House of Rougeaux: A Novel

House of Rougeaux: A Novel

by Jenny Jaeckel


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House of Rougeaux: A Novel by Jenny Jaeckel

For Abeje and her brother Adunbi, home is the slave quarters of a Caribbean sugar plantation on the Antilles Island of Martinique. Under the watchful eye of their African mother, the children thrive despite what threatens to break them. After a night of brutality changes their lives forever, it is their strength and extraordinary bond that carries them through. 
At the dawn of emancipation, Adunbi’s daughter Hetty finds her way to Quebec City as maid to the slave owner’s daughters. There she discovers a talent for piano and meets a bold saddler’s apprentice named Dax Rougeaux. After buying her freedom, Dax and Hetty join a growing community of Afro-Canadians living free. 
In moving prose, author Jenny Jaeckel creates a brilliantly imagined epic, weaving a multi-layered narrative that celebrates the Rougeaux family truimphs while exposing the injustices of their trials. As each new member of the family takes the spotlight, a fresh piece of the puzzle is illuminated until at last, after a span of nearly two centuries, the end brings us back to the beginning. 
In her debut novel, award-winning author Jenny Jaeckel masterfully blends coming-of-age, folklore, and historical fiction with explorations of gender, race, and sexuality, creating a wondrous tale of hope and healing. A relevant work of love, determination, and the many small achievements that make up greatness, House of Rougeaux draws a new map of what it means to be family.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781941203248
Publisher: Raincloud Press
Publication date: 04/24/2018
Edition description: None
Pages: 308
Sales rank: 1,297,459
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.10(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Jenny Jaeckel has worked as a translator, Spanish teacher, graphics teacher, and an editor. She is the author and illustrator of For the Love of Meat, Siberiak, and Spot 12. She lives in Victoria, British Columbia.

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Sitting here under this grand old tree, her skirts spread about her in a wheel. The blue cloth carries up the earth in light red dust and so the earth is part of her cloth. The children come. They lay their cheeks against it, now that they've had their midday maize. They cast their eyes up at her, waiting for a story.

A hot breeze stirs the long grasses and the broad leaves that shade them. It makes a whistling noise in the high arc of branches and hushes for a moment the whirring of the insects. She brushes those tender plump cheeks with her rough old fingers. She tells them of the one-eyed dog and the three-legged cat. The gourd that ate a man and kept him prisoner, until it rolled into the ocean and was broken by a sea-goddess. Of the sugar estate that grew people, the cloud boats, the toads that wore clothing, and many other things.

She has more than eighty years, she knows. Among her people few live even half as long as she. These little children are among the first born out of bondage. But as their mamans must work the fields, they still need Mémé Abeje, and so she goes on living.

Darkness lay close around the child, save for the light of the cooking fire and the canopy of stars.

"Abeje!" called Iya, stepping out of the hut and closer to the firelight. "Where is yourbrother?"

The little girl had been charged, for the moment, with looking after the cooking pot, but had become distracted, playing at throwing twigs into the embers. She stood up and pointed at the foliage that edged the Quarters.

"To-to, Ma'a," she said. Iya laughed, scooping up the child and setting her on her lap as she sat down at the fire. The boy had gone to pass water.

The boy returned and crouched beside Iya. He smiled up at her, showing the gaps where his milk teeth had newly fallen out.

To Abeje, Iya's face was the most beautiful thing. She and her brother Adunbi hardly saw her in daylight. Iya's arms wound around them and Abeje soaked up the humming her voice made, and her dry-grass smell every night before sleeping. When the fire was out and it was too dark to see, she reached up and touched Iya's face. Her fingers traced the two grooves on her broad cheeks. Each had two shorter grooves springing off to the side, like the sticks for threshing grain. The grooves were smooth, like river water carved into stone. These were the marks of her people.

Iya's voice was high and sweet like a bird. Every night she named the fire, and the children said after her, "Fire!" She named the cooking pot, and they cried, "Pot!" Iya named their feet, the ground, the food, and she named her two children, Adunbi and Abeje.

Adunbi already knew Iya's counting song, the one they sang with dancing fingers. Abeje followed the movements with her hands, stumbling over the words she longed to master. Each finger had a name in the song. The thumb was a fat man with a big belly. Iya said Adunbi had six threshing seasons and Abeje had four. Then Iya held the children on her lap, as she always did, and sang their other songs, quietly, to make them go to sleep.

