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"Born in 1844 in bucolic upstate New York, Liberty Fish is the son of fervent abolitionists as well as the grandson of Carolina slaveholders even more dedicated to their cause. Thus follows a childhood limned with fugitive slaves moving through hidden passageways in the house, his Uncle Porter's free-soil adventure stories whose remarkable violence sets the tone of the mounting national crisis, and the inevitable distress that befalls his mother whenever letters arrive from her parents - a conflict that ultimately costs her her life and compels Liberty, in hopes of reconciling the familial disunion, to escape first into the cauldron of war and then into a bedlam more disturbing still." Rich in characters both heartbreaking and bloodcurdling, comic and horrific, The Amalgamation Polka is shot through with politics and dreams, and it captures great swaths of the American experience, from village to metropolis to plantation, from the Erie Canal to the Bahamas, from Bloody Kansas to the fulfillment of the killing fields. Yet for all the brutality and tragedy, this novel is exuberant in the telling and its wide compassion, brimming with the language, manners, hopes, and fears of its time.
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John Wray
When Wright is sitting firmly in the saddle, The Amalgamation Polka reads like a cross between John Barth and John Waters, and is often entertaining; when he's not, it resembles a Victorian morality play by the over-excitable cult porn director Russ Meyers. My guess is that Wright himself, if asked to account for his excesses, would probably admit to them with pride. To quote a phrase attributed to P. T. Barnum, whose "Hall of Wonders" turns up in the novel: "Let them call me unreasonable if they must, but never, ever, let them call me boring."
— The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
The author of the Vietnam classic Meditation in Green (1983) here channels Liberty Fish, a fictional member of a real, still-prominent upstate New York family, for a gruesome Civil War picaresque a la Candide. Roxana Maury, the daughter of Carolinian slaveholders, turns against the "peculiar institution," disowns her parents, Asa and Ida and marries northerner Thatcher Fish, who shares her abolitionism. Their son Liberty is born in 1844, and his liberal education is enhanced by his parents, and the oddball metaphysicians and charlatans with whom they surround themselves. When war breaks out, Liberty joins up, participates in a series of horrific battles, deserts and travels South to his mother's ancestral home, Redemption Hall. There, he finds his grandfather, Asa, practicing ghastly homicidal experiments with his slaves. As Union forces approach, Asa abandons his invalid wife and more or less kidnaps Liberty, and the two ship aboard a blockade runner, bound for Nassau. Liberty functions more as Gump than protagonist, and ultimately learns Candide-like lessons through similarly unlikely adventures. Roxana's background and the (unconnected) doings of a curious Uncle Potter in Kansas occupy a large portion of the story; the grotesque piles on top of the macabre in depicting slavery; highly humorous banter flows throughout. This book, rich in an appropriately fatuous, overblown period style, is the morbidly comic counterpoint to Doctorow's The March. (Feb. 17) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Liberty Fish embodies the national dilemma: he was raised by Northern abolitionists, but his mother's family owns a slave plantation in South Carolina. Wright (Meditations in Green) provides a panoramic history of the Civil War era in a series of brilliant set pieces, narrating Fish's story in a comically bombastic version of 19th-century vernacular that recalls Charles Portis's True Grit (1968). As the novel unfolds, Fish travels along the Erie Canal, already in steep decline from railroad competition, and subsequently visits New York City, capital of hucksterism and prostitution. He enlists in the Union army, fighting in chaotic, senseless battles, and finally deserts Sherman's command to visit his mother's birthplace, now a makeshift laboratory for his grandfather's horrific genetic experiments. Throughout, there are strong echoes of classic works of literature, including Stendhal's Charterhouse of Parma, Melville's The Confidence Man, and Wells's The Island of Dr. Moreau. Unlike recent historical novels, such as Charles Frazier's Cold Mountain or E.L. Doctorow's The March, his book offers a decidedly postmodern take on the Civil War entirely appropriate to the theme of a disjointed world. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 10/1/05.]-Edward B. St. John, Loyola Law Sch. Lib., Los Angeles Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
