Foe, a reimagining of Robinson Crusoe, tells the story of a female castaway who washes ashore on an island inhabited by ‘Cruso’ and Friday. The female castaway is later rescued (with Cruso, who dies on ship, and Friday) . She seeks out a writer, `Foe’ and asks him to write the story of the island.
This passage is from early in the book, on the island, after Cruso has described how Friday’s tongue had been cut out when Friday was a child. She has asked why:
Cruso gazed steadily back at me. Though I cannot swear to it, I believe he was smiling. `Perhaps the slavers, who are the Moors, hold the tongue to be a delicacy,’ he said. `Or perhaps they grew weary to listening to Friday’s wails of grief, that went on day and night. Perhaps they wanted to prevent him from ever telling his story: who he was, where his home lay, how it came about that he was taken. Perhaps they cut out the tongue of every cannibal they took, as punishment. How will we ever know the truth?’
`It is a terrible story,’ I said. A silence fell. Friday took up our utensils and retired into the darkness. `Where is the justice in it? First a slave and now a castaway too. Robbed of his childhood and consigned to a life of silence. Was Providence sleeping?’
`If Providence were to watch over all of us,’ said Cruso, `who would be left to pick the cotton and cut the sugar-cane? For the business of the world to prosper, Providence must sometimes wake and sleep as lower creatures do.’ He saw that I shook my head and went on. `You think I mock Providence. But perhaps it is the doing of Providence that Friday finds himself on an island under a lenient master, rather than in Brazil, under a planter’s lash, or in Africa, where the forests teem with cannibals. Perhaps it is for the best, though we do not see it so, that he should be here, and that I should be here, and now that you should be here.’
On first reading I liked Cruso’s line about the cotton and the sugar cane. Rereading this passage, it’s as much about the power of the story-teller to define reality, which is the real subject of the book.