Wednesday, August 8, 2007

One Thousand White Women ~ by Jim Fergus

1. Title, author, date of book, and genre?
One Thousand White Women: The Journals of May Dodd, by Jim Fergus, 1998, historical fiction

2. Summarize the book without giving away the ending.
Jim Fergus got the idea for this novel from an actual historical event; at a peace conference at Fort Laramie, a prominent Northern Cheyenne chief requested of the U.S. Army authorities the gift of 1,000 white women as brides for his young warriors. Because theirs is a matrilineal society in which all children born belong to their mother's tribe, this seemed to the Cheyennes to be the perfect means of assimilation into the white man's world, a world they already recognized held no place for them. Needless to say, this request was not well received by the white authorities, and nothing came of it. In the novel the women come west.

One Thousand White Women is the story of May Dodd's journey west in 1874. Committed to an insane asylum by her blueblood family for an affair with a man beneath her station, May finds that her only hope of freedom is to participate in a secret government program whereby women from the "civilized" world become the brides of Cheyenne warriors. She soon falls in love with John Bourke, a gallant young army captain, even though she has promised to marry the great chief Little Wolf.

3. What did you think of the main character?
May Dodd is a rebel, shown earlier by her living with a man who was unacceptable to her family and having two children by him. Not only is May a rebel, she is also a strong-willed person who does what it takes to have a life. She sounds like a woman of the 21st century, doesn't she? May must somehow survive in the harsh world of the Cheyenne, living on the Plains during the heat of summer and the blizzards of winter. She misses her two children and hopes to have a child with Little Wolf, her new husband.

4. Which character could you relate to best, and why?
Different ones at different times. May's friend Martha worked at the insane asylum and helped her forge papers, which her family would NEVER have signed, so she could escape the asylum and go west with the BFI program (Brides for Indians). Then Martha signed up to go with her! Probably May was the one I related best to, simply because she was the one whose motivations were most evident in her own journals. Writing out my life is another thing I can relate to, though I don't write my way straight through journals as May did.

5. Were there any other especially interesting characters?
All of the women in May's group were fleshed out very well by the author, and each in her own way was interesting. I like the artist among them, Helen, who laughed about being "discovered" by savages; she became someone prized among the warriors, who wanted her to paint birds on their chests before they rode into battle. The most notable of the brides, in my opinion, was Phemie who had been a slave and did NOT intend to be a slave ever again. She was fierce enough to become part of the group of hunters, even though she was a woman. Even more astounding, to the Cheyennes as well as the soldiers and their wives at the fort, Phemie rode her horse wearing nothing but a loin-cloth, as the men did. Let people think what they liked.

6. Did you think the characters and their problems were believable?
When May marries Little Wolf, she moves into a crowded tipi with his two other wives, their children, and an old crone who enforces the rules. Can you imagine sex in a tipi with your husband's first two wives ... and children ... present? And that was not the hard part; can you imagine the only opportunity to bathe being the icy river? Or "going" behind a bush? The women were the ones who were to pack up when the tribe moved, and it was a nomadic community. It was interesting to watch the women gradually discard high-heeled shoes in the wilderness and get over their squeamishness about all sorts of things.

7. From whose point of view is the story told?
May, who keeps the journal we read. Reading about life among the Cheyenne is spellbinding, especially when the women show up the braves at arm-wrestling, foot-racing, bow-shooting, and gambling.

8. Was location important to the story?
I usually had no idea where "we" were because the story moved across the Plains. The women were taken to Fort Robinson to be exchanged for the 1,000 horses (did I mention that?), so I looked up the place. As you can see by this historical marker, it was in Nebraska.
























9. Was the time period important to the story?
Yes, because this could have happened only in a narrow window of time, as the white soldiers and settlers were shoving the native tribes from their land by force.

10. Was the story told chronologically? Was there foreshadowing?
Yes, chronologically with May telling the story as it happened. Of course, there were "flashbacks," which were simply May comparing her life then and now. We all do that, telling the story of how we got to this point in our lives.

11. Did you think the story was funny, sad, touching, disturbing, moving?
Disturbing has to be at the top of the list, disturbing that Europeans invaded the "new world" and displaced people who were already here, disturbing that we never kept our treaties, disturbing atrocities we inflicted on a whole race of people. Yes, of course they fought back. I cannot but say that "we" spoke with forked tongue.

