In the Shadow of 10,000 Hills

Whether you’re looking for a fulfilling novel, a transporting reading experience, or a great book club discussion book, choose Jennifer Haupt’s debut. In the Shadow of 10,000 Hills portrays interweaving journeys in the aftermath of the Rwandan genocide with a sensitivity and universality that make the unbearable bearable. It’s the story of an American daughter’s journey to find the father who abandoned her; the saga of an orphanage before, during, and after the carnage; and the tragedy of neighbors slaughtered by neighbors followed by the uneasy miracle of survivors living together again. It’s an epic of hearts broken, scars healing, and the everyday and extraordinary choices people have to make. The characters’ individual strength and the unbelievable community will live on in your memory. Brace yourself, open the cover, and allow yourself to be transformed.

They say we are the sum of our experiences. And, although my preference for reading over math has never been a secret (sorry, math nerds) I entirely believe this to be true.

When reading, I find it so much easier to meaningfully connect with characters with whom I share some digits in the otherwise distinctive equations of our lives.

Oddly, though I may outwardly appear dissimilar to the characters that populate In the Shadow of 10,000 Hills, the events that shaped me are quite parallel to those that impact the protagonist of this moving Jennifer Haupt novel.

While this book is about many things, the spine of the tale is the protagonist – Rachel’s – search for her father, Henry, a man who abandoned her and her mother when Rachel was quite young.

(And I low-key love that his name is Henry, because it made me think of “What a Girl Wants” constantly #Afirthianado)

Since her father’s difficult-to-understand-especially-for-a-child disappearance, Rachel has wondered about him on numerous occasions. But as she undergoes the rigors of bedrest, preparing for the birth of her first child, the frequency of these thoughts increases exponentially.

To child Rachel, his departure confusing.

To adult Rachel, it’s incomprehensible.

Sitting in her bed, six months pregnant, she already feels such a bond to the little life kicking around inside of her.

How could her father, who she thought cared about her, walk away from everything – including her?

If Rachel had proceeded through her pregnancy and gotten her happily ever after, the thoughts about her father would have probably remained just that – fleeting notions in her brain that didn’t produce any real action.

But, when she experiences a late pregnancy miscarriage she, quite understandably, falls into deep despair.

With the loss of her pregnancy, her once-certain future is rocked and she is left with more questions than answers. While only time will provide the certainty about her future that she needs to truly heal, she can seek resolution to the unanswered questions that fill her past by searching for her long-absent father.

Unfortunately for Rachel, finding her father – who didn’t run away to another town or even another state, but instead to Rwanda – won’t be an easy feat. (But, really, nothing’s been easy for her for a while, so it’s kinda par for the course, TBH)

Though Rachel is the central protagonist of this tale, the sweeping saga is told through many perspectives, including that of Lillian, the woman her father was chasing after when he went to Rwanda in the first place (because, let’s face it ladies, men are always chasing after some woman or another).

But Lillian is not just another home wrecking bimbo (and, in truth, the home established by Rachel’s parents wasn’t really much to wreak anyways). She is, instead, an important figure from his past.

Henry, a photojournalist, first met Lillian when he was but a cub, tasked with photographing the then up-and-coming Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr.

As Rachel comes to discover, her father and Lillian have a history that pre-dates her and a connection that, at least it would seem, can’t be severed.

Like most sagas this story is about the characters and the gossamer threads of relationship that bind them, but it’s also about a place.

In this case, Rwanda.

You see, Henry and Lillian were trying to map out their futures, and make their marks on the lives of those less fortunate, in the early 1990s. This time period, as it would turn out, is pretty much the worst possible time to be in Rwanda.

Settling in this place at this time forces them to face with the horrors of the Rwandan genocide, a 100-day period in which an estimated 1 million Rwandans were brutally slain.

And just as the horrific events of this period have undoubtedly left their mark on those who still call Rwanda home, they leave an indelible impact on our characters and their actions.

Vastly different from many of the other books that fill my shelves, this novel was powerful, profound and provocative.

It asked hard questions, provided difficult answers and forced readers to move away from black and white and deal instead in shades of gray.

Haupt was able to produce the true emotion that this novel elicited by building rich and realistic characters that spoke to her readers.

That spoke to me.

As I cradle my toddler, born after a very difficult pregnancy – complete with my own stint of modified bedrest – and reflect on my life as a daughter who has never met her father, I felt a deep connection to Rachel and a meaningful desire to see her reach an if-not-perfect-at-least-happy resolution.

In a postcard, Rachel’s father dispenses the sage advice that you would expect from a proud parent, telling her:

“It’s the search that really matters. The adventure of living your life. You can quote me on that.”

And he’s right. It is. We are the sum of our experiences and the product of our journeys – both physical emotional.

A difficult but important read, this book will stay with me for quite some time.

I give it an enthusiastic 5 out of 5 cocktails.