I started Chang and Eng tonight. It's a biographical novel (mix of bullshit and real life) of the original Siamese Twins, Chang and Eng Bunker.
I'm reading it as preparation for visiting their home of Mt. Airy. The thing about them is that they have interesting lore. They became one of the biggest entertainment acts of the Victorian Era, promoted by Barnum, basically talking about politics, current events, literature, stuff like that. They were a rather unremarkable conjoined twin pair, basically two separate guys just linked by a band of skin (that had a tube linking their stomachs), but they did not do the freakshow routine, they made great efforts to present themselves as classy, erudite men. Through the Civil War era they were used heavily in political cartoons as a metaphor for the whole A House Divided idea, but the funny thing (is this is what got me interested) is that, of all places, they wind up settling down in the Appalachian nowhere town of Mt. Airy, North Carolina - the hometown of fucking Andy Griffith that has a bunch of corny Mayberry themed tourist trap stuff - married White women, converted to Southern Baptist Christianity, became plantation owners, produced 21 children and supported (their sons fought for as cavalry) the Confederate States.
What the fuck.
So far the novel is competently written, but the structure is a little bizarre. It's been themed around Chang being a whiney bitch who always lusted for freedom from his brother, and it switches back and forth between early life (starting with growing up in Thailand as illiterate peasants) and their scandalous courting of these two White women. What's ballsy is dumping what you'd expect to be the climatic last act right up front before I have invested myself in these people or know their life course. But what's there is cute and intrinsically interesting.
It seems as though the girls were - based on my recollection and the novel's depiction - homely, even ugly, things of very modest background, implied "ruined." Basically you have this golden opportunity where these two fantastically rich, educated and famous dudes who are otherwise never going to be able to lead a normal family life happen across these two poor mountain cracker girls without much of any other prospects, so it becomes a perfect trade to pair off.
What's interesting, too, is that it was - and if you know as much about the Old South as me, this is actually expected - far more scandalous in the North than the South. The North was actually much more uptight about miscegenation aside from wanting to make sure Blacks didn't knock up Whites or otherwise undermine the slave system. I recall one story, even, of the richest slaveowner in one county knocking up his slave, falling in absolute love with the slave daughter and raising her as a spoiled princess (regardless of what society's official rules said), and her marrying a Confederate officer. The officer, a died-in-the-wool Confederate, chose to marry this mulatto girl. Southerners likewise often married Indians and Mexicans. When these women married, it caused a little upset in the community, but the townsfolk quickly got over it and the Bunkers became a comfortable part of the community and for generations after people could point out who, around, had Bunker ancestry from their Oriental features. It was the Northern presses that completely flipped their shit.