This
is from a novel named Oronooko by a
17th century woman named Aphra Behn.
The style is a little dated but I thought there was a richness in the
language. The novel is set in the new
world in a region colonized by the Dutch and English named Surinam. Here she describes the people in terms of Edenic
innocence.
But before I give you the
story of this gallant slave, ’tis fit I tell you the manner of bringing them to
these new colonies; for those they make use of there, are not natives of the
place; for those we live with in perfect amity, without daring to command them;
but on the contrary, caress them with all the brotherly and friendly affection
in the world; trading with them for their fish, venison, buffaloes, skins, and
little rarities; as marmosets, a sort of monkey as big as a rat or weasel, but
of a marvellous and delicate shape, and has face and hands like an human
creature; and cousheries, a little beast in the me, and I gave them to the
King’s Theatre, and it was the dress of the Indian
Queen, infinitely admired by persons
of quality, and were inimitable. Besides these, a thousand little knacks, and
rarities in Nature, and some of art; as their baskets, weapons, aprons, etc. We
dealt with them with beads of all colours, knives, axes, pins and needles;
which they used only as tools to drill holes with in their ears, noses and
lips, where they hang a great many little things; as long beads, bits of tin,
brass, or silver, beat thin; and any shining trinket. The beads they weave into
aprons about a quarter of an ell long, and of the same breadth; working them
very prettily in flowers of several colours of beads; which apron they wear
just before them, as Adam and Eve did the fig leaves; the men wearing a long
strip of linen, which they deal with us for. They thread these beads also on
long cotton threads, and make girdles to tie their aprons to, which come twenty
times, or more, about the waist; and then cross, like a shoulder-belt, both
ways, and round their necks, arms and legs. This adornment, with their long
black hair, and the face painted in little specks or flowers here and there, makes
them a wonderful figure to behold. Some of the beauties which indeed are finely
shaped, as almost all are, and who have pretty features, are very charming and
novel; for they have all that is called beauty, except the colour, which is a
reddish yellow; or after a new oiling, which they often use to themselves, they
are of the colour of a new brick, but smooth, soft and sleek. They are extreme
modest and bashful, very shy, and nice of being touched. And though they are
all thus naked, if one lives for ever among them, there is not to be seen an
indecent action, or glance; and being continually used to see one another so
unadorned, so like our first parents before the Fall, it seems as if they had
no wishes; there being nothing to heighten curiosity, but all you can see, you
see at once, and every moment see; and where there is no novelty, there can be
no curiosity.
How
vivid and rhythmic is the prose, though she could have broken up into several paragraph. Behn
was the first woman professional writer in England. I will have more to say on this novel.
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