Canaan's Tongue

by John Wray

Book Overview

From the acclaimed and prizewinning author of The Right Hand of Sleep ("Brilliant . . . A truly arresting work"-The New York Times Book Review), an explosive allegorical novel set on the eve of the... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1400040868
• ISBN13: 9781400040865
• Release Date: May 2005
• Publisher: Knopf Publishing Group
• Length: 341 Pages
• Weight: 1.55 lbs.
• Dimensions: 1.3" x 6.7" x 9.6"

Customer Reviews

Mini-Review of John Wray's dark novel

A month ago, I offered a review of John Wray's book, "Lowboy." I was so taken with the unique character of his writing that I immediately carved out time to read one of his earlier works, "Canaan's Tongue." I was even more impressed with my second taste of Wray's story telling. This tale is told in a very different voice - or rather, symphony of voices - than the voice Wray used in "Lowboy." Imagine a blend of Faulkner and Mark Twain, with a twist of Dickens' Pickwick Papers, and you will have a good idea of the feel that the writer creates in painting a vivid group portrait of a motley group of rogues - all toiling under the dubious leadership of "The Redeemer." Set before and during the Civil War, the narrative follows the misadventures of a gang of horse thieves and slave traders. Based on the real historical character, John Murrell and his disciples, Wray's tale shines a light on the dark underbelly of American life on the Mississippi as the sun was setting on the era of slavery. The introduction of elements of Jewish Kabbalah add an aura of mysticism to the proceedings. Let me share two brief excerpts to allow you to taste Wray's original and wry literary style. In this portion of the story, the protagonist, Virgil Ball, is about to open the hatch on the hold of a slave ship that is transporting scores of slaves on the Mississippi River: "When the bolt slid open the sound stopped short, leaving a sudden vacancy in the air, as though a piano-wire had snapped. A humid silence met me as I raised the hatch, broken only by a rasping - or a wheezing, better said - in the far corner of the hold. The smell of piss and sweat and excrement seized me by the throat and commenced to wring the breath out of me slowly. A step-ladder extended two rungs downward, perhaps three, before vanishing into darkness. The stench and the dampness and a steady tightening of my bowels, as though in anticipation of a blow, were all there was to tell me I was being watched by two-score pair of eyes." (Page 99) This final passage sets the scene for a climactic encounter with a prisoner the gang has captured and immured in the basement of their lair: "My last day at Geburah begins softly, Virgil says. I've been sitting in the lampless parlor half the night when the house-door sighs open, delicate as hackled lace. A moment later Parson flutters by. He glances into the parlor as he passes, shading his eyes, but he fails to see me slumped over in the dark. He moves down the hall. The cellar door opens, then shuts, and I draw in a breath. I rise from the settee more carefully than a spinster. A draft curls about my shins, leafy with the smell of coming rain. Something is going to happen. It sits like a clot of river-bottom in my throat. Parson is quiet as dust on the cellar steps but he can't keep them from creaking subtly as he descends. His oversight has given me an advantage over him, the first in our long acquaintance, and I'm determined not to let it pass. I steal li

Grotesquerie abounds!

Man, this book is slammin'! It shines amidst the young-upper-middle-class-male-with-a-sex-perversion stuff which young authors seem deadset on producing these days. It is really close to perfect. Why, one might ask? Because it is everthing a novel should be: riveting, moving, mindblowingly well-written, with wonderful, lovingly crafted characters, and most important of all, I think, copious nodding to those who have come before (also lacking these days), ie---Poe, Faulkner, McCarthy (mini-Faulkner), and maybe a even a little Les Murray, for this Wray fellow is a poet of the highest order. Do read.

Canaan's Tongue

Literary historical fiction, ostensibly about slave-stealers during the Civil War. But really about belief and its pitfalls, mysticism that cannot entirely be explained away, and the choice that America during the Civil War was on the verge of making. Canaan's Tongue features one appealing character and others who are fascinating (like snakes). At times it's darkly humorous and at other times beautiful or grotesque. As historical fiction, it succeeds in taking no account at all of modern beliefs or politics (thankfully). At the same time, it can be interpreted as an indictment of the "modern civilization" that was to come -- where everything becomes the Trade. I think this is a great novel that has somehow slipped into the world without much fanfare. I highly recommend it.

An Excellent Novel

CANAAN'S TONGUE is easily one of the Ten Best novels of 2005; one of the Very Best of the last ten years. John Wray is a wonderful writer with a keen sense of language, character, and history.

THE BEST BOOK I HAVE READ THIS YEAR

The excitement I got from reading this novel reminded me of the first time I read a book by Cormac McCarthy, or Garcia Marquez, or even early Steven King. It's just unforgettable. Like the writers I've mentioned, Canaan's Tongue creates a world that looks a lot like ours, a world that convinces completely but at the same time is deeply strange and unsettling. I read in an interview that Wray wanted to write a book that commented on America today--sort of like a fairy-tale, but also like a political cartoon--and maybe that explains the bizarreness of some parts of the narrative. Except this book is way too creepy to be a political cartoon. I read it in about two days, and I really felt somehow altered when I finished the last page. Unbelievably powerful writing!