Customer Reviews

African Queen: The Real Life of the Hottentot Venus

5 star:		(4)
4 star:		(2)
3 star:		(3)
2 star:		(1)
1 star:		(0)

 

 

The Hottentot Venus exhibit--promising to present a rare African woman from the Hottentot region for public view--opened in London in 1810 to an expectant audience waiting to see the new curiosity otherwise known as Saartjie ("Saar-key") Baartman. Saartjie's skills as a performer combined with her particularly large buttocks and allusions to her supposedly extended labia only added to the exhibit's appeal to rich (white) Londoners.

According to Rachel Holmes, author of "African Queen: The Real Life of the Hottentot Venus," Saartjie Baartman is one of South Africa's most widely known historical figures. Everyone in South Africa knows Saartjie's name and story.

Born in 1789, Saartjie was illegally transported to England by her master Hendrik Cesars, a free black, and Cesar's employer military doctor Alexander Dunlop. Once in London, Saartjie debuted as the Hottentot Venus. Singing and dancing and generally exhibiting herself in "tribal" attire before fashionable Londoners in the audience, Saartjie was, Holmes writes, "got up like a fetish and a showgirl." It also helped that Lord Granville, a well-known politician of the time, had a large posterior similar to Saartjie's. Thanks to this combination of otherness and entertainment disguised as scientific curiosity, Saartjie became England's most well known black entertainer of her time.

Her fame covered the darker fact that Saartjie was "literally a scientific object," Holmes said. This fact was painfully obvious after her death in 1815 when renowned French scientist Georges Cuvier supervised Saartjie's dissection. Her skeleton, brain, genitals and full plaster casts of her body remained in the collection of Paris' Museum of Natural History until 2002 when they were returned to South Africa for a proper burial.
In the 189 years between her death and burial, Holmes says, Saartjie became a "living ancestor" in South Africa, "a representative figure in the struggle for women's equality in South Africa." This book tells all of the story, the glamorous and dark aspects of Saartjie's life. The prose flows well and is written simply, making the book a quick and informative read.

When Holmes came to Saartjie's story she "literally had bare bones" and a variety of scientific documents from which to start her research. Unable to read or write, Saartjie was in many ways a slave during her years of performing. While many offered theories on how Saartjie must feel (abolitionists tried to persuade her to attend bible school and return to Africa; Saartjie refused in favor of promised wages and return passage at the end of six years abroad), "no one asked for her opinion." Holmes does a good job here of imagining what Saartjie might have said if asked. The book includes a lot of inference on Holmes' part, but not enough to make the story ring untrue.

"African Queen" is Holmes' second biographical work (her first was "Scanty Particulars," which tells the story of James Barry--a British doctor who was likely a woman, or hermaphrodite, living as a man). Holmes says that she chooses to write historical and biographical works because "truth is always more curious than fiction."

She also felt compelled to tell the stories of those who did not have a hand in writing history, namely the people who were not privileged, literate or otherwise empowered during their lives. These ideas of fact and fiction converged when Apartheid ended in South Africa, giving citizens the opportunity to "uncover our history and unravel the fictions that were sold as reality," Holmes says.

Writing "African Queen" took five years, including extensive research in South Africa and Europe. When asked how she found all of her material--describing the experiences of a woman who was never interviewed and who left behind no personal writings--Holmes said, "If you work hard enough you can go back two hundred years. You can find the information."

In the absence of first hand accounts, Ms. Holmes does a lot of speculating on what the life of the "Hottentot Venus" was like, both in Africa and in Europe. Given that Ms. Baartman could not read or write, it is unfortunate that we hear very little from any of the other players in this drama, either. Instead, the author tells us how she imagines people felt and what she thinks they thought. The inclusion of more specific factual information, even from outside the immediate story, and less speculation, would have made this book more enjoyable to me. I found the topic interesting, but the book was not very satisfying.

The casual reader might be put off by the slow start -- the author has to establish the historical base and lay out many details, BUT once into the story it quickly gets to the heart of the matter, exploitation, de facto or otherwise, of a black African female. Not a pretty topic, but when it's handled as it is here by a sympathetic writer it becomes a fascinating story and a memorial to the heroine, Saartjie Baartman.

The subject matter (the sad tale of Saartjie Baartman, a well-endowed African woman put on British and French freakshows as the "Venus Hottenot" whose gelueteus is exploited to the maximus) has been discussed by the other reviwers. Therefore, I would like to commend the author for her excellent use of primary sources in the telling of this story. We see shockingly crude cartoons mocking Saartjie's buttocks (often comparing her with Lord Glenville, a forgotten british statesman with a comparatively large derriere) and giving her a ridiculous pidgin English that she obviously didn't speak. We read from the handful of known interviews with her as welll as trial transcripts (as her exploiters are taken to court). This combined with Nelson Mandela's recent efforts to get her reburied with dignity in her native South Africa all make for a compelling story and good written history.

This book should be required reading for the modern rumpmistresses who thoughtlessly shake their gleuteus to the maximus on the likes of BET and MTV.

This is a light, short history of the "Hottentot Venus," a fascinating figure as others have described in their excellent reviews.

I only wanted to add that, in my opinion, the book does not do justice to the figure.

First, I think the author is somewhat out of her depth, particularly as it relates to tying together colonialism, slavery, African relations, sexuality and other issues swirling around this amazing woman.

Admittedly these are huge and complex topics, but the author's half-hearted and glancing efforts just don't do the trick and she might have been better off just sticking with a straight biography.

Secondly, the writing is below-par for books of this kind, and you just never feel a building narrative or even personal connection to the many people involved in manipulating, enabling, and profiting from this tragic person.

In sum, I'm glad I read the book as I knew nothing about the Hottentot Venus, but I think a better, more comprehensive treatment still lies out there.

I discovered this story thru an email regarding a U-Tube video. I was shocked that I never heard this story before. After reading this book it open my eyes to history that was lost and forgotten until recently. The author gave life and honor to Saartjie Baartman. This is a moving and thoughtful document on slavery and exploitation. Unfortunately the exploitation of women of color still exist today. For anyone who is a history buff this book is for you. I recommend it to anyone who is intrested in women's study.

Gives yet another look into the dark chapters of the African Human Experience.

Read an article in the Washington Post about this book so I decided to order it. I was not disappointed. Very interesting read.

This book was so poorly written I kept expecting a monotone voice from a documentary to start narrating. No "meat" to the story. It just drownded on and on about the exploitation of this African woman mainly because her behind was so huge. It was truly a waste of time to read and barely kept me awake, even with a cup coffee.

This book was okay. I didn't find it gripping by any means. It is moderately interesting.