A really good historical fiction read always makes me go and do some further research on my own, and this book was no exception. And while I could never have the time to really comb the depths of it all, I do feel like I have a greater knowledge of Joseph Smith, Brigham Young, The Mormon Church, and Utah.
I do still have a lot of questions about the so-called holy underwear though.
Ebershoff, who also wrote the beautiful, The Danish Girl, has a lovely way of storytelling and the interweaving of past and present was riveting. I think most of us "Gentiles" are amazed at how any religion could so control its followers. Is it a cult? Aren't all religions on some level? Is polygamy just about sex and procreation or is it much bigger? And when religion seems to rule the regional vicinity, is there any other law?
These are only a few of the questions proposed by The 19th Wife. Which, the name alone, is tricky. How many wives do polygamists actually have? Nobody seems to really know, and THAT is only part of the mystery.
Hell, this book even made me miss the awesome HBO show, Big Love.
The truth is, as a people, we've always been infatuated with the over-infatuation of collecting wives. Oh, and the infatuation of same-sex couples. And whether or not and how babies are conceived. Huh. When you get right down to it, is that all people are really interested in when it comes to religious doctrine? Sex parts and birth control?
This book made me also give thought to my own feelings about Mormon missionaries, who I've had little experience with but do have opinions on. I used to see those clean white kids out on their bikes and actually feel a little respect for them. I'd comment to my husband that it was good that they were out pursuing their truth and serving their church. He vehemently disagreed because he disagreed with what those beliefs were. I kinda think now he was right.
I also used to have a young missionary who doggedly pursued me once she realized I was a captive stay-at-home mother with a new baby. I thought I was humoring her and then realized she was working very hard at me to be a new convert. I felt very deceived by her, but really, wasn't I the naïve one? Her job and role were very clear. I felt like I was placating her, but really, I was encouraging her to continue in her conversion of me.
I guess the upshot is that it's all very complicated. Marriage. Religion. Beliefs. History. There's always more than one side and more than one way. I guess that's why a lot of people, myself included, who choose to not participate in one or most of those endeavors. How can you blame them/us?
And sheesh, if it were reversed, who could tolerate more than one husband?