This night, after they had eaten, Iya untied a corner of her sash and brought out a handful of colored stones and seashells. She got them while at the bay by the sugar estate when she and other women were helping bring in the shrimp and the conch. It was for Young Monsieur's wedding party, the conches for the feast. It was rare that any hands were spared from the cane fields, and even rarer for Iya to touch the Sea, or have anything pretty to bring them.

Abeje was entranced at once with the treasure hunt, and from then on searched for little stones all across the sugar estate. The older people laughed and said that she scratched and pecked like a hen. Now and then one of them would say, "Come, ptit," and slip into her palm a little gem that they themselves had found. Some stones were black, some yellow or white. Once Abeje found a shell in the dust of wagon tracks, far from its salt-bed of the Sea. She rubbed it against her dress, and under the red dust it was pink and smooth, with a blue line that spun a tight spiral on the top. Iya made small holes in the ground by the fire and showed the children a game with the stones, scooping them up and dropping them round and round, one by one like single drops of rain. They dropped Abeje's new shell there. They sang the words that were the names of numbers.

Abeje learned more than numbers. She learned that Iya was also once a child, and that when she was a girl, they stole her away from the Old Land, a place far away. Iya was carried over the Big Sea all the way to the Island, and so she was called a saltwater slave. There were other saltwater slaves on the sugar estate, but none spoke the tongue of Iya, and so she spoke it only to her two children. These were their first words, their language before they learned Creole.

Abeje loved Iya's stories about her village. It was not like the sugar estate. There Iya had her Iya and Baba and brothers and sisters, and though there were chiefs and elders, none were Monsieur nor slave. Abeje understood that in the village there were also a great many animals. There were plants and spirits. The animals spoke as people, and tricked or aided one another. Some were very silly and some very shrewd, some were brave and some too proud. Abeje supposed that it was a pack of wild dogs that had captured Iya near her village, and carried her off to their cruel béké King, and took her so far away from her home that she could never go back again.

Adunbi asked Iya one night, "Where is our Baba?"

Abeje stared at him. It had never occurred to her that they had a Baba. The vague form of a tall, broad man took shape in the back of her mind. She looked up at Iya, and then felt terribly afraid, because she saw tears start from her eyes, and spill down her cheeks to meet under her chin. Iya made not a sound, then at last she whispered, "Stolen away." The children did not ask her more.

Abeje's favorite story was about herself and her brother, and she asked Iya to tell it over and over again. In this story, Abeje was a baby and her brother was just weaned. She was playing at the edge of a cane field, when a snake dropped upon her from a clump of shrubs above. Adunbi took up a stick in his small hand and drove it away. Iya heard him shouting and ran to them. She found him shouting at the snake to keep away. He didn't want comfort, but raised the stick and threatened the snake, who was surely far away by then. Adunbi shone with pride when Iya told this story, and Abeje sucked in her breath so with admiration that it flew out again with a great "Pah!" Then they would all laugh.

Iya told Adunbi that Abeje was his to protect. They had no Baba to protect them, feed them, clothe them, teach them. All this Iya had to do by herself, with the crumbs from the Monsieurs' table. Adunbi nodded, his sister was his charge, his face so serious that Iyalaughed.

One day an older, light-sknned girl, Lise, took Abeje up to pull weeds in the kitchen garden of the Great House, saying that Marie was now old enough to work. But Lise was in a hurry and Abeje had to run to keep up. She kept her eyes on the dusty hem of Lise's skirt, and the feet that flashed out beneath, as they sped up the path.

Adunbi had gone to help two of the big boys with the pigs and the hens. In the garden of the House all who spoke to Abeje called her Girl or else they called her Marie. Her brother they called Guillaume. And so Guillaume and Marie followed orders and worked the long day, and then Adunbi and Abeje went to sleep at night with their Iya.

That first day Abeje felt so alone without her brother. She sat on her little heels in the dust between the rows of green plants, taking out the smaller plants Lise said were weeds. Abeje drove a sharp stick into the earth at the base of the little plants, as Lise had shown her, and pulled with the other hand at the stems. The roots tumbled out with a shower of soil, sending little insects scurrying, and the plants began to wither. She felt them shiver, as if each uttered the tiniest of cries when separated from the earth. She looked at the green strands laid over her palms, and said with a voice from deep inside, "Adu, the weeds are crying." And then, as if he were really there, she heard him answer, Never mind, Beje.

