A Respectable Trade

A Respectable Trade

by Philippa Gregory

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ISBN-13: 9780743272544
Publisher: Atria Books
Publication date: 01/09/2007
Series: Historical Novels Series
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 512
Sales rank: 365,038
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Philippa Gregory is the author of many bestselling novels, including The Other Boleyn Girl, and is a recognized authority on women’s history. Her work has been adapted for the screen in The Other Boleyn Girl movie and the critically acclaimed STARZ miniseries The White Queen and The White Princess. Her most recent novel is The Last Tudor. She graduated from the University of Sussex and received a PhD from the University of Edinburgh, where she is a Regent. She holds two honorary degrees from Teesside University and the University of Sussex. She is a fellow of the Universities of Sussex and Cardiff and was awarded the 2016 Harrogate Festival Award for Contribution to Historical Fiction. She welcomes visitors to her website, PhilippaGregory.com.

Hometown:

Yorkshire, England

Date of Birth:

January 9, 1954

Place of Birth:

Nairobi, Kenya, East Africa

Education:

B.A. in history, Sussex University, 1982; Ph.D., 18th-century popular fiction, Edinburgh, 1984

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A Respectable Trade

Chapter One

Mehuru woke at dawn with the air cool on his outstretched body. He opened his eyes in the half darkness and sniffed the air as if the light wind might bring him some strange scent. His dream, an uneasy vision of a ship slipping her anchor in shadows and sailing quietly down a deep rocky gorge, was with him still.

He got up from his sleeping platform, wrapped a sheet around him and went quietly to the door. The city of Oyo was silent. He looked down his street; no lights showed. Only in the massive palace wall could he see a moving light as a servant walked from room to room, the torch shining from each window he passed.

There was nothing to fear, there was nothing to make him uneasy, yet still he stood wakeful and listening as if the coop-coop-coop of the hunting owls or the little squeaks from the bats that clung around the stone towers of the palace might bring him a warning.

He gave a little shiver and turned from the doorway. The dream had been very clear -- just one image of a looped rope dropping from a stone quayside and snaking through the water to the prow of a ship, whipping its way up the side as it was hauled in, and then the ship moving silently away from the land. There should be nothing to fear in such a sight, but the dream had beendarkened by a brooding sense of threat that lived with him still.

He called quietly for his slave boy, Siko, who slept at the foot of his bed. "Make tea," he said shortly as the boy appeared, rubbing his eyes.

"It's the middle of the night," the boy protested, and then stopped when he saw Mehuru's look. "Yes, master."

Mehuru waited in the doorway until the boy put the little brass cup of mint tea into his hand. The sharp, aromatic scent of it comforted him. There had been a stink in his dream, a stink of death and sickness. The ship that had left the land in darkness, trailing no wake in the oily water, had smelled as if it carried carrion.

The dream must mean something. Mehuru had trained as an obalawa -- a priest, one of the highest priests in the land. He should be able to divine his own dreams.

Over the roofs of the city, the sky was growing paler, shining like a pearl, striped with thin bands of clouds as fine as muslin. As he watched, they melted away and the sky's color slowly deepened to gray and then a pale misty blue. On the eastern horizon, the sun came up, a white disk burning.

Mehuru shook the dream from his head. He had a busy day before him: a meeting at the palace and an opportunity for him to show himself as a man of decision and ambition. He put the dream away from him. If it came back, he would consider it then. It was a brilliant cream-and-white dawn, full of promise. Mehuru did not want such a day shadowed by the dark silhouette of a dreamed ship. He turned inside and called Siko to heat water for his wash and lay out his best clothes.

In the Bristol roads -- where salt water meets fresh in the Bristol Channel -- the slaving ship Daisy paid off the pilot who had guided her down the treacherously narrow Avon Gorge and cast off the barges that had towed her safely out to sea. She put on sail as the sun rose and a light wind came up, blowing from the west. Captain Lisle drew his charts toward him and set his course for the Guinea coast of Africa. The cabin boy had laid out a clean shirt for him and poured water for him to wash. He poured it back into the jug, holding the china ewer carefully in grubby, callused hands. It would be two months at least before they made landfall in Africa, and Captain Lisle was not a man to waste clean water.