In this offbeat Civil War novel, a young abolitionist comes to terms with his times as he visits his slave-owning grandparents. Liberty Fish is born in 1844 in Delphi, N.Y. His parents, Thatcher and Roxana, are ardent abolitionists, spending weeks away from home on the lecture circuit. They also shelter fugitive slaves. Just shy of 17, Liberty volunteers to join the Union army. After several close calls, he deserts his regiment in Georgia, feeling a "divine necessity" to visit his ancestral home (Roxana has quarreled bitterly with her parents and is no longer welcome on the South Carolina plantation where she was raised). Once there, Liberty realizes revenge is futile, though both grandparents are still mighty vicious. Ida is bedridden and Asa, a racist crackpot, is conducting horrifying experiments on his slaves to turn them white. As the Union forces close in, Liberty reluctantly joins Asa in flight to Charleston, where they embark for the Bahamas. Failing to commandeer the vessel, Asa jumps overboard, while Liberty returns to his Delphi home. There are many oddities here. The Civil War section begins only at the halfway point. The leisurely first half, Liberty's childhood, is crowded with colorful minor characters; their prattle obscures the narrative like fog. Wright flirts with various possibilities (coming-of-age and/or Civil War stories, dysfunctional family saga) but then backs away from them. Liberty makes a curious protagonist, the resolute volunteer and equally resolute deserter becoming largely passive once he reaches the plantation, and that is what is most disturbing. Reasonable expectations that Liberty will prove a cathartic force, cleansing the plantation of itsrottenness, go unmet. The problem is also one of tone; Wright surely does not mean to portray Asa as a lovable old rascal, but he comes uncomfortably close. A disappointing misstep by a versatile writer (Going Native, 1994, etc.).
The New York Times - Laura Miller
The perpetual danger in Wright's novels is that the book's forward momentum will be swamped by the trippy fecundity of his prose. He always has time for a detour…But in The Amalgamation Polka, Wright gets the balance just right, and the rich, droll style he uses here—both tribute to and parody of 19th-century diction—becomes, like the canal water conveying Captain Whelkington's boat, a means of travel as well as an interesting stew in its own right.
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"Boiling with anger and calm, cruelty and compassion, horror and laugh-out-loud humor, The Amalgamation Polka perfectly captures not only the human experience but also what it means to be an American." —Fort Worth Star-Telegram"Endlessly beguiling [by] an extravagantly talented novelist. . . . For Wright, America, past and present, is Wonderland, a place of marvels and horrors from which not even the fortunate escape with their heads. " —The New York Times Book Review"Stephen Wright [is] the most important American novelist you've probably never heard of [and] The Amalgamation Polka might be the book that, deservedly, makes his as familiar a name as Don DeLillo or Thomas Pynchon." —Austin American-Statesman"Quite simply an astonishing novel, brilliantly executed and beautifully written. Stephen Wright deserves to be famous and feted for it." —The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780641974519
  • Publisher: Knopf Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 11/21/2008
  • Pages: 323
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.20 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen Wright was educated at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. He has taught at Princeton University, Brown University, and The New School. He lives in New York City. The Amalgamation Polka is his fourth novel.
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The Amalgamation Polka


