife to the airport the other day and, not knowing anything about him, I assumed he was a nonfiction writer. Something about his serious demeanour maybe?
He’s written an INCREDIBLE amount of non-fiction, only two works of fiction so far, including Up From Freedom. And may I thank you on behalf of all wordfest patrons and staff? Drivers are so hard to come by, it’s a great and important job you do.
Malcolm X always said he liked white folks in the south better because he preferred a snarling wolf over a cunning fox (which is how he felt about white folks in the north). Both the fox and wolf are predators, but one announces itself and its intentions immediately. I always think about that metaphor when I encounter historical works about black folks who get to the north. It’s not going to be gravy from there just because.
What an apt saying-although unfortunate because it’s clearly true!