Island Beneath the Sea
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Island Beneath the Sea

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"Born a slave on the island of Saint-Domingue, Zarite - known as Tete - is the daughter of an African mother she never knew and one of the white sailors who brought her into bondage. Though her childhood is one of brutality and fear, Tete finds solace in the traditional rhythms of African drums and in the voodoo loas she discovers through her fellow slaves." "When

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"Born a slave on the island of Saint-Domingue, Zarite - known as Tete - is the daughter of an African mother she never knew and one of the white sailors who brought her into bondage. Though her childhood is one of brutality and fear, Tete finds solace in the traditional rhythms of African drums and in the voodoo loas she discovers through her fellow slaves." "When twenty-year-old Toulouse Valmorain arrives on the island in 1770, it's with powdered wigs in his baggage and dreams of financial success in his mind. But running his father's plantation, Saint Lazare, is neither glamorous nor easy. It will be eight years before he brings home a bride - but marriage, too, proves more difficult than he imagined. And Valmorain remains dependent on the services of his teenaged slave." Spanning four decades, Island Beneath the Sea is the story of the intertwined lives of Tete and Valmorain, and of one woman's determination to find love amid loss, to offer humanity though her own has been battered, and to forge her own identity in the cruelest of circumstances.

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[Signature]Reviewed by Marlon JamesOf the many pitfalls lurking for the historical novel, the most dangerous is history itself. The best writers either warp it for selfish purposes (Gore Vidal), dig for the untold, interior history (Toni Morrison), or both (Jeannette Winterson). Allende, four years after Ines of My Soul, returns with another historical novel, one that soaks up so much past life that there is nowhere left to go but where countless have been. Opening in Saint Domingue a few years before the Haitian revolution would tear it apart, the story has at its center Zarité, a mulatto whose extraordinary life takes her from that blood-soaked island to dangerous and freewheeling New Orleans; from rural slave life to urban Creole life and a different kind of cruelty and adventure. Yet even in the new city, Zarité can't quite free herself from the island, and the people alive and dead that have followed her.Zarité's passages are striking. More than merely lyrical, they map around rhythms and spirits, making her as much conduit as storyteller. One wishes there was more of her because, unlike Allende, Zarité is under no mission to show us how much she knows. Every instance, a brush with a faith healer, for example, is an opportunity for Allende to showcase what she has learned about voodoo, medicine, European and Caribbean history, Napoleon, the Jamaican slave Boukman, and the legendary Mackandal, a runaway slave and master of black magic who has appeared in several novels including Alejo Carpentier's Kingdom of This World. The effect of such display of research is a novel that is as inert as a history textbook, much like, oddly enough John Updike's Terrorist, a novel that revealed an author who studied a voluminous amount of facts without learning a single truth.Slavery as a subject in fiction is still a high-wire act, but one expects more from Allende. Too often she forgoes the restraint and empathy essential for such a topic and plunges into a heavy breathing prose reminiscent of the Falconhurst novels of the 1970s, but without the guilty pleasure of sexual taboo. Sex, overwritten and undercooked, is where “opulent hips slithered like a knowing snake until she impaled herself upon his rock-hard member with a deep sigh of joy.” Even the references to African spirituality seem skin-deep and perfunctory, revealing yet another writer too entranced by the myth of black cultural primitivism to see the brainpower behind it. With Ines of My Soul one had the sense that the author was trying to structure a story around facts, dates, incidents, and real people. Here it is the reverse, resulting in a book one second-guesses at every turn. Of course there will be a forbidden love. Betrayal. Incest. Heartbreak. Insanity. Violence. And in the end the island in the novel's title remains legend. Fittingly so, because to reach the Island Beneath the Sea, one would have had to dive deep. Allende barely skims the surface.Marlon James's recent novel, The Book of Night Women was a finalist for the 2010 National Book Critics Circle Award.
Associated Press
“Epic scope and sweep…[Allende’s] characters, linked by blood, love triangles and even incest, have a depth and complexity that…imbues the proceedings with a lushness bordering on magic realism.”
San Francisco Chronicle