By Stephen Wright

Random House

Stephen Wright
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ISBN: 067945117X


Chapter One

The bearded ladies were dancing in the mud. Outsized country feet that just wouldn't keep still, strutting and reeling all along that slippery stretch of flooded road. Yellow paste clung to the hems of their gowns, flecked sunburnt arms and whiskery cheeks, collected in thick earthen coins upon the lacy ruffles of their modest chests like a hero's worth of medals artlessly arranged. A cold rain fell and continued to fall over the lost hills, the yet smoking fields, the rude, misshapen trees where light--vague and uncertain--struggled to furnish the day with the grainy quality of a fogged daguerreotype. And at the center of this dripping stillness these loud animated women without origin or explanation, refugees from a traveling circus perhaps, abandoned out of forgetfulness or deceit or simple spite, the improvised conclusion to some sorry affair of outrage and betrayal, and as they danced, they sang and reveled in the rain, porcelain pitchers of ripe applejack passing freely from hand to unwashed hand, the echo of their song sounding harshly across that desolate country:

Soupy, soupy, soupy, without any bean

Porky, porky, porky, without any lean

Coffee, coffee, coffee, without any cream

On a rise back of the road stood a tall white frame house with long white curtains flung twisted and sodden from the open windows. A solitary blackbird perched atop the brick chimney, its beaded prismatic head jerking mechanically about. Several emaciated hogs rooted with audible vigor among the stumps of broken furniture, the puddles of bright clothing littering the trampled yard. From out the shadowed doorway flew an enameled jewelry box, bouncing once, twice, and off into the weeds. Followed quickly by an English plate, a soiled pair of ripped pantaloons, a clanging case clock, an oval looking glass that vanished upon an upended table leg in a burst of twinkling confetti--the house methodically emptying itself out. A pregnant sow shifted its spotted flanks, then resumed gnawing at the gilded frame of a painting in the grand style of Washington and Cornwallis at Yorktown. A bearded lady appeared at the door bearing before her a magnificent rosewood chair, the ruby red brocade of its seat and arms mounting up in lurid flame. The hurled chair landed upright in the mud where it continued to burn, to reduce itself to skeletal blackness, to pure idea. The bearded lady watched, haloed in the fires now leaping madly behind her. Curds of gray smoke were crowding out from under the cedar shakes. The house began to make a great whooshing sound. Flakes of wet ash blew down out of an opal sky.

The figure was already running when the bearded ladies glimpsed it, rushing slantwise down the clay slope as if materialized in mid-stride out of some adjacent realm of unendurable horror and perpetual flight.

"It's a nigger!" cried one of the ladies.

She was young and barefoot and clothed in woolen rags. The clear terror in her touched even them standing there astounded for once in their ruined fashions and waterlogged boots. They watched agape this sudden apparition go bounding up the road like a wild hare and as the size of her steadily diminished in the misting distance an unaccountable rage grew large among them. Without word or gesture they moved off as one in raucous pursuit. It was a remarkable sight. Splashing and howling, jostling for position like whipped racing ponies, all bobbing beards and bonnets, stumbling on petticoats, sliding belly down into the mire, they presented a spectacle of hermaphroditic frenzy such as few could imagine. In a moment they were strung out wheezing in the muck. All but one. Audacious in a poke bonnet and bombazine dress, she rapidly outdistanced the rest, she hounded her quarry, she ran like a mother possessed, in a fit of chastisement, hard on the heels of an impudent daughter. Over the near hill and down, up the far hill and gone.

When at last the others found them, they were fallen and half-buried in the melting loam of an eroded embankment, their partially clad bodies so slathered with mud as to be almost unrecognizable, ill-formed creatures who had failed some evolutionary test. The bearded lady was settled in between the girl's thin bare shanks and well into her work, the bonnet wadded fiercely into the girl's bleed- ing mouth, a crude brand of the letter D gleaming on the lady's exposed cheek. The girl's eyes were closed. She might have been unconscious. The stragglers stood about in an uneasy huddle, turning to study now and again the dreary emptiness of the road, the earth, the sky, waiting like patient cattle in the rain, the tattered remnants of contemporary finery hiked to their armpits, buttons undone on the filthy breeches beneath, waiting politely in turn, their pink manhood carelessly exposed. Someone belched; another laughed. Soon the last of the pale light would draw off into the pine hills, shielding from hostile eyes the occupations of these costumed shapes in a starless obscurity, in the cloaked freedom of the night.

There was a gorilla in the White House and a long-tailed mulatto presiding over the Senate chamber and the dreams of the Republic were dark and troubling.

He was born in the fall of the time at the end of time. The signs were plain for all with an eye to read: the noonday passage the previous spring of a great comet--"the marvel of the age!"--the swift echelons of croaking blackbirds flocking north for the winter, the collapse of the revival tent up in Rochester where, miraculously, not a single soul was harmed. Cows walked backward through the meadows; well water turned overnight into vinegar. Surely the advent of eternity was at hand. The vine was about to be reaped.