Cole and Sons,

Redclift Dock,

Bristol.

Monday 15th September 1787

Dear Miss Scott,

I write to you Direct on a delicate matter which Perhaps should best be addressed to his lordship. However, since I have not Yet his lordship's Acquaintance, and since you indicated to me that you have to make your Own Way in the World, perhaps I May be forgiven for my Presumption.

I was Delighted to meet you at my Warehouse when you applied for the Post of governess, but your Family Connexions and own Demeanor convinced me that I could Never think of You as an Employee of mine. It was that Realization which prompted me to draw the interview to a Close.

I had an idea Then which I now Communicate to you: Namely that I wish that I might think of you as a Wife.

Some might say that as a Bristol Merchant I am overly Ambitious in wishing to Ally myself with your Family. But you say Yourself that your circumstances do not permit the Luxury of Choice. And tho I am in business -- "in Trade" as I daresay his lordship might say -- it is a Respectable Trade with good prospects.

You will be Concerned as to the House you would occupy as my wife. You saw Only my Warehouse apartment, and I assure you that I am moving Shortly, with my Sister, who will remain living with Me, to a Commodious and Elegant house in the best Part of town, namely Queens Square, which his lordship may know.

As to Settlements and Dowry -- these certainly should be Arranged between his lordship and myself -- but may I Assure you that you will find me generous if you are Kind enough to look on my Proposal with favor.

I am Sensible of the Honor you would do me, Madam, and Conscious of the Advantage your connexion would bring me. But may I also hope that this Proposal of mine will Preserve you from a lifetime of employment to which your Delicate talents and Aristocratic Connexions must render you unfit?

I remain, your most obedient servant,

Josiah Cole.

Josiah sprinkled sand on the letter with a steady hand and blew it gently away. He rose from his chair and went to the high window and looked down. Below him were the wharves and dark water of the Redclift Dock. The tide was in, and the ships were bobbing comfortably at the dockside; a steady patter of sound came from their rigging, rattling in the light, freezing wind. There was a heap of litter and discarded bales on the Coles' empty wharf, and mooring ropes were still coiled on the cobbles. Josiah had seen his ship Daisy set sail on the dawn tide. She should be at sea by now, with his hopes riding on her voyage. There was nothing that he could do but wait. Wait for news of Daisy and wait for the arrival of his second ship, the Lily, laboring slowly through the seas from the West Indies, heavy with a cargo of sugar and rum. His third ship, the Rose, should be loading off Africa.

Josiah was not by nature a patient man, but the job of a merchant in the trade with only three little ships to his name had taught him steadiness of purpose and endless patience. Each voyage took more than a year, and once a ship had sailed from his dock, he might hear nothing from her until she returned. He could do nothing to speed her, nothing to enrich himself. Having provisioned and ordered Daisy and watched her set sail, there was nothing to do but wait, gazing down at the rubbish slopping on the greasy water of the port. The distinctive smell of his ships -- fearful sweat and sickness overlaid with heady alcohol and sugar -- hung around the dockside like an infected mist.

Josiah's own clothes were lightly scented; the hair of his wig and his hands were impregnated. He did not know that throughout Friday's interview with Miss Scott she had been pressing her handkerchief to her face to overcome the acrid smell of the trade, overbearing in his little room above the warehouse and never stronger than when a ship was in dock.

He glanced at the letter in his hand. It was written very fair and plain, as a man of business writes when his orders must be understood and obediently followed. Josiah had never learned an aristocratic scrawl. He looked at it critically. If she showed it to Lord Scott, would he despise the script for its plain-fisted clarity? Was the tone too humble, or was the mention of the Queens Square house, which he had not in any case yet bought, too boastful?

He shrugged. The stubborn ambition that had brought him so far would carry him further -- into social acceptance by the greater men of the city. Without their friendship he could not make money, without money he could not buy friendship. It was a treadmill -- no future for a man. The greater men ran the port and the city of Bristol. Without them Josiah would forever cling to the side of the dock, to the side of the trade, like a rat on a hemp rope. Miss Scott and her uncle, Lord Scott, would open doors for him that even his determination could not unlock...if she so desired.