12. Share a quote from the book.
I'll share three, two of which "answer" the other, in a round-about way. First, some background. On the way to be exchanged for horses, the brides spent some time at a fort, where May had a brief fling with Captain John Bourke. (I was surprised to find out in the bibliography that there really WAS such a person, who wrote a book: On the Border with Crook, by John G. Bourke, 1891.)
"They are Stone Age people, May," said the Captain, "pagans who have never evolved beyond their original place in the animal kingdom, have never been uplifted by the beauty and nobility of civilization. They have no religion beyhond superstitution, no art beyond stick figures scratched on rock, no music besides that made by beating a drum. They do not read or write. ... Listen to me, May: they do not think as we do. They do not live as we do" (p. 80).

May: "Frankly, from the way I have been treated by the so-called 'civilized' people in my life, I rather look forward to residency among the savages" (p. 46).

May thinks that "possibly the reason the aboriginals have made scant contributions to world literature and art, is that they are simply too busy living -- moving, hunting, working -- without the luxury of time to record the process, or even, as Gertie suggested, to ponder it" (p. 186). (Gertie was another of the brides.)
13. What about the ending?
The ending was inevitable, when I thought about it. Not what I would call a happy ending, and yet there was something right about it.

14. What do you think will be your lasting impression of this book?
How difficult life was on the Plains, yet how right for the Cheyenne people. How difficult at first for the brides, yet how they learned to fit right in and enjoyed their new life.

15. Which readers are most likely to enjoy this book, and why?
Those who like strong protagonists (main characters), and those who want to know more about life in a fairly recent period of history. The older I get, the closer it seems the "past" becomes. From 1874 to my birth in 1940 is 66 years; we are now 67 years beyond 1940, meaning that someone from that time was probably still alive when I was born. The year of my birth will be as "ancient" to my grandchildren as 1874 seems to me. That's amazing, when I look at the differences between life in 1874 and life now. My mother's mother was born about that time, in 1880, and my daughter's daughter was born in 2000 ... that's a span of 120 years between my grandmother and my granddaughter, and I have known them both. Wow!

16. How would you rate the book?
Rated: 9.5/10, couldn't put it down.

Monday, August 6, 2007

Imagination station

Books (and art) can take us anywhere!



One of 37 pictures at Seamless picture series.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Quebec City

Booklogged also saw Quebec City. This picture of how steep the area is helps me picture what Willa Cather wrote about. You can enlarge the photo by clicking on it.



See my review of Shadows on the Rock posted Wednesday. Here's what Booklogged said about Quebec:
We arrived in Quebec City at around 3:30 PM. This afforded us time to a take a bus tour of the city. ... Perched strategically high above the St. Lawrence, Quebec is the only walled city remaining in North America. The Citadel, well designed to defend the city, and the walls surrounding the city are well maintained. All of the buildings within the walls are old and full of history and character. The streets inside are narrow and winding and seem very European. ... Beneath the walls on the St. Lawrence side is the old lower city. It has been largely reconstructed around a few old buildings that are nearly 400 years old. ... The streets are open only to pedestrians.
Ha! She also wrote of the province of Quebec: "This end of Quebec is entirely French speaking. We found few who could even get by in a little bit of English." Yep, I'd have a hard time there!

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Icebergs off Newfoundland

While I was reading Latitudes of Melt by Joan Clark, Booklogged and her husband Candleman were actually IN Newfoundland, Canada, taking photos of icebergs! This one was floating offshore at a village near Gander. [CORRECTION: Booklogged says it was off the northern tip of Newfoundland. See her comment on this post.]


Click on the photo to enlarge it. I'm reading the journal of their travels and have gone from Utah to Newfoundland with them so far. This is so much fun, traveling in books and discovering another book blogger is seeing IN PERSON what I'm seeing in my book! Read what they wrote and photographed that day by clicking this:
http://thefolksarenthome.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-19-gander.html

And here's what I think of Latitudes of Melt, the novel by Joan Clark that I was reading while they were there:

It is 1912 when some fishermen, separated from their ship and rowing back to shore, discover a baby girl adrift on an ice floe in the North Atlantic. One of the men takes her home with him, naming her Aurora because of her dawn rescue at sea. This strange, pale little girl becomes part of the his family. Aurora is a plucky and independent person, which I guess she would have to be, growing up on the austere Newfoundland coast. As a young woman she marries Tom the lighthouse keeper, and they have two children: Nancy and Stanley.

