In “The Prophets,” a trailblazing debut novel from 2021, Robert Jones Jr. wrote about two enslaved young men who became lovers in 1830s Mississippi. Jones brought intense depth of feeling and insight to his characters, his women in particular.
In “The American Daughters” the central characters are enslaved women (this time in 1860s New Orleans), and Maurice Carlos Ruffin likewise displays great sensitivity toward his heroines.
While Jones favored flights of imaginative fancy and the interjection of ancient stories, Ruffin mostly sticks to a compelling story, well told.
The novel’s triumph is protagonist Ady. Born into slavery, she’s about 7 when she and her mother, Sanite, are sold off from a plantation to work in the townhouse of wealthy New Orleans businessman John du Marche, who abuses them verbally, sexually and physically.
Ady’s mom, who was not born into slavery, has other ideas. Sanite sees to it that Ady learns to count and read, promising her that “one day you’ll be free, and you can’t be forgetting who you really is.” She imprints the feeling of freedom on Ady by bringing her on walks through the colorful city to buy provisions for the townhouse.
Amid the melting-pot hurly-burly, Ady sees that not all Black people are enslaved: “The only thing that dazzled the innermost reaches of Ady’s ... heart more than watching the Free Negroes act audaciously Free were the ships at port.”
A harrowing escape into the Louisiana wilderness ends badly for mother and daughter. When Sanite dies of yellow fever, Ady, still a teenager, is returned to New Orleans and her master.
Sneaking off for long walks, she encounters a Black-run inn and its magnetic proprietor, a well-to-do, free Black woman named Lenore.