Frances opened Josiah's letter and reread it for the tenth, the twentieth time. She tucked it into the pocket of her plain gown and went down the vaulted, marble-floored hall to his lordship's study. She tapped on the door and stepped inside.

Lord Scott looked up from his newspaper. "Frances?"

"I have had a reply," she said baldly. "From the Bristol merchant."

"Has he offered you the post?"

She shook her head, pulling the letter from her pocket. "He makes no mention of post or pupils. He has offered me marriage."

"Good God!" Lord Scott took the letter and scanned it. "And what do you think?"

"I hardly know what to think," she said hesitantly. "I can't stay with Mrs. Snelling. I dislike her, and I cannot manage her children."

"You could stay here...."

She gave him a quick, rueful smile, her pinched face suddenly softening with a gleam of mischief. "Don't be silly, uncle."

He grinned in reply. "Lady Scott will follow my wishes. If I say that you are our guest, then that should be an end of it."

"I do not think that I would add to her ladyship's comfort, nor she to mine." Her ladyship and her three high-bred daughters would not welcome a poor relation into their house, and Frances knew that before long she would be fetching and carrying for them, an unpaid, unwanted, unwaged retainer. "I would rather work for my keep."

His lordship nodded. "You're not bred to it," he observed. "My brother should have set aside money for you or provided you with a training."

Frances turned her head away, blinking. "I suppose he did not die on purpose."

"I am sorry. I did not mean to criticize him."

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. Her ladyship would have fluttered an embroidered handkerchief. Lord Scott rather liked his niece's lack of wiles.

"This may be the best offer I ever get," Frances said abruptly.

He nodded. She had never been a beauty, but now she was thirty-four, and the gloss of youth had been worn off her face by grief and disappointment. She had not been brought up to be a governess, and her employers did not treat her with any particular consideration. Lord Scott had found her her first post but had seen her grow paler and doggedly unhappy in recent months. She had replied to an advertisement from Cole and Sons thinking that in a prosperous city merchant's house she might be treated a little better than in the country house of a woman who delighted to snub her.

"What did you think of him as a man?" he asked.

She shrugged. "He was polite and pleasant," she said. "I think he would treat me well enough. He is a trader -- he understands about making agreements and keeping them."

"I cannot write a contract to provide for your happiness."

She gave him her half-sad, rueful smile. "I don't expect to be happy," she said. "I am not a silly girl. I hope for a comfortable position and a husband who can provide for me. I am escaping drudgery, I am not falling in love."

"You sound as if you have made up your mind."

She thought for a moment. "Would you advise me against it?"

"No. I can offer you nothing better, and you could fare a lot worse."

Frances stood up and straightened her shoulders as if she were accepting a challenge. Her uncle had never thought of courage as being a woman's virtue, but it struck him that she was being very brave, that she was taking her life into her own hands and trying to make something of it.

"I'll do it, then," she said. She glanced at him. "You will support me?"

"I will write to him and supervise the contract; but if he mistreats you or if you dislike his life, I will not be able to help you. You will be a married woman, Frances; you will be his property as much as his ships or his stock."

"It cannot be worse slavery than working for Mrs. Snelling," she said. "I'll do it."

yyy

Mehuru, dressed very fine in an embroidered gown of indigo silk and with a staff in his hand carved with Snake, his personal guardian deity, strolled up the hill to the palace of Old Oyo with Siko walking behind him.

It was yet another full meeting of the council in two long months of meetings. The alafin -- the king -- was on his throne, his mother seated behind him. The head of the military was there, his scarred face turning everywhere, always suspicious. The council, whose responsibility was for law and enforcement throughout the wide federation of the Yoruba empire, was all there; and Mehuru's immediate superior, the high priest, was on his stool.

Mehuru slipped in and stood at the priest's shoulder. The debate had been going on for months; it was of such importance that no one wanted to hurry the decision. But a consensus was slowly emerging.

"We need the guns," the old soldier said briefly. "We have to trade with the white men to buy the guns we need. Without guns and cannon, I cannot guarantee the security of the kingdom. The kingdom of Dahomey, which has traded slaves for guns, is fast becoming the greatest of all. I warn you: They will come against us one day, and without guns of our own we cannot survive. That is my final word. We have to trade with the white men for their armaments, and they will take nothing from us but slaves. They will no longer buy gold nor ivory nor pepper. They will take nothing but men."