“Exuberant passions, strong heroines and intricate plots...a world as enchanted--and enchanting--as it is brutal and unjust... A page-turning drama.”
New York Times Book Review
“[An] entertaining sweep...The canvas contains no less than the revolutionary history of the world’s first black republic...Allende revels in period details...Her cast is equally vibrant...”
San Antonio Express-News
“A remarkable feat of prescience…ISLAND BENEATH THE SEA is rich in drama, setting, themes, characters, dialogue and symbolism…an intriguing and wonderfully woven story.”
The Huffington Post
“Enthralling, blood-chilling, and heart-breaking…ISLAND BENEATH THE SEA is a historical novel which works brilliantly in conveying the cyclone that was the eighteenth century.”
“…with gorgeous place descriptions, a keen eye for history and a predilection for high drama…There are few more charming storytellers in the world than Isabel Allende.”
Library Journal
Zarieté, known as Tété, is born a slave in Haiti, then called Saint-Domingue, in 1700. She is bought by Toulouse Valmorain, a young Frenchman whose ideals quickly disappear in the brutality of life on a sugar plantation. Tété tenderly cares for Valmorain's son and, since she is her master's property, bears two of the master's children herself. She helps Valmorain and the children escape just as the bloody violence of the slave revolt reaches the plantation. They set sail for New Orleans, a raucous city where Tété finds more family drama and, finally, love and freedom. VERDICT Confining Allende's trademark magic realism to the otherworldly solace Tété finds in the island's voodoo, this timely and absorbing novel is another winning Allende story filled with adventure, vivid characters, and richly detailed descriptions of life in the Caribbean at that time. Sure to be popular with Allende's many fans. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 1/10.]—Leslie Patterson, Brown Univ. Lib., Providence
Kirkus Reviews
Given recent events, the timing couldn't be better for this historical fiction from Allende (The Sum of Our Days, 2008, etc.), which follows a slave/concubine from Haiti during the slave uprisings to New Orleans in time for the Louisiana Purchase. In 1770, Toulouse Valmorain arrives in Haiti from France to take over his dying father's plantation. He buys the child Zarite to be his new Spanish wife Eugenia's maidservant and has her trained by the mulatto courtesan Violette Boisier, whose charisma could carry a book on its own. Barely into puberty, Zarite is raped by Valmorain, who gives the resulting son to Violette and her French army officer husband to raise as their own. Eugenia bears Valmorain one legitimate heir before she descends into madness. Zarite, who is devoted to pathetic Eugenia until her early death, lovingly raises baby Maurice and runs the household with great competence. She also submits to sexual relations with Valmorain whenever he wants. When Zarite's daughter is born, Valmorain assumes the child Rosette is his and allows her to remain in the household as Maurice's playmate. Actually Rosette's father is Gambo, a slave who has joined the rebels and become a lieutenant to the legendary Toussaint Louverture. When the rebels destroy Valmorain's plantation, Gambo and Zarite help him escape. In return Valmorain promises to free Zarite, who stays with him, she thinks temporarily, for the children's sake. Valmorain relocates to Louisiana, where Eugenia's brother has purchased him land. His new wife, jealous and vindictive Hortense, makes life unbearable for both Zarite and Maurice, who is sent to school in Boston. While Valmorain, less a villain than a man of his time, finally grants Zarite the freedom he's promised, more tragedies await strong-willed Rosette and sensitive, idealistic Maurice, whose love crosses more than racial boundaries. Still Zarite, along with the reader, finds solace in the cast of secondary characters, who also journey from Haiti to New Orleans. A rich gumbo of melodrama, romance and violence.
Associated Press Staff
“Epic scope and sweep…[Allende’s] characters, linked by blood, love triangles and even incest, have a depth and complexity that…imbues the proceedings with a lushness bordering on magic realism.”
Cathleen Medwick
“A lush epic of racism and rebellion which begins in Saint-Domingue (today’s Haiti)…In a culture of violence, Tété proves that ingenuity can be as heroic as love.”
Corrie Pikul
“Two remarkable women whose destinies are entwined face the chaos of this time [eighteenth century Saint-Domingue]…Uncannily relevant.”
Donna Seaman
An entrancing and astute storyteller…In a many-faceted plot, Allende animates irresistible characters authentic in their emotional turmoil and pragmatic adaptability…while masterfully dramatizing the psychic wounds of slavery.”
"…with gorgeous place descriptions, a keen eye for history and a predilection for high drama…There are few more charming storytellers in the world than Isabel Allende."

