Unconfessed


Publication Date: Sep 17, 2007

360 pp

Trade Paperback

List Price US $14.95
ISBN: 9781590512814


A PEN/Hemingway Award finalist

A fiercely poetic literary debut re-creating the life of an 19th-century slave woman in South Africa

Slavery as it existed in Africa has seldom been portrayed—and never with such texture, detail, and authentic emotion. Inspired by actual 19th-century court records, Unconfessed is a breathtaking literary tour de force. They called her Sila van den Kaap, slave woman of Jacobus Stephanus Van der Wat of Plettenberg Bay, South Africa. A woman moved from master to master, farm to farm, and—driven by the horrors of slavery to commit an unspeakable crime—from prison to prison. A woman fit for hanging . . . condemned to death on April 30, 1823, but whose sentence the English, having recently wrested authority from the Dutch settlers, saw fit to commute to a lengthy term on the notorious Robben Island.

Sila spends her days in the prison quarry, breaking stones for Cape Town’s streets and walls. She remembers the day her childhood ended, when slave catchers came — whipping the air and the ground and we were like deer whipped into the smaller and smaller circle of our fear. Sila remembers her masters, especially Oumiesies (“old Missus”), who in her will granted Sila her freedom, but Theron, Oumiesies’ vicious and mercenary son, destroys the will and with it Sila’s life. Sila remembers her children, with joy and with pain, and imagines herself a great bird that could sweep them up in her wings and set them safely on a branch above all harm. Unconfessed is an epic novel that connects the reader to the unimaginable through the force of poetry and a far-reaching imagination.



Excerpt from Unconfessed

“A gorgeous, devastating song of freedom that will inevitably be compared to Toni Morrison’s Beloved. But it deserves to stand on its own.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“Poet Christiansë (Castaway), born in apartheid-era South Africa and now living in New York City, channels the torturous history of South African slavery in her debut novel….Addressed primarily to the spirit of her deceased son, Sila’s absorbing, lyrical narrative is circular: she alternates between exhausted lament, seething rage and scripture-tinged poetic soliloquy…In the final pages, she movingly addresses ‘the daughters and sons of my generations’—those now living with slavery’s legacy.” —Publishers Weekly

“The story unfolds in fits and starts and reads like a confession to a soulmate. This stream-of-consciousness style gives readers an intimate if disturbing peek into the mind of a fierce 19th-century slave woman…Impossible to put down, this work deserves a place beside such classics as Toni Morrison’s Beloved and Edward P. Jones’s The Known World. Highly recommended.” —Library Journal (starred review)

“Little has been written about what it was like to be a slave in South Africa under the early white settlers. This debut novel tells it through the first-person, present-tense narrative of Sila, once a slave, now a prisoner on Robben Island off Cape Town in the 1820s….the history is authentic, and Sila’s brave, desperate voice reveals the vicious brutality as well as surprising discoveries of love and friendship.” —Booklist

“Breathtaking….Christiansë’s novel isn’t just a stunningly intimate, heart-wrenching history of slave life in Africa. Her protagonist’s furious yearning for freedom becomes a haunting meditation on love, loss and the stories we choose to tell in order to survive. Gorgeous and tragic, Unconfessed ultimately reveals a confession almost too terrible to bear and impossible to forget.” —People

“A compelling story and a remarkable book…Even at the novel’s conclusion, as Sila’s memories become more clear, the circumstances of how her son died are still equivocal. That makes the novel even more compelling; Sila’s story is far more powerful than abstractions like guilt vs. innocence or even slavery vs. freedom.” —Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

“Christiansë is able to create an enveloping air of mystery in her slow revelations of the specific nature of Sila’s crime and punishment. This mastery of suspenseful plotting shows in both the present action and the flashbacks…The pages of Unconfessed are full of powerful images of an institution capable of engendering horrendous evil; yet it is one that cannot entirely defeat hope and love.” —Uzodinma Iweala, New York Times Book Review

“[A] beautifully written historical novel.” —Ms. Magazine

“Much of the evocative novel is spun from the protagonist’s memory, which reveals the sad and powerful story of the life of a slave woman in the South African outback in the early 1800s.” —Ebony Magazine


1. Why do you think the author chose to shift from third person to first person narrative? What does this shift achieve?

2. Do you have any mental image of Sila? What kinds of detail emerge from her deeply introspective voice?

3. Do you have any mental images of the places that Sila lived in? Are there any small details help create these images in the absence of the kind of description that third person narrative would provide?