The second day Abeje discovered that she could still be with her brother, even when she was somewhere else. She knew it when a horse nipped her brother's finger, and when the groom, who was in charge of the barns and stables, boxed the ears of a boy next to Adunbi, for letting one of the pigs loose. And Adunbi knew things too, about Abeje, such as the fear that filled her when Lise came down the garden path in a blaze to gather broad beans for supper. Lise whispered to Abeje that Young Monsieur was angry again. Young Madame was ill from childbirth, that was the reason. Abeje and Adunbi didn't yet know why they feared Monsieur. Neither of them was ever close enough to him to even see the color of his hair.

Until their last night with Iya.

Abeje woke from sleep when the tread of heavy boots shook the ground. She had been dreaming. Lise was running down the garden path shouting, Young Monsieur is coming! Young Monsieur is coming! Now the silhouette of a man crowded the doorway of the hut. A lantern illuminated the strands of his hair. They stuck out from his head like straw.

The others in the hut stirred.

"I want the wenches up," said Young Monsieur.

The girls and women got to their feet, including Iya.

He held the lantern closer to them and then with his free hand pointed at Iya.

"Come out," he said.

Adunbi made to follow Iya but she hissed at the children in their language, "Stay here!" Abeje froze. Adunbi wrapped his arms tight around her, and though they could not see or hear her, they felt their mother. Abeje struggled to breathe, a hand had closed over her face, the sound of a heart beating thundered in her ears, and a monstrous flash of anger tore at her throat. It was Iya, her back arched, the muscles hardening like stone, and with all her strength she pushed away the heavy shoulders that bore down on her.

A brilliant pain.

A crash.

The sound of boots running off.

Abeje began screaming. The others in the hut flew out the doorway and many others ran by. There was fire from where Young Monsieur dropped his lantern, and soon many people rushed there to stamp it out.

"He has killed her!" someone shouted.

"Holy One!" wailed another.

"There is his knife!"

"Bring it to Monsieur, he will know who has done it."

"He will know it by its handle, the ivory."

Adunbi jumped up, pulling Abeje by the hand out of the hut. A cluster of men leaned over something and together picked it up, then hurried away in the direction of the Great House. Adunbi followed, and Abeje ran after him, her feet striking many wet places on the ground.

The crescent moon hung like a white blade in the black sky, cutting the path to the Great House, to the dooryard where clumps of flowers gave out a heavy, sweet smell that turned Abeje's stomach. She put her hands down on the earth and crouched low. She was conscious of more shouting, and then of large arms gathering her up, carrying her, a heart beating low, and long legs beneath, bearing her back in the direction of the Quarters.

The man who carried her brought her back to the hut and told her to stay there, but she became frantic.

"Ma'a!" she wailed, and wept so piteously that he begged her to quiet, until Adunbi appeared and held her again. The man went away, toward where people were still shouting.

"Shh, Beje," Adunbi said.

Finally when Abeje could speak she asked her brother where their mother was.

"She is sleeping," he said. "I saw them carrying her."

It was a very strange idea, that their mother should be sleeping at such a time, that Abeje nearly laughed. But then, as dread overcame her, she knew that everything was terribly wrong.

Now the people were going toward the Burying Place and Adunbi pulled Abeje's hand so they could follow. Adunbi pointed to a cluster of men laying something down and said, "Iya is there." Several others were busy digging a great hole in the earth.

Someone began singing and other voices joined in.

Back to the dust Coming over the mountains Like a crawling snake My heart is in a hurry My feet don't walk

Abeje clung to Adunbi, smelling the broken earth. She wanted to tell Adunbi to wake Iya, but she feared to upset him. Abeje stayed quiet, even when they laid Iya down in the deep hole, folded her arms across her breast, and covered her.

The people stood by, some sang, some wept and swayed. An old woman raised her hands up and declared, "Holy One deal with him!"

And all answered, "Hear it now."

The woman's eyes stayed on the sky, the last stars. Tears fell over her cheeks and she said, "Sister gone on, fly away to home." Abeje felt the wind whip her skin. She held tighter to her brother and felt his body shaking.

"Hear it now," said all.

"Mercy on her children ..."

"Hear it now."

