From there the story moves on to other people on the island, both native and visitors. It is a strange tale, dealing with indigenous beliefs and superstitions meeting the European traditions. But it turned out to be another beautifully written book which left no significant impression on me. I can’t quite put the finger on why or how, but I had a hard time concentrating on the 208 pages. I guess I just get lost in the prose.
I became curious about this book after reading about it in Wild by Cheryl Strayed; it was one of the books she read on the Pacific Crest Trail.
I have another similar book, the Tea Lords by Hella S. Haasse, and I’m hoping that one will be better, because it’s interesting to read literature from the former Dutch colonists.