Nancy is not like her mother and grows up wanting to be everything Aurora isn't. Stanley, on the other hand, has his mother's passion for exploration; he becomes "Stan the ice man" because he learns all about ice and is an expert on icebergs and the way they scour the ocean floor as they move. Imagine icebergs drifting down the Labrador Current and grounding in the coves and bays outside your windows. These people live on the coast of Newfoundland, which lies smack-dab in the middle of the "latitudes of melt" (p. 166).

Nancy's daughter, Sheila, is the one who is most curious about why her grandmother Aurora was on the ice in 1912 ... shortly after the sinking of the Titanic. So Sheila sets out to unravel Aurora's mysterious past. Does she? Sure, but that's no spoiler; all through the book, we are given hints, once we even get a name from someone trying to learn about a baby. That person, however, was deliberately misled ... don't you wonder why?

My lasting impression of this book will be the beauty and danger of icebergs; I'll also remember Joan Clark's beautiful writing. Here's how she wrote about an injured and sedated character:
I am on the sea. Am I following Stanley? How strange that I should be floating on the water, when as far back as I can remember I've been afraid of the sea. I'm not afraid now, perhaps because I'm imagining myself as a little boat toddling down the bay. I'm no bigger than a skiff, but I'm perfectly seaworthy and know how to mould myself to the water as the swells lift me up and down. I take my time, drifting into coves and tickles, inlets and bights, on my leisurely journey through the latitudes of melt, idling past capes and points and beaches in no hurry to reach the place of trespass, the bay of souls.
I've thought about this book and this place for a couple weeks now, during and after my reading. This is one of the best books I've read recently. Here's my earlier review that got no comments and, apparently, no one's interest:
http://bonniesbooks.blogspot.com/2007/07/latitudes-of-melt.html You really should read the book. Rated: 9/10, an excellent book!

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UPDATE: I found this news story, showing that Aurora's story in the novel Latitudes of Melt was possible.

Canadians Identify Child Aboard Titanic
By Associated Press, Tuesday, July 31, 2007

HALIFAX - For years, Titanic buffs knew him simply as the Unknown Child. Buried in a small plot in a Halifax cemetery, the baby was a poignant symbol of the children who perished on the vessel when it sank in 1912. ... DNA tests showed the boy is Sidney Leslie Goodwin, whose family perished aboard the ship on their way to Niagara Falls, N.Y.

Researchers had used samples of the child's DNA they had exhumed in 2001, including three teeth and a small piece of bone. ... the team went ... to the Goodwins and found a surviving maternal relative who submitted DNA evidence. Tests showed a match. It's believed that Goodwin, his parents and five siblings boarded the massive steamliner in Southampton, England, as third-class passengers. The father, an electrician, was headed to New York to work at a power plant.

Friday, August 3, 2007

The Higher Power of Lucky ~ by Susan Patron

I frequently read YA and children's books, but I haven't reviewed any here. It changes with this one, which I discovered when I read 3M's review of this 134-page book for children 9 to 12. From the dustjacket:
Lucky, age ten, can't wait another day. The meanness gland in her heart and the crevices full of questions in her brain make running away from Hard Pan, California (population 43), the rock-bottom only choice she has.

It's all Brigitte's fault -- for wanting to go back to France. Guardians are supposed to stay put and look after girls in their care! Instead Lucky is sure that she'll be abandoned to some orphanage in Los Angeles where her beloved dog, HMS Beagle, won't be allowed. She'll have to lose her friends Miles, who lives on cookies, and Lincoln, future U.S. president (maybe) and member of the International Guild of Knot Tyers. Just as bad, she'll have to give up eavesdropping on twelve-step anonymous programs where the interesting talk is all about Higher Powers. Lucky needs her own -- and quick.

But she hadn't planned on a dust storm, Or needing to lug the world's heaviest survival-kit backpack into the desert.
How can anyone resist such a story? I didn't have any books like this to read in 1950 when I was ten! It's a great book for children, but I also recommend The Higher Power of Lucky to moms and grandmothers, too, so we can remember what it's like to be ten years old. That's old enough to know all kinds of things, but not quite mature enough to understand them. And why is Lucky wearing a flowing red dress on the book's cover and carrying an urn?

