This multi-generational Hawaiian tale (with light magical realism elements) alternates between lush and sensuous and really dark…as befits the complex and often painful history of these volcanic islands where the fire at their heart both creates and destroys.
We begin in the (at time of writing) present day (early 1990s) with four women, each different mixtures of Hawaiian-native-plus-something, returning to see their imposing grandmother, Pono. The latter is rumored to be a kahuna (seer/priest/magic woman), and to be able to turn into a shark; certainly she has a cane made of human vertebrae! Then we jump back in time, to Pono’s grandparents - a Tahitian princess with a pouch of black pearls, and a one-eyed white sailor, both runaways – and follow down the family line and their various adventures, passions, and misfortunes.
Colonialism and its terrible impacts on native populations is of course a big theme, as is the way that many of the women in Pono’s line put up resistance to it, and their interactions with the Chinese, Japanese, Filipinos, and others brought in as workers.
And, boy, am I glad I’m over my childhood leprosy phobia, because damn does this book go in deep to the effects of that imported disease on the islands and specifically Pono and her lover, Duke, who is shipped off to the infamous leper colony on Molokai. This was located on the peninsula of Kalaupapa, separated from the rest of the island by a steep drop. Initially, lepers were given no care at all, expected even to swim to shore by themselves! By Duke’s time, there were proper houses and hospitals…but he still suffers damage from experimental treatments themselves. We get excruciatingly detailed accounts of what the disease did to human nerves and flesh and bone (I say did as a nod to my childhood self who didn’t know there are treatments now!), as well as the extreme social stigma attached to the condition.
So, trigger warning for all that, as well as for rape and sex trafficking!
As is often the case for me, my favorite parts were the descriptions of the natural world and the way the characters interact with it (whether swimming, hunting, coffee farming, making herbal medicines, etc.) and the tales of resistance and resilience in the face of oppression. For all I described this as “sensual”, though, I admit quite a few of the sex scenes did give me the ick – and not just the ones that were clearly kinda supposed to. I’m still not 100% sure why, but I think maybe it was the way the book almost feels sapphic…but isn’t. There’s a big focus on women and their relationships (eg Pono and her friend Ran Ran live together for years in a house that is described as basically repelling men) and the way they are soft and strong and beautiful. And then there are these men, none of whom I found all that appealing, inserting themselves (um, literally, often). And it’s weird, because I am still attracted to men…I just had a moment’s doubt about that because these ones or these descriptions made me go “Ew, go away! Gross!” for whatever reason. But that could just be me; maybe straight women will find this really sexy, IDK!
But forget that, because, as I say, this book is really about the relationship within and between these generations of women, and their relation to the land and sea:
“Rachel meet her many cousins, come close to t’ree of dem, Vanya, Jessamyn, Ming…Come back every summer, like dey addicted to Big Island. What I t’ink is, dey addicted to Pono, like swimmers addicted to da sea. Yeah, shoah, sea da mot’er of us all, but you no can tell, sometime da bottom drop, suck swimmers down…”