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The Island Beneath the Sea

A Novel
By Isabel Allende

Harper Perennial

Copyright © 2011 Isabel Allende
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-06-198825-7

Chapter One

Toulouse Valmorain arrived in Saint-Domingue in 1770, the same
year the dauphin of France married the Austrian archduchess, Marie
Antoinette. Before traveling to the colony, when still he had no suspicion
that his destiny was going to play a trick on him, or that he would end up
in cane fields in the Antilles, he had been invited to Versailles to one of
the parties in honor of the new dauphine, a young blonde of fourteen,
who yawned openly in the rigid protocol of the French court. All of that
was in the past. Saint-Domingue was another world. The young Valmorain
had a rather vague idea of the place where his father struggled to
earn a livelihood for his family with the ambition of converting it into
a fortune. Valmorain had read somewhere that the original inhabitants
of the island, the Arawaks, had called it Haïti before the conquistadors
changed the name to La Española and killed off the natives. In fewer
than fifty years, not a single Arawak remained, nor sign of them; they
all perished as victims of slavery, European illnesses, and suicide. They
were a red-skinned race, with thick black hair and inalterable dignity,
so timid that a single Spaniard could conquer ten of them with his bare
hands. They lived in polygamous communities, cultivating the land with
care in order not to exhaust it: sweet potatoes, maize, gourds, peanuts,
peppers, potatoes, and cassava. The earth, like the sky and water, had no
owner until the foreigners, using the forced labor of the Arawaks, took
control of it in order to cultivate never-before-seen plants. It was in that
time that the custom of killing people with dogs was begun. When they
had annihilated the indigenous peoples, the new masters imported slaves,
blacks kidnapped in Africa and whites from Europe: convicts, orphans,
prostitutes, and rebels. At the end of the 1600s, Spain ceded to France the
western part of the island, which they called Saint-Domingue, and which
would become the richest colony in the world. At the time Toulouse
Vakmorain arrived there, a third of the wealth of France, in sugar, coffee,
tobacco, cotton, indigo, and cocoa, came from the island. There were no
longer white slaves, but the number of blacks had risen to hundreds of
thousands. The most intractable crop was sugarcane, the sweet gold of
the colony; cutting the cane, crushing it, and reducing it to syrup was
labor not for humans, as the planters maintained, but for beasts.
Valmorain had just turned twenty when he was summoned to the
colony by an urgent letter from his father's business agent. When the
youth disembarked, he was dressed in the latest fashion—lace cuffs,
powdered wig, and shoes with high heels—and sure that the books he
had read on the subject of exploration made him more than capable of
advising his father for a few weeks. He was traveling with a valet nearly
as elegant as he, and several trunks holding his wardrobe and his books.
He thought of himself as a man of letters, and planned upon his return
to France to dedicate himself to science. He admired the philosophers
and encyclopedists who had in recent decades made such an impact in
Europe, and he agreed with some of their liberal ideas. Rousseau's Social
Contract had been his bedside book at eighteen. He had barely got off the
ship, after a crossing that nearly ended in tragedy when they ran into a
hurricane in the Caribbean, when he received his first disagreeable
surprise: his progenitor was not waiting for him at the port. He was met
by the agent, a courteous Jew dressed in black from head to foot, who
informed him of the precautions necessary for moving about the island;
he had brought him horses, a pair of mules for luggage, a guide, and
militiamen to accompany him to the Habitation Saint-Lazare. The young
man had never set foot outside France, and had paid very little attention
to the stories—banal, furthermore—his father used to tell during his
infrequent visits to the family in Paris. He could not imagine that he would
ever visit the plantation; the tacit agreement was that his father would
consolidate his fortune on the island while he looked after his mother
and sisters and supervised the business in France. The letter he had
received alluded to health problems, and he supposed that it concerned a
passing fever, but when he reached Saint-Lazare, after a day's march at