Old Joseph came carrying a large clay cooking pot. Old Joseph had much grey in his hair, though his shoulders were still broad, and he was lame in one leg. He worked up at the stables grooming the horses, mending harnesses, and fixing carriage wheels. Abeje once heard the older people say that an overseer had made example of him for eating a piece of sugarcane, when he was young. Joseph never walked right after that. He had to swing the whole weight of the lame leg forward to take one step, and then jump forward with the other.

Now he raised the clay pot high into the air, and swiftly brought it down on a stone, where it broke into many pieces. One by one the people placed the shards onto the grave. The dawn came slowly. Abeje heard the tolling of the work bell, ringing as if this day were like any other. Soon she and Adunbi were left alone on the grave mound. They lay so still that vultures circled over. They could not be separated from that place.

By nightfall Abeje's mouth was so dry she couldn't swallow. Adunbi took her hand and they found their way back to the Quarters. As they crouched by a fire someone gave them a gourd of water. Someone else set a bowl of maize porridge before them. They looked up and saw Old Joseph. His mouth was set in a bitter line and the firelight glinted in his eyes.

"Nyam," he said, "eat." When they made no move toward the bowl, he said again "Eat!" so fiercely they dared not disobey. From that day on Old Joseph kept them by his side at the cooking fire, feeding them of his own meager rations. Others, when they could, gave them a bit of vegetable, salt-fish or potato.

Despite the care of the old man, in the time after Iya, the children were lost. Abeje waited for Iya to return, to wake at last from her earthen bed, but she didn't come and so the sun no longer rose. Abeje's terror grew and she began to see her brother behave in strange ways. His eyes, before so clear and bright, became clouded. His fresh, alert expression, confused. He sometimes sat in the hut at night, hugging his knees and rocking back and forth, or he wandered in circles around the cooking fire. Old Joseph could make Adunbi eat, but could not otherwise reach him. When Adunbi fluttered around the fire like a moth, Old Joseph would pat the ground beside him and say to Abeje, "Come, ptit. Come sit by." Abeje would creep toward him, to lean a little against his heavy side.

One day Lise brought Abeje with her to help carry a set of baskets to one of the barns, where some women were working. A bat came loose from the rafters and tried to attack them. The creature was mad, they knew because it came out in the daylight. It would sicken and kill anyone it chanced to bite. The bat flew frantically to and fro, circling in the rafters, hypnotizing Abeje until Lise dragged her outside by the hand. The bat was like Adunbi when he circled the fire, shaking his hands, not knowing where he went. At last the women beat it from the air with their brooms and buried it in a hole.

When Abeje woke in the night to find her brother sitting up and rocking, she threw her arms around his neck and cried. Slowly he would become still, his arms would unwind from his knees and encircle her instead, and no women came to beat him with brooms.

Now and then when Adunbi was away, and when she was not pulling weeds at the Great House, Abeje still looked for colored stones. She began to venture into a little grove of shrubs and trees near the Quarters, wondering what lay behind that green curtain. It was a different place. The plants were unlike those in the Great House garden, where the green things grew tame and limp, and unlike the cane fields where the cane stalks bent together in the wind. The shrubs and trees and vines of the Grove grew in a great mix-up, threading roots and branches together with leaves that rattled or caught pools of water or pierced other leaves with spines. Birds hopped and called and argued like women. Insects hummed and bore tiny trails.

Abeje liked to sit among the shrubs with the small golden flowers. There was something about them that reminded her of Iya, her dry-grass smell. One day Abeje collected a handful of the tiny flowers. She brought them to her nose and sniffed them, longing for Iya. As the smell faded she began eating them, crushing the golden petals and the green hearts with her teeth, tasting a sourness on her tongue. When the flowers were gone she looked for more, even though they had begun to burn at her throat, pricking like pins in her belly, and making her sleepy. Soon she forgot them and wandered away, toward other flowers.