There was a long, thoughtful silence. The alafin, an elected monarch, turned to the head of the council. "And your view?"

The man rose to his feet and bowed. "If we capture our own people, or kidnap men from other nations, we will be ruined within a generation," he said. "The strength of the kingdom depends on its peace. A nation that trades in slaves is in continual uproar, making war on individuals, on other nations. And we will never satisfy the white men's need for slaves. They will gobble us up along with our victims."

He paused. "Think of our history," he continued persuasively. "This great nation started as just one town. All the other cities and nations have chosen to join with us because we guarantee peace and fair trading. We have to keep the peace within our borders."

The king nodded, and the queen, his mother, leaned forward and said something quietly to him. Finally he turned to the chief priest, Mehuru's superior. "And your final word?"

The man rose. His broad shoulders, thickened by a cape of rich feathers, obscured Mehuru's view of the court and their serious faces. "It is a sin against the fathers to take a man from his home," he began. Mehuru knew that his vote was the result of months of meditation and prayer. This was the single most important meeting that had ever been held. On it hung the future of the whole Yoruba nation, perhaps the future of the whole continent of Africa. "A man should be left free with his people unless he is a criminal. A citizen should be free."

Mehuru glanced around. The faces were grave, but people were nodding.

"It is a sin against the earth," the chief priest pronounced. "In the end it all comes back to the earth, the fathers, the ancestors, and the gods. It is a sin to take a man from his field. I say we should not take slaves and sell them. I say we should protect the people within our borders. They should be safe in their fields."

There was a long silence. Then the king rose to his feet. "Hear this," he said. The old women who had the responsibility for recording decisions of the council leaned forward to hear his words. "This is the decision of the council of the Yoruba kingdom and my command. Slave trading with white men of any nation shall cease at once. Kidnap of slaves within our borders is forbidden. There shall be no safe passage for white men or their agents when they are on slaving hunts. Other trade with the nations of white men such as gold, ivory, leather goods, brassware, and spices is allowed."

There was a murmur of approval, and the king seated himself again. "Now," he said with an ironic smile, "we have the policy -- all we have to do is to enforce it while black slavers hammer at our western borders and white men's ships cruise up and down our coastline in the south."

Mehuru leaned forward and whispered to the high priest. The man nodded and rose to his feet. "The Obalawa Mehuru has made a suggestion," he said. "That we of the priesthood should send out envoys to the country and the towns to explain to the people why it is that we are turning away from this profitable trade. Already some cities are making handsome fortunes in this business. We will have to persuade them that it is against their interests. It is not enough simply to make it illegal."

The king nodded. "The priests will do this," he said. "And we will pass the orders down to the local councilors, from our council down to the smallest village." He shot a little smile at Mehuru. "You can organize it," he said.

Mehuru bowed low and hid the look of triumph. He would travel to the far north of the Yoruba kingdom; he would speak in the border towns and convince people that slaving was to be banned. He would serve his country in a most important way, and if his mission was successful, he would make his name and his fortune.

"I am honored," he said respectfully.

Copyright © 1995 by Philippa Gregory Ltd.



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INTRODUCTION
Description
The devastating consequences of the slave trade in 18th-century Bristol, England, are explored through the powerful but FORBIDDEN attraction of well-born Frances Scott and her Yoruban slave, Mehuru. Bristol in 1787 is booming, from its shipping docks to its elegant new houses. Josiah Cole, a small dockside trader, is prepared to gamble everything to join the big players of the city. But he needs ready cash and a well-connected wife.
An arranged marriage to Frances Scott is a mutually convenient solution. Trading her social contacts for Josiah's protection, Frances enters the world of Bristol merchants and finds her life and fortune depend on the respectable trade of sugar, rum, and slaves.
Into her new world comes Mehuru, once a priest in the ancient African kingdom of Yoruba. From the opposite ends of the earth, despite the enmity of slavery, Mehuru and Frances confront each other and their needs for love and liberty.

DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
1. What is Mehuru's role in his African tribe? To what extent do his gift of prophecy and his linguistic abilities enable him to endure the hardships of the middle passage and his enslavement in England?
2. "We can never leave the Trade. It is the only thing we know." How do Sarah Cole's attitudes about the trade and the risk involved in her family's shipping business compare with those of her brother, Josiah? To what extent do Sarah's views prevent her from welcoming her sister-in-law, Frances, into the family?
3. Before Frances meets the slaves she is to instruct in English, she says: "I have taught children, but they were human children. I wouldn't know how to teach niggers." Based on the statements made by slaves, their owners, and abolitionists, describe the range of racial views held by the inhabitants of 18th-century Bristol.
4. Why do Frances and Josiah allow Sir Charles Fairley's to rape one of the female slaves? What do they have to lose by refusing his request? What do they have to gain by looking the other way while he commits his sexual assault?
5. Why does Josiah wish to ally himself with the Scott family through his arranged marriage to Frances? What does such an alliance represent to the society figures of Bristol? To what extent are Josiah's naïveté and unchecked ambition responsible for his being cheated by fellow members of the Merchant Venturers?
6. Why does Mehuru's involvement in the abolitionist movement threaten Frances? To what extent does Mehuru qualify as a radical in his efforts to gain his freedom from his owners? Why didn't he try to escape during one of his nighttime expeditions to the coffee house?
7. "Only a free man can give his friendship. If you wish us to be friends I have to be free. Anything else is slavish devotion — it means nothing." Why does Frances wait until her death to set Mehuru free? What would his freedom represent to her in her lifetime?
8. "Maybe one day there will be a world where a man and a woman like us might love each other, d'you think?" Is the romance that develops between Mehuru and Frances challenged more by their different social stations as slave and owner or their different racial backgrounds? To what extent is the "forbidden fruit" aspect of their love responsible for the undeniable intensity?
9. Why does Frances Cole conceal her pregnancy from Mehuru and choose to reveal the baby's paternity to her physician and her slave, Elizabeth? Why do you think Philippa Gregory chose to end the novel at such a dramatic moment?
10. To what extent do you see the end of A Respectable Trade as a tragedy? In what ways does it represent a victory for Mehuru? How did this ending affect your appreciation of the story as a whole, and what kind of future do you envision for the interracial son born to Frances and Mehuru?

Introduction

INTRODUCTION

Description

The devastating consequences of the slave trade in 18th-century Bristol, England, are explored through the powerful but FORBIDDEN attraction of well-born Frances Scott and her Yoruban slave, Mehuru. Bristol in 1787 is booming, from its shipping docks to its elegant new houses. Josiah Cole, a small dockside trader, is prepared to gamble everything to join the big players of the city. But he needs ready cash and a well-connected wife.

An arranged marriage to Frances Scott is a mutually convenient solution. Trading her social contacts for Josiah's protection, Frances enters the world of Bristol merchants and finds her life and fortune depend on the respectable trade of sugar, rum, and slaves.

Into her new world comes Mehuru, once a priest in the ancient African kingdom of Yoruba. From the opposite ends of the earth, despite the enmity of slavery, Mehuru and Frances confront each other and their needs for love and liberty.

DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

1. What is Mehuru's role in his African tribe? To what extent do his gift of prophecy and his linguistic abilities enable him to endure the hardships of the middle passage and his enslavement in England?

2. "We can never leave the Trade. It is the only thing we know." How do Sarah Cole's attitudes about the trade and the risk involved in her family's shipping business compare with those of her brother, Josiah? To what extent do Sarah's views prevent her from welcoming her sister-in-law, Frances, into the family?

3. Before Frances meets the slaves she is to instruct in English, she says: "I have taught children, but they were human children. I wouldn't know how to teachniggers." Based on the statements made by slaves, their owners, and abolitionists, describe the range of racial views held by the inhabitants of 18th-century Bristol.

4. Why do Frances and Josiah allow Sir Charles Fairley's to rape one of the female slaves? What do they have to lose by refusing his request? What do they have to gain by looking the other way while he commits his sexual assault?

5. Why does Josiah wish to ally himself with the Scott family through his arranged marriage to Frances? What does such an alliance represent to the society figures of Bristol? To what extent are Josiah's naïveté and unchecked ambition responsible for his being cheated by fellow members of the Merchant Venturers?