a killing pace through a gluttonous and hostile nature, he realized that
his father was dying. He was not suffering from malaria, as Valmorain
had thought, but syphilis, le mal espagnol, which was devastating whites,
blacks, and mulattoes alike. His father's illness was in the last stages; he
was covered with pustules, nearly incapacitated, his teeth were loose and
his mind in a fog. The Dantesque treatments of bloodletting, mercury,
and cauterizing his penis with red-hot wire had not given him relief, but
he continued them as an act of contrition. Just past his fiftieth birthday,
he had become an ancient giving nonsensical orders, urinating without
control, and passing his time in a hammock with his pets, a pair of young
black girls who had barely reached puberty.
While slaves unpacked his luggage under the direction of the valet, a
fop who had barely endured the crossing on the ship and was frightened
by the primitive conditions of the place, Toulouse Valmorain went out
to look over the vast property. He knew nothing about the cultivation
of cane, but the tour was sufficient for him to understand that the slaves
were starving and the plantation had been saved from ruin only because
the world was consuming sugar with increasing voraciousness. In the
account books he found the explanation for his father's bad financial
condition, which was not maintaining his family at a proper level in Paris.
Production was a disaster, and the slaves were dying like insects;
Valmorain had no doubt that the overseers were robbing his family, taking
advantage of the master's deterioration. He cursed his luck and set about
rolling up his sleeves and getting to work, something no young man from
The Spanish Illness
his milieu ever considered; work was for a different class of people. He
began by obtaining a generous loan, thanks to the support and connections
of his father's business agent's bankers. Then he ordered the
commandeurs to the cane fields, to work elbow to elbow with the same people
they had martyrized, and replaced them with others less depraved. He
reduced punishments and hired a veterinarian, who spent two months at
Saint-Lazare trying to return the Negroes to some degree of health. The
veterinarian could not save Valmorain's valet, who was dispatched by a
fulminating diarrhea in fewer than thirty-eight hours. Valmorain
realized that his father's slaves lasted an average of eighteen months before
they dropped dead of fatigue or escaped, a much shorter period than
on other plantations. The women lived longer than the men, but they
produced less in the asphyxiating labor of the cane fields, and they also
had the bad habit of getting pregnant. As very few children survived,
the planters had concluded that fertility among the Negroes was not a
good source of income. The young Valmorain carried out the necessary
changes in a methodical way, quickly and with no plans, intending to
leave very soon, but when his father died a few months later, the son had
to confront the inescapable fact that he was trapped. He did not intend to
leave his bones in the mosquito-infested colony, but if he went too soon
he would lose the plantation, and with it the income and social position
his family held in France.
Valmorain did not try to make connections with other colonists. The
grands blancs, owners of other plantations, considered him a presumptuous
youth who would not last long on the island, and for that reason they
were amazed to see him sunburned and in muddy boots. The antipathy
was mutual. For Valmorain the Frenchmen transplanted to the Antilles
were boors, the opposite of the society he had frequented, in which
ideas, science, and the arts were exalted and no one spoke of money or
of slaves. From the Age of Reason in Paris, he had passed to a primitive
and violent world in which the living and the dead walked hand in hand.
Neither did he make friends with the petits blancs, whose only capital was
the color of their skin, a few poor devils poisoned by envy and slander, as
he considered them. Many had come from the four corners of the globe
and had no way to prove the purity of their blood, or their past; in the
best of cases they were merchants, artisans, friars of little virtue, sailors,
military men, and minor civil servants, but there were always troublemakers,
pimps, criminals, and buccaneers who used every inlet of the
Caribbean for their corrupt operations. He had nothing in common with
those people. Among the free mulattoes, the affranchis, there were more
than sixty classifications set by percentage of white blood, and that deter-