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Table of Contents


Abeje 9

Nelie & Azzie 81

Rosalie 93

Martine 131

Hetty 159

Guillame 191

Eleanor 225

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House of Rougeaux: A Novel 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
SherriWarner 6 months ago
This novel seems to have something of everything and will appeal to a wide variety of readers young and old with its lovely literary prose and interesting characters in their respective historical periods. I was impressed with seamless narrative transitions from character to character, and while I’m not usually a fan of dense ‘telling’ narrative prose with little dialogue for stretches, it didn’t bother me here much as I enjoyed Ms. Jaeckel’s skillful word-play and the way that the characters did a solid job of progressing the storyline through time. Always found myself reading for longer than I planned to, as there was never a good place to just “stop”. This is good too. This book will have wide ranging appeal, and I can see fans of family drama and historical fiction and literary fiction gobbling it up.
JhonniP 6 months ago
to be honest, it took me some time to get into this book, and at first I wasn’t really sure where it was going…after the intriguing beginning (with Aberje) it seemed to move into a slower period that really lacked energy for me. But then the more I read the more I got into it, and then by half way I was totally hooked. Jenny Jaeckel did an admirable job at creating some really dynamic characters and bringing the past to life in a way where we feel like we really know them all personally. This is more ‘character” and “idea” driven than action-driven, but there are some crazy things that happen to shift the course of their lives in different ways. I was so curious to see how it would all come together in the end and it did – in a way. This book is not without its weak spots (as is the case with most) but I appreciated that it wasn’t all flash with no substance – the author touches on some very deep and profound subject matter here that I thought was discussed in a way that was engaging, respectful, but also real…shows a different side of history, and people if you will. Overall very well done and I’d recommend this without hesitation. Recommended for mature teens on up.
BenjisMom 6 months ago
3.5 stars I am of somewhat mixed feelings on this novel, “House of Rougeaux” by Jenny Jaeckel. On one hand it is incredibly beautifully written with some of the most intriguing characters I’ve read in a long time. I loved how we really get to experience each of their different lives, connected through the bonds of family lineage, and see the evolution of the times. But on the other, sometimes I felt almost like this book was too much at once, and seemed to lose focus of the arc and kept going off in different directions just when I was starting to really become invested. I feel like it would have been better for me if it were more chronologically streamlined, and with a clearer overarching theme connecting them all, with fewer subplots (and secondary characters). But that is just my opinion, other people may disagree. I just like to feel like I’m reading 1 book at a time, and with this one I sometimes felt like I was reading 3. But it is a good, original story, beautifully written and I can see people liking it.
BrendaMax 6 months ago
4.5 stars I will be the first to say that “House of Rougeaux” wouldn’t be my normal type of read (I’m more of a fantasy and sci-fi gal) but I’ve been wanting to read more out of my comfort zone lately and expand my tastes… the premise and sample looked interesting so I thought I’d give it a chance. I’d so glad I did! It was far more exciting and emotionally engaging than I would’ve guessed, and I found myself flipping the pages as fast as I could to see what would happen. I was totally wrapped up in the drama and felt sucked into the characters’ lives, (especially Abeje, but I enjoyed Eleanor and Hetty’s and the others story as well…), but I liked how the chapters (sections) showed the different perspectives from different characters so we really get a well-rounded view of the whole story as it passes through time on a personal level in a way that is more character-centered than a typical historical-book. Beautiful writing, and I’d like to read more from Jenny in the future.
TabithaP1 6 months ago
I had a great time reading this novel by Jenny Jaeckel. It is an ambitious family drama spanning several generations and different countries. The writing itself was excellent; however, I do think it was too wordy at times (too much purple prose for my liking) and needed more consistent tension or higher stakes throughout. Things just “happen”. Then something shocking or bad (or good) ‘happens’. Then we go to a different character’s life – sometimes it is later, sometimes earlier. It lacked a cohesive, intimate feel that I prefer in these types of books. But I liked the different ‘relationship’ angles that helped to shed some light on the lives of these women during the time and different places… so many of these books simply focus on just a romance or some major historical event—and those are here too—but it just has much more of an emotional journey with the backdrop of personal drama against the current social/cultural conditions of the time. It is profound, provocative and eye-opening, and I was impressed with the way that Jenny infused these authentic, flawed characters with a very readable and entertaining storyline –it seems like she’s really done her homework, as the historical and cultural detailing was wonderful.
essieh 6 months ago