Her friend Lincoln is a nerd and a word-person, as I have been since at least the age of two. Let me give you an example: Lincoln was so annoyed by a sign that said SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY, that he had to "fix" it. He didn't want people to think that the children around there, including Lucky and himself, were SLOW, so........
Lincoln did something brilliant. Next to SLOW, he drew two neat perfect-size dots, one like a period and the other a little above it. Lucky knew it was a colon and it made the sign mean, "You must drive slow. There are children at play" (p. 24).
For readers who are as brilliant and "presidential" as Lincoln, the author adds a page at the end of the book showing which books are mentioned in Lucky's story, how to reach the website for the International Guild of Knot Tyers, and the little prayer Lucky hears at the twelve-step meetings:
God grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot change,
Courage to change the things we can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
Now THIS is a real booklover's kind of book! No wonder it won the John Newbery Medal. Rated: 9/10, an excellent book.
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Tricia's Response to the Lucky Debate

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Shadows on the Rock ~ by Willa Cather

1. Title, author, and date of book?
Shadows on the Rock by Willa Cather, 1931

2. Genre: historical fiction

3. What made you want to read it? Did it live up to your expectations?
The setting is Quebec, Canada, and I am reading books that allow me to be an armchair traveler. This book shows quite well the French origins of the town and area, but I needed translations of the frequent French exchanges, which the author did not provide.

4. Summarize the book without giving away the ending.
Shadows on the Rock was written after Willa Cather discovered Quebec City during an unplanned stay in 1928 and reflects her fascination with finding a little piece of France in eastern Canada. Set in the late seventeenth century, the novel centers on the activities of the widowed apothecary Euclide Auclair and his young daughter, Cecile. To Auclair's house and shop come trappers, missionaries, craftsmen, the indigent — in other words, those seeking cures, a taste of France, or liberation from the corruptions caused there by the excesses of the French court. Set against these fictional characters are historical personages such as Bishop Laval and Count Frontenac.

5. Did you think the characters and their problems were believable?
The characters were very believable, but it seemed to me that their problems were all minor. I couldn't decide whether Auclair or his daughter Cecile was the main character, but I eventually hoped Cecile would be able to stay in Canada, as she wanted to.

6. Was the time period important to the story?
This historical novel tells the story of early Kebec, set on a rock alongside the river. Supply ships from France were unable to make the voyage during the winter months, so the settlers had to plan carefully to have adequate provisions in order to survive during the winter.

7. Share a quote from the book.
He would die here, in this room, and his spirit would go before God to be judged. He believed this, because he had been taught it in childhood, and because he knew there was something in himself and in other men that this world did not explain.
I won't say who thinks this because it could possibly be a spoiler for someone.

8. What do you think will be your lasting impression of this book?
I'm sure I'll remember the ROCK. I've never been to Quebec, and this book has made me curious about the arrangement of the city above the river.

9. Which readers are most likely to enjoy this book, and why?
Those who like historical fiction and/or want to visit a beautiful city via a book written by a master. It won't appeal to anyone who is looking for action with bloody mayhem.

10. How would you rate this book?
Rated: 7.5/10, a good book.

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UPDATE: See also my post about "Quebec City."

Cats are all over this blog!

Miaow, no treats, but I found a mouse. Not very lively, though.



Oh, no, there are cats all over this page, all looking for treats ... 18 ... 19 ... 20 ... probably more! And I've already given out all the treats to cats who got here earlier. Dewey, Neco, Colleen, Susan, Margreet, anybody! May I borrow some cat treats, please? Oh, now they are playing with my computer! Help, someone!

They are even on the FLOOR of this blog! Shoo! Go home!



...25 ... 26 ... was that a dog? ... 27 ... 28 ...
Here, kitty-kitty-kitty-kitty.
Please, people, take your cats HOME. Kitty-kitty-kitty-kitty-kitty!
No, don't use your claws! Be a nice little kitty ... ouch! Bad kitty!

WARNING: If you are allergic to cats, please wear a face mask while reading my blog this week.

No-no-no, cat, not there! Grrrrrrrr, where are the paper towels?

Woof ... I mean, MEOW ... we like treats too!


Oh, good grief! Someone just told me a couple of kittens went to the wrong blog and are worried about the ocean in my Words from a Wordsmith post. Are cats showing up on anyone else's blogs?

Hello, little kittens, it took you long enough to find the right blog!