At dusk on the evening of October 22, 1844 (the date deter- mined by the divine computations of an ex-sheriff and self-taught biblical scholar), the ascension-robed faithful gathered anxiously in churches and meetinghouses, along rooftops, the branches of trees and out upon high desolate hillsides--the nearer to glory--hymns and prayers keeping them through the final chill hours of that long last day until, instead of the Bridegroom, there appeared in the eastern sky the tentative kindling of just another dawn, proof that, for now, time would have no end, the body no release, and outside Delphi, New York, the disappointed crowd, waistcoat watches ticking steadfastly on, descended the knoll out of Briarwood Cemetery past the leafless, unscorched elms, the cold, unharrowed graves and into the welcoming arms of no company of saints but a taunting, unredeemed mob from town brandishing brickbats and stones.

So the trials of America were not to be so speedily concluded. Hours more must be drowned in sin, the sun darkened to a seal of pitch, before God would deliver this errant nation from the wickedness of history.

Nine days later Liberty Fish was born.

His mother, Roxana, did not expect to survive the occasion, the birthing chair having served all too often as a makeshift gallows for women of the family, carrying off Grammy Bibb, several faceless cousins, a favorite aunt with dimples deep enough for planting and her eldest sister, Aurore, the blonde darling of Stono County, who stoically kneaded at her bedclothes for three frightful days before producing a male nonesuch that Father hastily wrapped in red flannel and buried in an unmarked hole behind the smokehouse on the morning she died, crying out at the end in a mystic guttural tongue none understood or recognized. Passage to that Good Land seemed to be neither fair nor fleet. The moment Roxana realized she was growing a baby she understood immediately what she must do: prepare herself like a warrior on the eve of battle. She had read The Iliad in the original Greek at the age of sixteen; she knew what was required.

The annunciatory instant, as clear to her now as present vision, occurred as she stood defiantly in the pulpit of the Pleasance Street Methodist Church in Utica, struggling to lift her modest voice above the clanging, the braying, the whistling, the clapping of the protest- ing horde outside. She had just finished reciting the Declaration of Independence--amazing the ardor those few simple words could still arouse almost seventy years later--when a boyish, moon-faced man in a rusty black coat climbed atop a pew and, shouting above the clamor of fists drumming angrily upon the walls, inquired of Roxana whether he could approach and feel her chin for evidence of a beard. A dozen men rose in outraged objection, and as Roxana waited patiently for the commotion to subside--a small, still figure at the eye of her nation's storm--she felt an unmistakable flutter of ghostly deli-cacy, a kind of spiritual hiccough, pass hastily through her frame, and at once she knew: a skull had begun to swell between her hips.

"Nonsense," declared her sister-in-law, Aroline. "No one's departing this household just yet, as long as I have any say in the matter."

"But I want this child," Roxana said in her soft drawl that always struck Aroline's northern ears as the sound a cloud might make if it could talk.

"And so you shall, my dear, and many more besides."

The thought depleted Roxana. Did she truly want even this one? She fell into a prolonged and uncharacteristic period of distraction. Days came and went, but she was no longer a passenger. The most trivial tasks eluded her. The careless placement of a spoon or cup on the kitchen table, a particular patch of sunstruck wallpaper, acquired a mesmeric fascination. She could lose herself for hours (and go she knew not where) in the view from her bedroom window, the barren hills lying motionless in the bleak February light like a corpse sprawled on its side. A single spider dangling on a single thread from a peeling porch beam was the saddest sight in the world. She kept misplacing her heavy ring of house keys. The pauses in her evening conversations with Aroline grew so lengthy she'd forget she was even speaking to anyone. At night, during those rare intervals when sleep actually came, she'd persist in dreaming that she was awake and rise in the morning achy and exhausted, a dark and haunted look hovering prominently about her solemn brown eyes.