this book grabbed me from the opening pages and didn’t let go until the very end. It is rare to find one that keeps my attention all the way through, but this one did. I was totally caught up in the whirlwind of events from Martinique to Canada and even Philly and New York, and how it connected to events in the all characters’ lives, leading back to the first one we meet, “Abeje”. Nothing lights my fire more than heart-wrenching relationships and great stories about real people overcoming adversity and showing their fortitude through their struggles that we can all relate to, and I liked the ‘healing’ gift these women have – I think it’s more figurative than literal, but adds an interesting dimension. If I had some complaints, it was that it was a tad hard to follow at some parts because it almost seemed too slow paced at certain times and I thought some key events or revelations were almost glossed over and lost some emotional impact. There was a fair amount of dense narrative that I think would have been better pared down some (or cut out). But it is an interesting voyage through history with some extraordinary women. I literally could not put it down during the last 30% or so and was pleased with the ending. Recommend to fans of historical drama
Darla_Ortiz 6 months ago
This is a really good piece of historical fiction and I am almost at a loss for words to describe the range of the emotions I experienced while reading it. I wanted to hug Abeje, and hated what happened to her and her brother. But for me what stands out is the strength of the characterizations and it is really the characters’ relationships with each other that really ‘tell the story’. So powerful on so many levels and Jaeckel is fearless when it comes to tackling topics with respect, and exploring issues like master/servant, homosexual and interracial relationships and making the characters really come alive in these pages. I felt such a deep connection to them, and even though I know it’s a fiction novel you know that a lot of it is true – a reflection of life in the times they lived in. It was easy to sink into and I found myself just wanting to read more… and more… and more… we really live in these different times in history just by experiencing the lives of these incredible characters who are so true to life and authentic, yet unlike any I’ve met before. Great job.
SamRyan 6 months ago
very, very, very good. It’s not often that I start reading a book and it consumes me right away and forces me to re-prioritize my life for a little while. “House of Rougeaux” by Jenny Jaeckel is *not* a quick or light read by any stretch…. There are too many important events and separate experiences here to rush over. Ms. Jaeckel takes her time in carefully developing the various facets of the different life stories as seen through the eyes of some amazing women over several generations… I liked her writing style very much, very descriptive and with beautiful word choice that borders on the poetic at times. But she isn’t shy about putting her characters in tough and challenging situations and I quickly found myself completely lost in this world she recounted night after night. I was moved at so many things I read – this is a book that will get inside your heart and rip it out at times, that is how it was (is) for women and people of color and that is why a book like this is so important. But it isn’t dark and heavy, I loved the music element and also the suggestion of the ‘supernatural’ psychic talents. Was almost disappointed when I was done, but I certainly enjoyed my time reading it.
MarcellaGonz 6 months ago
this is an amazing book that far surpassed my expectations in several ways. Each scene was very well described, evocative, and had such a mesmerizing literary flow that made it so enjoyable to read – even when reading rough scenes. There is a lot of narration, but never a “boring part” where you get bored or want to skip ahead… in fact almost the opposite with the interweaving plotlines and characters, and going from one time and place to the next. Some people may have a hard time keeping it all straight, and I would have preferred more of a direct focus that was more clearly connected step by step. But when we reach the end it is easier to see how the whole puzzle fits together nicely. To me the most powerful part was the beginning with Abeje’s story - some of the atrocities described nearly brought a tear to my eyes. Of course we all know how awful slavery was, but here it really hits home the cruelty and no one is spared the pain, not even little children. And even though the story moves around, we always feel as if we are experiencing their lives in real time. Funny how some things are just as applicable today as they were 150 years ago! Lots of intense conflict and some surprising turn of events that will break your heart – but also some remarkable women who will inspire you.
SteffyC 7 months ago
Make no mistake, “House of Rougeaux” is definitely a epic, unforgettable read, and one that will connect with readers due to its far-reaching plotlines and characters whom you grow to love and root for through their own sagas. This book covers so many topics, yet it all fits well together in a unique blend of family, life (all the good and bad), and historical drama. The book itself was fairly even-paced, and flowed well but it is definitely more on the ‘literary’ side – but the thing I particularly liked was how we really felt like we were part of the story as it unfolded, instead of it just being narrated to us, on the outside looking in. We feel like we are a part of the book and each of the characters’ experiences. It was a bit of an emotional rollercoaster at times and there are just so many elements to this book, it is truly on an epic scale. But despite the shifting timelines and protagonists, it doesn’t get too convoluted, and all came together to create a fresh-feeling book that was out of the ordinary and kept me entranced throughout. This is a standalone title (not part of any series) but if Ms. Jaeckel ever writes more like this, I’d love to read it!!
