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mena—the Red House. La Maison Rouge. In any language, the appellation is such a natural fit that nobody, not even Senna, ever uses anything else, or after a short while even recalls that there was an earlier name.

Of course Senna’s acts of architectural hubris are minuscule in comparison to those of pharaohs, sultans, and Aztec kings. He brings his vision to life with the glee of an eighteenth-century English lord adding follies to his ancestral acres, or an American robber baron transplanting parts of dismembered chateaux to Newport. And in the end, mysteriously, it all works.

Though it could have looked cartoonish, the big roof rises with undeniable majesty above the feathery line of palms between the cane fields and the beach. Unlike anything built by the Sakalava, the Indian merchants, or the colonial French, it nevertheless appears plausible in that landscape, and Senna is delighted to see his creation up there against the sky. He isn’t a bad man; but after long years spent peddling irrigation valves, his soul is thrown off-balance by the possibilities of a country where he is not just a successful businessman, but a nabob.

So in a fit of arrogance he declares that he, Senna, won’t be guided by the broad hints of Colonel Andrianasolo and the local village headmen; will not inaugurate the new house with the customary feast for the construction workers, neighbors, and friends. Not until such time as he feels like it. Maybe never. And he will certainly never go to the trouble and expense of butchering a pair of black and white zebu bulls just to honor a lot of superstitious claptrap.

And so the islanders—the fishermen, charcoal burners, cane workers, hotel maids, gardeners, mechanics, market vendors, prostitutes, woodcarvers, middle-class shopkeepers, and professionals—observe this neglect of the proprieties without rancor, but with a sense of inevitable consequences. Particularly the Sakalava feel this way. They are the abiding ones, the teratany, residents essential to the place as volcanic bedrock, for generations washed over by the caprice and varied abuses of the vazaha, as they call the foreigners who come and go on the land. These locals know all about the disrespected dead, and they watch, unsurprised, as the Red House begins, even before it is furnished, to accumulate an evil atmosphere. It happens bit by bit, just as dust and litter build up in the corners of an unswept room.

And finally, as is so often the case, it becomes a woman’s job to clean things up.

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Shay Gilliam, Senna’s second wife, doesn’t imagine when she first sees the Red House that because of it she’ll soon be engaged in a life-and-death struggle, swept up in an occult battle that devolves on mastery, on many kinds of possession.

What are mastery and possession after all, but advanced forms of desire? And Shay, a university instructor raised with staunch East Bay political correctness amid the progressive Black middle class of Oakland, California, has, emphatically, never desired a tropical manse like a jumped-up plantation fantasy. Throughout a bookish childhood and beyond, Shay, always known as the flighty one in her family, has cherished many peculiar wishes (an ability to walk through walls is just one), but not once has she pictured herself as the chatelaine of a neocolonial pleasure palace, conjured up on African soil.

But the Red House has been in her husband’s life longer than she has. During their first meeting, at a wedding in Como, Senna boasts of his Madagascar project to Shay, as she flirts with him from under the brim of an extravagant couture straw hat, and their unlikely romance begins. Unlikely because the tall, mischievously smiling Fulbright scholar with her Ivy League degrees seems to have nothing in common with the short, pushy Lombard businessman whose sole diploma is a high school ragioneria certificate. Yet this odd couple surprise themselves, and those who know them, by promptly falling in love, with an intensity that precludes anything but joining their lives together.

Shay is bowled over by a man so different from the cerebral American and European lovers she’s had since she left her first brief marriage to her college boyfriend, a Jamaican medical student whose evangelical views on wifely submission emerged once vows were spoken. Senna is like no one she has known before: a man her father, a professor at Mills, disapproves of not because Senna is white and foreign—the family tree with its high-yellow Virginia roots includes many a Caucasian ancestor and their Oakland neighborhood is peppered with international marriages—but because he didn’t go to college. To Shay, fresh out of graduate school, Senna is a new experience: this cheeky, charismatic Italian a decade and a half older than she is, a businessman with an unfaltering grip on the concrete facts of life; a man who deals (in some mysterious commercial way) with agricultural machines; who buys land—has bought part of an actual island. A man who hustled his way out of poverty, the way so many Black Americans have had to do. A man, she early discovers, who conceals behind his pragmatic exterior a vein of wayward fantasy that matches her own.

Senna, a sensualist by nature, at first pursues Shay for her physical beauty—the length of her, her body with its gleam of terra-cotta, her shallow-set eyes that render her face both stern and childlike—beauty that could belong to many hot terrestrial places where different races intermingle in seaports. Moreover, she is American, like the film actresses he worshipped as a kid at Cinecittà. He is impressed by her fancy education, her fluent Italian and French, her schoolmarmish air of familiarity with all corners of the far-flung landscape of literature. But mostly he is drawn to an unknown quantity, a recklessness he finds deep in her gaze.

The construction of the Red House runs parallel to their courtship, something that by unspoken agreement remains behind the scenes, almost like an erotic secret. Shay visits Naratrany on their first trip together, passing through from Cape Town to Mauritius; she sees a

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