Aroline did what Aroline did best: she worried. She left copies of The Journal of Health and Longevity or The Cold Water Journal or any of the sundry ultraist periodicals she subscribed to lying strategically around the house, pages opened to pertinent passages. Ever fashion's weather vane, she had already sampled a full course of the latest faiths, philosophies and fads, including vegetarianism, hydrotherapy, phrenology, perfectionism and harmonialism. She had been among the expectant number huddled atop the cemetery knoll, her presence testifying at least to the possibility, if not the hope, that the prophet's words were more than mere animal sounds but actual reverberations of gospel thunder, just as she was convinced there were embers of revealed truth in every belief fervently held. Fervency was the key, the sign incontrovertible of spirit leaking in through the cracks of this darkling world.

Roxana ignored the magazines, left the room at any mention of Grahamizing her diet and, despite Aroline's pleas, refused to consult a doctor, seeing no reason for outside advice on a matter women had been handling quite well on their own since Eve birthed Cain. Her attention was wholly bent on registering the most minute operations of her Internal Monitor, a phantom elusiveness that communicated at confoundingly irregular intervals through either a sort of coded rapping upon the walls of her soul or, more directly, in an actual voice, never her own, a child's urgent whisper, so thin at times as to be practically inaudible. Such messages that she did receive--however obscure, paradoxical or contradictory--had always proven to be reliable governors through life's terrible riddle. So it was clearly disquieting to suffer her faithful Monitor behaving like an inept, even outright fraudulent, fortune-teller. Giddily, it swung first one way, then the other, as if her heart were the dead pendulum weight of a great faceless clock. The chords of her desires seemed far, far out of reach, and she felt hopeless, lost, utterly alone. The sun was an egg, the moon a bone, and she couldn't rid her mind of the singsong facts of that obvious perception. Such straw her head was stuffed with. But then, inexplicably, the color of her mood would flare into an afternoon's, sometimes a whole day's, conviction of supreme imperishability. Every significant event of her life, of everybody's life, was bathed in the hard liberating light of inevitability, and backward through the dark confusions of her past was opened a route to those charmed moments when absolute rightness descended like grace, the radiance she had migrated beneath after turning her back on hearth and home and, like the distraught heroine of an Old World romance, fleeing the gates of Redemption Hall forever, or the exaltation of her first galvanic glimpse of the young Thatcher amid the marble and potted palms of the Congress Hotel in Saratoga Springs, the nimbus crowning his head savage as hellfire. But then, as abruptly as a wind-extinguished candle, the sovereign light would go out and the night rush in, attended by a whole motley zoo of familiars--chattering doubt, thumping care, heckling vexation--and thought was an anarchy of remains in a moldering tomb.

When Thatcher returned, several months overdue, from his latest provocative circuit of western churches, he found his wife out back, coatless in the bitter air, unmittened fingers clutching the wooden rim of the well, her boyish body angled out precariously over the hole as if she were searching for something precious she had dropped. Her face was blotched and wet and he was surprised--he had never seen her cry before. When he took her in his arms, she began to tremble.

"My life is over," she sobbed. Around them the frozen trees swayed and creaked like giant chandeliers caught in a draft. Tinkling crystals of ice plopped without cease onto the thick carpet of snow.

"No, no," said Thatcher, his own voice a stranger's to his ear. "No." He had no idea what she was talking about and didn't know what to do but keep patting her mechanically on her quavering back, his uncertain hand running up and down the hard china knobs of her spine.<

Continues...


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Reading Group Guide

1. What is the significance of the novel’s opening vignette? When and where might it be taking place? Who are the “bearded ladies” and in what way is their true gender revealed? At what other points in this novel do characters dress in the garments of another sex, and for what reasons? How is cross-dressing related to other kinds of imposture and transformation that figure in Wright’s book?

