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Back in September I was asked by Lisa at Books on the Brain to take part in a virtual book tour for David Ebershoff‘s new book, The 19th Wife. Because I was flattered to be asked, and I would be getting a free hardcover copy of the novel, I agreed. I write for free books apparently.

The novel is part fictional autobiography of the infamous Ann Eliza Young the self-proclaimed 19th wife of uber-polygamist Brigham Young, the second president of the Latter Day Saints aka The Mormons, whose divorce from him attracted national attention and possibly led to the U.S. governments smack down on polygamy in Utah. It is also part murder mystery as Ebershoff attempts to tie Ann Eliza’s narrative to the plight of a modern day polygamy sect. In this narrative, a young gay man named Jordan is unwillingly drawn back into his family’s drama when his mother, a 19th wife, is accused of shooting his father in cold blood. 

In addition to the two main stories, a variety of sub-plots are tied together by supporting Ann Eliza’s depiction of the early LDS church as it is infected and then overtaken by plural marriage, and also by the various characters’ connections to the modern day Jordan and the sect in which he grew up and was ultimately ejected from as he reached manhood. There are side trips into the problems that plural marriage societies have caused today due to the banishment of young men and the perilous life of young women in these sects as well.

Where the novel works best is in its descriptions of what plural marriages did to the people involved and how it changed them. Its dim view of the effects of such adult relationships on children is quite well done. If there is a central message to be taken from the book, it’s that plural marriage is about the husband and everyone else involved – especially the children – are its victims.

Where the book slows or doesn’t work at all is with the sometimes rather lengthy side-trips that very minor characters are allowed to take that break the flow of the narrative. For example, Ann Eliza’s younger son is allowed to interrupt with a couple of long-winded letters to one of his mother’s biographers that are so off-topic I ended up skimming them. In fact, if I hadn’t committed to reviewing the novel, I would have skipped those sections entirely. There are also interruptions by Brigham Young himself via his sermonizing and a newspaper interview that slowed the story too despite his being a character of importance.

Because I love historical fiction, I found the tiny ways in which Ebershoff tied past and present together via family relations fascinating and well done, but I wondered if the average reader would pick up on them. For example, one of Ann Eliza’s biographers is also a great-great granddaughter who subsequently becomes involved with Jordan during his time investigating his father’s murder. It was a nice touch though it doesn’t really add to the story.

I found the characterizations very well done though sometimes it was the minor characters who would shine through more strongly and vividly than the two main characters of Ann Eliza and Jordan. Ann Eliza’s parents are each given a voice and are far better at spelling out the complexity of the plural marriage issue than either of the main characters. Sometimes I found myself wishing it was their story and not their daughter’s I was reading.

In the end, the murder mystery itself is not very compelling. I didn’t really care who killed Jordan’s dad because he was such a repellent person I couldn’t imagine anyone lamenting his death – not even Jordan’s mother, who is so thoroughly indoctrinated in the bogus idea of redemption through multiple marriage that she willingly abandoned Jordan when he was just fourteen and professes love of his father even though he’d cast her off for newer, younger women.

In the end it is the side-shows which make the novel such a good read, and it was a good read. I finished it in less than a week, devouring it a hundred pages at a time in some sittings. It is an ambitious undertaking and a timely topic. Even if a person doesn’t generally read history or its fictional equivalent, I still think he/she would enjoy this novel and recommend it to everyone.

If you would like to find out more about this book, check out the rest of his book tour here.


My daughter is just six but she has taken a curious interest in the presidential election, insisting on watching the news clips that her dad scans on his computer via a pundit site called TheZoo. She knows the names of the candidates and is sure that Obama will be the better president because 1) her parents thinks so and 2) John McCain looks grumpy and mean.

While we were in Iowa, she discovered that not everyone shares her parents’ political opinions.

“Mom, Nephew2 says that Orock Obama is going to steal our health care. I told him no he wouldn’t but he says yes.”

“Barack Obama will not be stealing our health care, honey. We are Canadians. And he can’t steal health care from Americans because most of them don’t have any to steal.”

Happily BabyD skipped off to inform her seven year old cousin that he was mistaken. 

Days later as we were in the limo on our way to Dad’s interment, Nephew2 felt it necessary to comment on the Obama yard signs we passed by shouting,

“Boobama! Boobama!”

BIL, his father, was in the front seat ignoring him but when questioned about his son’s right wing leanings he made a point of passing the buck.

“I didn’t teach him that. He learned it from Sean Hannity.”

Is it form of child abuse to allow your child to listen to Hannity?

For the rest of the week, BabyD fervently defended “Orock Obama” and Nephew2 just as admantly insisted that the health care of all America is in serious jeopardy. I guess this proves the old adage about not talking politics during family gatherings though I don’t think I have ever seen such young combatants in my life.


I am slogging away this week and until the 30th on my memoir which I am going to try to get published, but I can’t promise will ever see the light of day in the wider world. Immersed as I am, I will try to update you dear readers once a week as to my word count and progress.

Today, I would like to know how the first sentence (or paragraph, but please not the whole chapter) of your own memoir might read. Remember that your life has high and low points and has periods that are too boring for most people to be interested in, so it’s best to focus on time periods rather than whole lives. A life from beginning to present/end point are called “biographies” and as my husband reminded me – they are reserved for people who actually count in the historical record of the planet.

Therefore, pick a time period and begin. Here or at home with a link back.