4. Can we trust Sila’s account of everything? Or are there moments when we believe her and moments when we doubt her?

5. What do you think Sila keeps secret, and why?

6. What does Sila say to her friend Lys that she does not say to her son, Baro?

7. What kinds of things does Sila say to Johannes that she does not say to Lys or Baro?

8. Why do you think Sila says nothing about the father or fathers of her children? Does it matter that she says nothing about them? Or are there clues as to who he/they might be?

9. Is Sila’s life ever open to something other than grief and rage?

10. What kind of humor does Sila have?

11. How and when does the tone and style of Sila’s language change?

12. Does Sila’s story make you want to know more about this moment in South Africa’s early history, and about slavery?

13. Do you perceive any differences between what you know of slavery in, say, the Americas, and the world that unfolds in Sila’s story?

14. Why would we be interested in yet another slave story? What does this book have to say that is different?

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Author’s Note

In 1825, the newly appointed Superintendent of Police for the Cape Colony discovered a slave woman languishing in the Cape Town goal. Sentenced to death on April 30 1823, Sila van den Kaap had not only survived, but also bore two children while in prison. What had she done to deserve death? And what moved the Superintendent to petition George IV for a full pardon on her behalf? Inspired by actual nineteenth century court records, Unconfessed moves from the Cape Town goal to Robben Island where Sila serves a commuted sentence of hard labor. On this low, wind-harried stretch of land, on which Nelson Mandela would later spend more than two decades, Sila breaks stones in the prison quarry, cleans the warden’s home, survives in the company of the few other women prisoners, especially Lys, and sings a fierce, sometimes maniacal, sometimes wickedly humorous love song to her dead son. He alone shares with her the deep privacy of what happened that Christmas Eve, and why for, in public, when asked to explain her act, Sila uttered nothing but one word: heertseer, or “heart sore.”

While court and other records give the “who” and “when” of Sila’s action, she herself remains locked in the anonymity of history’s silence. In the vacuum of any first person slave narratives in the Cape Colony, the founding settlement of what would become the Republic of South Africa, this novel is a fictionalized account of a vanishing woman.

In many ways this novel has emerged out of an accidental, and uncanny encounter – accidental because it was not what I had imagined myself working on, and uncanny because I came to be haunted by a powerful trace of this woman’s “voice”. The “accident” of my first encounter with Sila came while reading a memorandum between the Colonial Office in London and the colony’s Acting Governor in 1826. In the midst of bureaucratic demands and explanations, references to the need for new thatch for the prison roof, and for bushels of nibs, there she was, a woman who was supposed to have been hung three years earlier, but who was still alive. What did it take for someone, a slave, a woman, to survive a death sentence, and for three years? Why was she still alive, the Colonial Office demanded?

Intrigued, I put aside my larger project of attempting to answer a pressing question: Where are the direct, first-person slave narratives of the Cape Colony? What are the forms in which we may discern traces of self-articulation, and what conditions of possibility existed for such articulation? It has always been clear that the Cape Colony did not have any effective printing press, or one that was not controlled by the colonial government. As a result, the emergence of a literary tradition in the manner of slave narratives was not possible. Ironically, as my turning to Sila’s story was to confirm, it seemed that the most immediate records of self-articulation are those of criminal proceedings in which any case of self-articulation was immediately seized upon as an act of resistance to slavery.

That first encounter with Sila in the Governor’s memorandum took me years of summers and any other times I could get in the Cape Town archives, the British Library, and the Public Records Office in Kew. What pulled me? It was that trace, a single word that all of the official documents seemed unable to resist. That single word was the Dutch hertseer, which the Colonial Office translated directly into “heartsore.” Not “grieving” or “griefstruck”, but this forceful, corporeal, yet strangely nonexistent word, “heartsore.” It is the one real word that she utters when confronted with her crime. When the prosecutor outlines and demands that she confirm her act, she utters one phrase, “Yes, because I was heartsore.” Frustrated, he asks again, “Is it true, that on the night of …” The record shows just one word. It is that word, again, and only that word. The prosecutor is clearly silent, and silenced because the court transcript intervenes with a summary of what followed: “the witness was overcome.”

Unconfessed is Sila’s fierce love song to her son Baro. Like the public record, it is radically fragmented. This is the only form that would resist any narrative longing for a complete, consoling recuperation of the colonial record on my part and, perhaps, a reader’s.

—Yvette Christiansë