2. Liberty is born at a time when many people are expecting the end of the world and are alert to portents that foretell it. Discuss the role of portents and omens in this novel. Which characters are guided by them, and to what effect? How is this theme reflected in Liberty’s early conviction that “this world was not what it seemed, that closely hidden behind the mundane affairs of the day lurked layer upon unexamined layer of outright strangeness, of which what passed for ordinary was merely the protective outer covering, the skin, so to speak, of a beast so huge, so vital, it could never be discerned whole in all its proportions” [p. 207]? What might that beast be?

3. The Amalgamation Polka presents us with two families, the Fishes of Delphi, New York, and the Maurys of South Carolina. How would you compare these families, their views of race, their styles of child rearing, and their relative union or disunion? What do you make of the fact that both produce children who run away from home? Which family is better adapted to its time and place? Which one is happier?

4. Thatcher and Roxana are driven by a sense of duty so powerful that it sometimes causes them to neglect their child (indeed, Roxana worries that her devotion to Liberty may be mere pride [p. 11]). Do Asa and Ida Maury have anything comparable, or think they have? What relation does Wright draw between his characters’ sense of higher responsibility–to God or humanity, or one section of it–and their happiness as individuals? What might the parents among them think of their child-obsessed modern counterparts?

5. As a boy, Liberty has a number of teachers, beginning with Ma’am L’Orange and proceeding through his parents, Uncle Potter, and the former slave Euclid. What lessons do these teachers impart to him? Which of them does the most to shape his adult character? Does Liberty’s grandfather Asa also function as a kind of teacher, and if so what does he teach him?

6. Euclid’s way of teaching Liberty about slavery is to make him feel the scars on his back [p. 23]. Where else in the book is slavery presented as a state of injury, inflicted by one race on another? Are those injuries always physical? And do they only affect slaves?

7. The Fishes have dedicated their lives to ending slavery and freeing its victims. But the novel envisions more than one kind of freedom. Discuss the ideas of freedom embodied in such characters as the 146-year-old pirate Fife, Uncle Potter, and Simms, the Georgia farmer who has seceded from the Secession. Which of them is the most free? In the scheme of this novel, is freedom the same thing as happiness?

8. Just as The Amalgamation Polka encompasses multiple definitions of freedom, it also recognizes the diversity of opinion among those ostensibly fighting for it. Not all the men Liberty serves with are opposed to slavery, and some, like the odious McGee, hate “Ethiopians” as bitterly as any secessionist [p. 176]. What, then, might such men be fighting for? Do we see similar schisms among the novel’s Confederates? Does The Amalgamation Polka portray the Civil War as a conflict between two sides or as a war of all against all?

9. During their trip up the Erie Canal, Liberty and his father are entertained by a grisly public exhibition of dentistry, in which an unfortunate sufferer has a tooth pulled with the help of volunteers from the audience [pp. 95—99]. Where else in the novel do we encounter exhibitions, some comic, some nightmarish? Who is it that is put on display on these occasions, and who is meant to see them? How do exhibitions fit into the novel’s theme of an invisible world hidden beneath reality?

10. The Amalgamation Polka contains some bravura scenes of violence in which human destructiveness is sometimes indistinguishable from natural cataclysm (“Then, with a sudden whoosh, the night simply broke apart upon a rock of delirious flame” [p. 66]; “He also noticed in every direction small geysers of dirt were spraying into the air as if the bubbling ground itself were being cooked over a slow, mammoth fire” [p. 179]). What might this say about how the author sees the relationship between the human and the natural? Which of the book’s characters justify their behavior–or condemn other people’s–by invoking nature?

11. Just as it is preoccupied with what constitutes nature, The Amalgamation Polka is also concerned with what it is to be human. After testing Potter’s rifle on an imaginary “puke,” or slave-holder, Liberty realizes that “Pukes were not pards or pigs or pumas. Pukes were people” [p. 69]. Later, he scolds his grandfather for speaking of dead slaves as “articles”: “May I remind you that those ‘articles’ were once human beings” [p. 241]. In what other ways does Wright develop the theme of the human? At what points in the novel are human beings treated like beasts or machines or inanimate objects? At what points do they become them? And where in the novel are dehumanized humans restored to their original condition?