6. Why does Mehuru's involvement in the abolitionist movement threaten Frances? To what extent does Mehuru qualify as a radical in his efforts to gain his freedom from his owners? Why didn't he try to escape during one of his nighttime expeditions to the coffee house?

7. "Only a free man can give his friendship. If you wish us to be friends I have to be free. Anything else is slavish devotion — it means nothing." Why does Frances wait until her death to set Mehuru free? What would his freedom represent to her in her lifetime?

8. "Maybe one day there will be a world where a man and a woman like us might love each other, d'you think?" Is the romance that develops between Mehuru and Frances challenged more by their different social stations as slave and owner or their different racial backgrounds? To what extent is the "forbidden fruit" aspect of their love responsible for the undeniable intensity?

9. Why does Frances Cole conceal her pregnancy from Mehuru and choose to reveal the baby's paternity to her physician and her slave, Elizabeth? Why do you think Philippa Gregory chose to end the novel at such a dramatic moment?

10. To what extent do you see the end of A Respectable Trade as a tragedy? In what ways does it represent a victory for Mehuru? How did this ending affect your appreciation of the story as a whole, and what kind of future do you envision for the interracial son born to Frances and Mehuru?

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A Respectable Trade 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 52 reviews.
lynnelondon More than 1 year ago
A bit hard to read because of how the author shows the way the slaves were treated, but very well written. Excellent book.
NolaGirl83 More than 1 year ago
The book has great imagery and a good story line, however if you have a hard time readying about slavery or any such kind of issue. I would suggest you either toughen up and prepare yourself for things you might not like, or pass this book over. I had a hard time reading at parts I can tug at the heart strings, and yet there is a sweet love story and a growth of humanity in the era of early slave trading.
MKMar More than 1 year ago
Phillipa Gregory is one of my favorite authors and she doesn't disappoint in this saga of the slave trade in Britan and those who profited from it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book kept me reading but it was kind of slow. I liked parts of it, because they were most likely true on how people were handled back in the beginning days of slavery. It was hard to read how people were treated but it was most likely pretty accurate. I felt like the book was working up to a big ending and I don't feel there was one. All in all I would recommend this book to someone.
DeborahMO More than 1 year ago
This was a very intersting book. I had never read a book about the slave trade before. This author always writes in a way that you can visualize the scenes you are reading about very easily. I recommend this book to anyone who likes to read historical fiction.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the first book i have read by this author and I was not impresssed. Not only was it predictable but at parts unbelieveable. (But you will see it coming) A lady of means marries a poor merchant and not for love, really! She runs away from governess work but is willing to trap herself into a marraige with a man she met once because she thinks her Aunt is tired of her. Really! The husband is a fool to think she will bring himanything but trouble. No page turner here.
DianeJeanne More than 1 year ago
The attitudes and relationships between Africans imported to England as slaves and the various classes of white society in England is explored at many levels. Though many knew that the slave trade was horrific and intrinsically wrong, they continued it for economic reasons and endeavored to convince themselves that their actions were justified. Love intervenes between a well bred married white woman and her highly intelligent African slave which breaks all the morays of the culture so is kept secret from the white society. The efforts of a common trader to break into the upper ranks of the merchant trade is made difficult by deceit and deception by many. You will gain an appreciation for the culture of the time in England and it's colonies as well as an appreciation for the progress that has been made since then.
Simbabi More than 1 year ago
I was only able to finish this book because i had nothing else to read. This book did keep me reading though. I would recommend it as an African i found this book slightly disrespectful. I felt like Muhuru (i forgot his name) seemed quite flat and the book was quite predictable.
ReadingGalNJ More than 1 year ago
This novel is astonishing!!! It pulls you in takes a harsh look at history. Ms. Gregory's writing pulls you in, makes the characters jump off the page & wakes up all your senses. I felt empathy, sympathy, & joy for well rounded figures that you never wanted to see go.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of her greatest so far Along with With Her Boleyn Novels If your like her writing style you may also enjoy novels by Libba Bray novels as well
RIF222 More than 1 year ago