mined their social level. Valmorain never learned to distinguish the tones
or proper denomination for each possible combination of the two races.
The affranchis lacked political power, but they managed a lot of money,
and poor whites hated them for that. Some earned a living in illicit trafficking,
from smuggling to prostitution, but others had been educated in
France and had fortunes, lands, and slaves. In spite of subtleties of color,
the mulattoes were united by their shared aspiration to pass for whites
and their visceral scorn for Negroes. The slaves, whose number was ten
times greater than that of the whites and affranchis combined, counted
for nothing, neither in the census of the population nor in the colonists'
Since he did not want to isolate himself completely, Toulouse
Valmorain occasionally had interchange with some families of grands blancs
in Le Cap, the city nearest his plantation. On those trips he bought what
was needed for supplies and, if he could not avoid it, went by the
Assemblée Coloniale to greet his peers, so that they would not forget his
name, but he did not participate in the sessions. He also used the occasion
to go to plays at the theater, attend parties given by the cocottes—the
exuberant French, Spanish, and mixed-race courtesans who dominated
nightlife—and to rub elbows with explorers and scientists who stopped
by the island on their way toward other more interesting places. Saint-
Domingue did not attract visitors, but at times some came to study
the nature or economy of the Antilles. Those Valmorain invited to
Saint-Lazare with the intention of regaining, even if briefly, pleasure
from the sophisticated conversation that had marked his youthful years
in Paris. Three years after his father's death, he could show the property
with pride; he had transformed that ruin of sick Negroes and dry cane
fields into one of the most prosperous of the eight hundred plantations
on the island, had multiplied by five the volume of unrefined sugar for
export, and had installed a distillery in which he produced select barrels
of a rum as good as the best in Cuba. His visitors spent one or two weeks
in his large, rustic wood residence, soaking up country life and appreciating
at close range the magic invention of sugar. They rode horseback
through the dense growth that whistled threateningly in the wind, protected
from the sun by large straw hats and gasping in the boiling humidity
of the Caribbean, while slaves thin as shadows cut the cane to ground
level without killing the root, so there would be other harvests. From a
distance, they resembled insects in fields where the cane was twice their
height. The labor of cleaning the hard stalks, chopping them in toothed
machines, crushing them in the rollers, and boiling the juice in deep
copper cauldrons to obtain a dark syrup was fascinating to these city
people, who had seen only the white crystals that sweetened coffee. The
visitors brought Valmorain up to date on events in a Europe and America
that were more and more remote for him, the new technological and
scientific advances, and the philosophical ideas of the vanguard. They
opened to him a crack through which he could glimpse the world, and as
a gift left him books. Valmorain enjoyed his guests, but he enjoyed more
their leaving; he did not like to have witnesses to his life, or to his property.
The foreigners observed slavery with a mixture of morbid curiosity
and repugnance that was offensive to him because he thought of himself
as a just master; if they knew how other planters treated their Negroes,
they would agree with him. He knew that more than one would return to
civilization converted into an abolitionist and ready to campaign against
consumption of sugar. Before he had been forced to live on the island, he
too would have been shocked by slavery, had he known the details, but
his father never referred to the subject. Now, with his hundreds of slaves,
his ideas had changed.
Toulouse Valmorain spent the first years lifting Saint-Lazare from
devastation and was unable to travel outside the colony even once. He
lost contact with his mother and sisters, except for sporadic, rather formal
letters that reported only the banalities of everyday life and health. After
his failure with two French managers, he hired a mulatto as head overseer
of the plantation, a man named Prosper Cambray, and then found more
time to read, to hunt, and travel to Le Cap. There he had met Violette
Boisier, the most sought after cocotte of the city, a free young woman
with the reputation of being clean and healthy, African by heritage and
white in appearance.