12. The primary narrative of The Amalgamation Polka is frequently interrupted or embroidered by lesser narratives, many of them told by its characters. What role do such stories–for example, that of Potter’s bloody expedition to Kansas or Roxana’s flight from the South–play within the larger narrative? How are they related to the many journeys the characters undertake, from Liberty’s voyage up the Erie Canal with his father to his later wanderings through the wreckage of the Confederacy? Discuss The Amalgamation Polka’s relation to such similarly digressive works as Huckleberry Finn or Gravity’s Rainbow.

13. Discuss the meaning of the terms “amalgamation” and “amalgamator” in this novel. Who uses it pejoratively? Who employs it as a term of pride? Given the grotesque experiments he turns out to be performing on his slaves–some of whom are also his children–might Asa Maury be the book’s truest amalgamator?

14. In the course of The Amalgamation Polka, families are shattered, innocent people die horrible deaths, and an entire nation is convulsed by war. For all that, would you describe it as a tragic novel, and if not, why?

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  • Posted February 24, 2009

    Race in America

    It's still a topic for thought. Just look at what new Attorney General has said. The book was slow, I felt like I was plodding through mud due to the slow character development. The main character was less well drawn than some of the peripheral characters in the book. In the end, I really didn't care what happened.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2006

    It doesn't have anything to do with the dance - Polka, but lively language of Civil War tale.... a Book Loons reviewer

    Author Stephen Wright has been idle from the writing scene for ten years of which The AMALGAMATION POLKA is his fourth novel, recently released. Many peers have accorded literary kudos to Wright, all of which is well-deserved attention. Wright's eerie style resembles TV's old 'Twilight Zone' serials. The author's style wends its way in a fashion that the reader anxiously forges ahead to find out the outcome, and wanting more. The setting is Civil War era in the pre-consolidated America, and the abolitionist Fish family. Roxana Fish marries Thatcher of Saratoga Springs, NY, and having come from South Carolina slave owners, Roxana witnessed vicious beatings. She developed an intense outrage of injustice, pressing her family about the latter¿ she is told, 'a proper woman of the South doesn't act that way¿.'. Thatcher is committed to ending slavery, and recklessly leads Roxana to run away under secrecy, and to marry. Their home is opened to the Underground Railroad. Parenting a child named Liberty, they are sure the child will grow to fight for the Union. War begins developing into battlefield losses and enmity. As in his prior Wright's novels, and with his gift of language, he transposes defined characters, time period dialog, and the reader travels forward, following the powerful pen of the author. With an average plot, added humor at times overly injected, Wright's mastery of language holds on to the reading audience.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellent historical

    To their chagrin, Carolina slaveholders Asa and Ida Maury cannot understand how their daughter Roxana rejects the institution that puts food on her plate. In fact Roxana finds treating people as slaves an abomination while growing up at Redemption Hall. Upsetting her parents even more so, Roxana marries Thatcher Fish of a prominent upstate New York family, who are abolitionist activists. --- In 1844, Roxana gives birth to a son, named Liberty for obvious reasons. He grows up in a household that strongly believes in freedom for everyone regardless of race, religion, national origin or gender. ¿ are con artists. When the Civil War begins, Liberty enlists dreaming of freeing the abused slaves. However, he finds war horrific not glorious, but soon ends up visiting his matriarchal home where he meets his ailing grandma and a deranged Asa, who performs appalling experimentation that lead to death on his slaves. As the Northern army closes in on the Redemption Hall area, Asa, leaving behind Ida, flees taking Liberty with him on a vessel running the blockade for Nassau. --- The Roxana and Liberty subplots aided by another involving Uncle Potter in Kansas, tie together to forge a satirical look at the grotesqueness of the human condition. The story line is filed with action, but is more a purposely exaggerated period piece that inanely accentuates the worse. Readers who appreciate tons of irony will enjoy this solid sordid hyperbole that applies inductive reasoning to make a timely case of freedom for all when the Patriot Act and zealous fundamentalists want to homogenize the First Amendment. --- Harriet Klausner

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