In The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, author David Mitchell seems like he’s telling us a secret. A long secret. A long, human secret about a secret land in a time shrouded by history and distance. His latest novel leaves behind the clever tricks of structure of his earlier works in favor of a purer, undistracted treatise on the human condition, nestled into a very unique historical setting.
At the dawn of the 19th century, a group of ragtag, conniving Dutchmen working for the East India Company make up the only westerners that can even steal glimpses of the forbidden Japanese Empire. From a tiny, walled island called Dejima outside of Nagasaki, the handful of Europeans trade and cheat, maximizing profits from copper, camphor and other Japanese goods while occasionally inadvertently enriching the East India Company as well.
After a period of time in my life I will henceforth call The Jaw-Droppingly Busy Era, I am emerging again—just in time to jump on a train and then a plane to Reykjavík. In the next month or so, I’ll be visiting Iceland, Ireland, the UK and France. Hang out with me and you might see some photos and general Euro-miscellany. Sound OK?
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Book Review: “The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet” by David Mitchell
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Europe 2010, Or, How I packed everything for a monthlong international journey in a carry-on
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My Ongoing Narrow-Rule Obsession
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