
As a child, Rachel could not imagine remaining on her tiny island of St. Thomas, restrained by the small minds, the rigid rules of her insular, Jewish community. She and her best friend, Jestine, dream of one day sailing off together to Paris, where they might have a chance at being able to defy the norms that women are restricted to, and have some control over their lives. Rachel’s defiant spirit is further fomented by her father, who has taught her to read and write and calculate figures so that she has an understanding of their family’s business. Even when Rachel appears to be following the rules, her indomitable spirit is ever percolating beneath the surface, leading her to follow her heart – sometimes to her benefit, and sometimes to her detriment.
This is a beautiful, fictionalized story of the life of the mother of Camille Pissarro, the famous Impressionist painter. We learn of her and her parents’ complicated relationship with their domestic workers and how this has impacted her upbringing, her world view, and, in turn, impacted the artist himself. Not every lie, every secret – especially on a small island such as this one – can stay buried forever.
The writing here is beautiful. If anyone can write color, it is Alice Hoffman. It is so easy, with her vivid descriptions, to imagine the blinding light of the island, the green expanse of the ocean, and the smoky sky of Paris. We imagine the paintings of Pissarro without even having to see them, the way he absorbs colors, taking in each new shade as if it is a new sweetness, a new flavor he must taste. The descriptions are mystical and atmospheric, elevating both the narrative of the story and the descriptions of the art, making both feel almost spiritual.
This is also a timely novel. The fears of the Jewish community of persistent persecution are evident as they huddle together, trying to remain as quiet and invisible to the outside world as possible. The Jews of St. Thomas in the 1800’s were mostly refugees from persecution in other places, whether Spain, Portugal, or other islands, where they had been captured and enslaved or worse. They were fearful of being oppressed once again and even though they were currently free, they knew how fragile that freedom was and how quickly it could be taken away – knowing that it had happened so many times in their past. Just as we are seeing now, worldwide, as antisemitism has risen astronomically over the past few years. Even here in the US, where we are supposedly “free.” Especially here in the US, where we are supposedly “free.”
I highly recommend this book – for the story, for the historical value, and for the pure pleasure of the imagery.








