Twelve Years a Slave by Solomon Northrop
320 pages
Before it became an award-winning film, I first heard of Twelve Years a Slave many months ago when a co-worker was reading it. I didn't know much about the film at the time, as it hadn't been released yet, but I did recognize the title.
After watching red-carpet coverage during award season, I learned the basic plot of this memoir -- a free man is taken into slavery in the early 1840s, leaving behind a wife and a family for 12 years.
Solomon's story was heartbreaking at many parts in the book. It's heartbreaking in 2014, when most people reading the book now would be pretty educated on slavery in the early days of America, but I can't imagine the reactions it would have had when it was originally published in the 1850s.
The thing that surprised me about Twelve Years a Slave was how readable it was in this day in age -- meaning, I wasn't reading slowly trying to figure out a hundred and fifty years' worth of jargon and tongue. I usually take my time with anything written before 1960 since it is often written in a tone and style I am not always used to reading. But I had no trouble getting through this, as Solomon told his story in a matter-of-fact tone.
It was interesting to me how I felt about this book as I read it, since you already know how it ends. Every time something terrible happened, it was easy for me to remember his story ended positively. I wonder how this affected my perception of it.
Next up: Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn