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Corrie Pikul
“Two remarkable women whose destinies are entwined face the chaos of this time [eighteenth century Saint-Domingue]…Uncannily relevant.”
Donna Seaman
An entrancing and astute storyteller…In a many-faceted plot, Allende animates irresistible characters authentic in their emotional turmoil and pragmatic adaptability…while masterfully dramatizing the psychic wounds of slavery.”
Cathleen Medwick
“A lush epic of racism and rebellion which begins in Saint-Domingue (today’s Haiti)…In a culture of violence, Tété proves that ingenuity can be as heroic as love.”

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Island Beneath the Sea 4 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 239 reviews.
avidtexasreader More than 1 year ago
I've read several of Allende's books and liked them all, but this is one of her best, if not the best. I especially enjoyed the setting in the Carribean and Louisiana, and as always enjoyed getting to know the characters and sympathizing with them. Definitely recommend this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the first novel I read from this author and I found it extremely entertaining. I often had to prevent myself from reading ahead so that I could get to the ending. All the characters were well thought of and developed. Each character had their own personality and were well thought of. The cultural surroundings not only had me feeling I was there, in the story, but the cultural and historical reference also gave each character its foundation and credibility. It is not too often that I find books that have me thinking about them after I have closed the book for the evening or leaving me satisfied with what I have read, wishing there had been much more. This was a love story, a coming of age story, historical story, a thriller and just down-right entertaining. I loved it. It is one that I will include in my library. This is one author that I will now be on the lookout for future releases.
RedMtReader More than 1 year ago
I have loved many of Isabel Allende's books, such as "Portrait in Sepia," so was anxious to read "Island Beneath the Sea." While I learned quite a bit about the sad and difficult history of Haiti, the story dragged in parts. The writing wasn't as crisp as in prior books and the characters weren't as compelling or interesting.
Le_Frou More than 1 year ago
I am a Creole from New Orleans, this book touches me. I love the characters and the way the story is written. I couldn't put it down. Grab a nice glass of wine and enjoy!
GailCooke More than 1 year ago
For fans of television's popular series Law & Order S. Epatha Merkerson is a familiar name. However, although her six year stay as Lt. Anita Van Buren on that program brought her many accolades, it is only a small part of her resume. Raised in Detroit, Michigan, Merkerson was a dance major at Wayne State University until a friend asked her to come to attend the friend's drama class. It was there that she discovered what she truly wanted to do. So, after graduation she headed for New York City to carve out a career as an actress. It was not too long before her gifts were recognized - she earned a Tony nomination for best actress for her role in The Piano Lesson as well as the Drama Desk Award and the Helen Hayes Award. Television and screen roles followed. Many of us recall not only Merkerson's first-rate performances but her voice - a tad husky yet clear, resonant. Listeners will thoroughly enjoy her reading of Isabel Allende's spellbinding ISLAND BENEATH THE SEA. Set in the French colony that will later become Haiti and using the revolt of 1804 plus several historical figures in her narrative the multi talented author relates the story of Zarite, called Tete. Her life is a mirror in which we see reflected the horrors of slavery, and the brutality of the lives endured by those who worked on the sugar cane plantations. Tete is the mulatto daughter of a mother she never knew and a white sailor. When Toulouse Valmorain arrives in 1770 he intends that his visit will be brief. However, he inherits his father's vast holdings - plantations and hundreds of slaves. He buys Tete as his wife's slave little knowing how their lives will intertwine. Days are perilous during the slave revolt and although Tete hates her master she has borne him two children, so she escapes with him to New Orleans to protect her offspring. It is there in an entirely different world that Tete attempts to create a life for herself. As is her wont Allende has created complex, fascinating characters, unforgettable people whose lives have been caught up in situations not of their own doing. Tete' is a remarkable figure, struggling against almost insurmountable mores and odds. - Gail Cooke
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1770, with his father dying, twenty years old Toulouse Valmorain leaves France to take over Saint Lazare, the family plantation in Haiti. Over the next few years, Toulouse works hard and makes his slaves toil harder. He marries, and for his wife Eugenia of Spain, Toulouse buys a mixed racial child slave Zarite of Saint-Domingue, whose white father sold her into bondage. Toulouse directs mulatto courtesan Violette Boisier to mentor the young slave. Zarite, known as Tete, lives in trepidation as abuse is her norm. She finds some escape in African drum music and voodoo loas. Meanwhile, Eugenia is going mad but gives birth to a son Maurice. Toulouse soon rapes Zarite, leaving her pregnant; once the child he assumes is his is born he gives the bastard to Violette and her military husband to raise the kid though he allows Rosette to be a companion to his Maurice. The French expatriate is unaware that another slave Gambo, who escaped to join the resistance, is Rosette's sire. Led by Toussaint Louverture, a slave revolt occurs across the island; leaving Valmorain's plantation among others ruined. Gambo and Zarite helps him flee to Louisiana where his brother-in-law has bought him land. He frees Zarite as he promised, but tragedy continues to haunt them and their offspring. This is an excellent timely historical tale that brings to life slavery in the Caribbean and the United States. Well written though no profound generalities are drawn, the story line enables the reader to better understand the motives of slaveholders in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth century. Thus, the powerful characters, not just those prime players as included above, make Island Beneath the Sea a multi decade saga worth reading. Harriet Klausner
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mayrrz More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book, as I do all of the books she has written that I have read. I hope there will be more of her writing soon!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found the story compelling but and the last two hundred pages I could not put the book down, bur I agree with another revised.  I wish there had been a bit more effort onto character development and the ending was a bit of a let down.  
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One of the best books I've ever read !
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What an amazingly written story. This book touched so many emotions for me. This is one of the best books I've ever had the pleasure of reading. I read it in Spanish and the language was beautiful and descriptive. So great.
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You will not regret this purchase. One of my all-time favorites by this author.
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