If you like this authors other books, you will enjoy this one also. Historical and thought provoking. Characters were well developed.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Phillipa Gregory is truly a great researcher and brings history alive in all of her works. A Respectable Trade tells a tale of the mid-nineteenth century English slave trade through the lead characters of a slave trader, his wife and a slave. The excitement of the history being described in the book is somewhat diminished by poor character development and weakness of plot. The feelings and actions of the characters are not well developed as in the Tudor series by Ms. Gregory in which it is the characters who create the history by their very nature. In this book, it seems as if the the characters were developed, not to support the story, but to add some sexual spice somewhat apart from the story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love all of philippa gregory's historical novels. She is an excellent writer and, from what i have read, an excellent researcher. If only history was presented in school as clearly and simply as gregory's books, it would have been my favorite subject. In 'a respectable trade,' gregory makes british slave trading so vivid as to make the reader (at least this reader) cringe and even arouses anger at the extreme cruelty of a so-called civilized society's attitude and behavior.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i enjoyed this novel immensly.mainly because the more i read the more i assured myself that Ms. Gregory had written another amazing novel after her less than steller recent works(Earthly Joys, Virgin Earth, and the Constant Princess), because in my opinion those did not showcase her wonderful writing style. but in A Respectable Trade i was excited to find a new subject--swaying away from Englands royal families--and one that has touched generations of people. the characters were relatable and the details were easily picked out. and as an added bonus the plot never faultered or veered of course. i highly recommend it, especially if you're one of her die hard fans
amandacb on LibraryThing 7 months ago
I agree that the "romance" really ruined this book. It was unbelievable and trite.
mandolin on LibraryThing 7 months ago
Phillipa Gregory does a wonderful job of showing you the horrible world of slave trading and the divisions in society. At times I had to stop reading because I was overwhelmed with horror at what was acceptable behavior for the time. It's a great book and well worth the read. Would be perfect as a book club choice.
lindymc on LibraryThing 7 months ago
Not as enjoyable to read as Gregory's other novels. An impoverished "lady" marries beneath herself, to assure her future. Josiah is a small-time trader in Bristol, dealing some in the slave trade. Francis' job as his wife is to teach a group of slaves to speak English and learn how to be proper house servants. Francis falls in love with Mehuru, a very intelligent, cultured African nobleman - now her slave. Explores the politics and culture of slavery in late 18th century England. From this book I learned of William Wilburfurce who led the fight as a mamber of parliament to abolish the slave trade.
sonyaseattle on LibraryThing 7 months ago
While I love Philippa Gregory's storytelling, this was my least favorite of her books. The story is compelling, but I found it to be a little overdone. The ending leaves too much unfinished, almost as if a sequel had been planned but never written. I was never able to sympathize with the main character; she went from uncaring to passionate in what seemed a very artificial way, without much insight into what caused the change. Even though I tore through the book in just two days, I was disappointed when I reached the last page.
mesmericrevelation on LibraryThing 7 months ago
I can't believe I read this back in 2008. This is another book I can't stop thinking about. I love Philippa Gregory's Tudor series and have read every single one (except for The Other Queen which I will read soon). I went into this book with high expectations, and I wasn't let down. It's not as good as her Tudor series, but it's still amazing.
eljabo on LibraryThing 7 months ago
Words can't describe how annoying this book was (although I'm willing to try). I like Philippa Gregory a lot - she reminds me of a historical Jackie Collins. In general, her books are smutty and fun. (Although I'm glad she got the incest out of her system early in her career, 'cause that was a tad creepy.) If this book was JUST historical fiction, it would've been trashy, a bit melodramatic and pretty dang fun to read. However, Ms. Gregory had to make it a romance too, which ruined it. I wasn't surprised by the plot since the romance was featured prominently on the back cover blurb. I just felt if Frances (the slave trader's wife) was going to go against her society norms and shake off every prejudice she had ever been taught, she needed a little wooing from the object of her affection! At least have him wear some skintight pants and sweat a lot while doing a manly task like woodchopping. (That's how Harlequins do it.) Instead, Mehuru (the slave) walked in the room for about the 7th time in the book and the two were suddenly deeply in love. It was so abrupt (and so odd) I kept checking the page numbers to make sure I hadn't missed some important clue as to what the heck was going on.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love Philippa Gregory - well researched and well played out. I was sad at the end; it made me cry
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Story was compelling and heartbreaking but the topic of slavery was too graphic for my taste
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