GillianH 7 months ago
4.5 stars I’m a huge fan of historical fiction/ family sagas/ literary dramas and read them all the time. Unfortunately, after a while many of them start to feel the same, like many authors (especially new ones) are using the same recycled formula over and over again. But I like trying out new authors and thought the premise of “House of Rougeaux” sounded interesting. I liked that it had the historical and cultural elements that I don’t see often (never read anything about slavery in Martinique – actually never knew it had it!) but read like it was based on lives of characters who feel so real -it’s like a mix of fact and fiction. But while I fully admit I didn’t have the highest hopes going in…well, consider me blown away! I read the entire thing in just a few short nights, quite a feat considering how long it is and that I have no free time! Jenny Jaeckel is a natural writer, and I was hooked in by the way she weaved so many fascinating characters and twisted storylines together to create a wholly addicting story down until the final, heartwarming conclusion where it all comes around full circle. It was mostly evenly paced, but I wish there was more dialogue and less narrative at times (as beautiful as the prose is). The different main characters each bring something special to the table, but some of the supporting cast felt a bit thin. Truthfully I thought the best part was the first ‘book’ with Abeje and her life… the story progresses to show the different lives of her descendants in different times and places – and they are all good, I just liked the more historical ‘flavor’ of that section and seeing what her life was like as a young slave girl. A nicely-crafted, thought-provoking read that is different from much out there ,and I’d be happy to read more from Ms. Jaeckel in the future. Recommend for fans of literary historical fiction/family drama.
AprilDawn 7 months ago
"House of Rougeaux” by Jenny Jaeckel is a brilliantly, powerful- written historical fiction novel with some of the most interesting and compelling situations and scenes I’ve read in some time, and I liked how each of the different characters – Abeje, Eleanor, Hetty and the rest all had their own unique ‘stories’ and set of circumstances. Their humanity and strength and courage really shine through in different times and places, giving us a candid look into a way of life that you don’t really see very often. An important, relevant story, excellently- written, with perfect editing and ties together well at the end in a way that will make you want to read it again.
CodyBCB 7 months ago
"House of Rougeaux” by Jenny Jaeckel is hands down one of the more riveting and fulfilling books I’ve read in this genre in a while. I was engaged from the very first pages (which sets the stage for the Abeje’s background, where she comes from) and this provides the necessary historical context for the rest of the book to follow with regards to the different characters who carry on her ‘line’. I thought that Jaeckel’s descriptions of the different characters and her attention to detail on all fronts was impressive and always felt believable and authentic, no matter where we are – from abusive slavery on an island sugar plantation in mid-1800’s, to a prestigious New York music conservatory. Even if Jaeckel takes creative liberties with some of the characters – which is perfectly acceptable in historical fiction, she captures the essence of the different time periods – attitudes, rules and laws, and treatments of slaves and of women – revealing many important truths that only come when looking at the bigger picture. It was a intoxicating and eye-opening escape from my own reality as we are thrust into the past and become attached to these characters and are emotionally invested in their fates as well—which isn’t always what you think (or hope for). It is deeply upsetting and sad at times, and Jaeckel holds no punches in telling it how it is –But there is an inspiring message of strength and hope and survival. Fabulous writing and flawless editing throughout. Recommend.
Laeljeanne 10 months ago
After a glimpse into her future as a leader of her people, this family saga opens with the childhood of the great Obeah, Meme Abeje, who lives to see the official end of slavery in her homeland of Martinque, and her niece Hetty’s migration to Canada, where she becomes an abolitionist with husband Dax Rougeaux. After a quick (and confusing) foray into the future of the Rougeaux family in the mid-1940s, Hetty’s granddaughter Eleanor brings the story full circle, when she visits Martinique to honor her Obeah great-great aunt at the end of the 19th century. Jaeckel explores the far-reaching tentacles of slavery affecting the progeny of a slave under a softer yoke of oppression: blame placed on a woman raped, children given away in their best interest, and lack of freedom as free blacks. With a strong sense of family, the Rougeaux are tested with secrets against social mores and pass, as sexual orientation is accepted, as a child is accepted, as his mother is accepted. All are loved, a testament to family ties and sense of self that goes back to Abeje’s mother Iya, who kept her children’s African names even as French masters christened them with western ones that meant nothing to her. Abeje and Eleanor’s stories bookend the novel and stand out from the others in their similarities, a free black just as enslaved by society as her ancestor. I was fortunate to receive this wonderful book through a Goodreads giveaway.