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Type of bind: Paperback
Dewey Decimal Number: 813.54
EAN num: 9780826311689
ISBN number: 0826311687
Label: University of New Mexico Press
Manufacturer: University of New Mexico Press
Quantity: 1
Page Count: 431
Printing Date: August 01, 1989
Publishing house: University of New Mexico Press
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Josey Wales was the most wanted man in Texas. His wife and child had been lost to pre-civil War destruction and, like Jesse James and other young farmers, he joined the guerrilla soldiers of Missouri—men with no cause but survival and no purpose but revenge.
Josey Wales and his Cherokee friend, Lone Watie, set out for the West through the dangerous Camanchero territory. Hiding by day, traveling by night, they are joined by an Indian woman named Little Moonlight, and rescue an old woman and her granddaughter from their besieged wagon. The five of them travel toward Texas and win through brash and honest violence, a chance for a new way of life.
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Intrigued by reviewers who placed the novel "Gone To Texas" by Forrest Carter on their top-ten greatest books of all-time list, I purchased an old first-edition copy and proceeded to read it cover to cover.
Having seen the "Josey Wales" movie starring Clint Eastwood on a couple of occasions, the author's descriptive prowess caught me completely by surprise in creating a boldfaced narrative, which seemed fresh and unfamiliar, unrelated in many ways to the more popularized big-screen version.
It begins with Wales being pursued by United States horsemen:
"It was cold. The wind whipped the wet pines into mournful sighing and sped the rain like bullets. It caused the campfires to jump and flicker and the soldiers around them to curse commanding officers and the mothers who gave them birth.
The campfires were arranged in a curious half-moon, forming a flickering chain that closed about these foothills of the Ozark mountains. In the dark, cloud-scudding night the bright dots looked like a net determined to hold back the mountains from advancing into the Neosho River Basin, Indian Nations, just beyond.
Josey Wales knew the meaning of the net. He squatted, two hundred yards back in the hollow of heavy pine growth, and watched ... and chewed with slow contemplation at a wad of tobacco. In nearly eight years of riding, how many times had he seen the circle-net of Yankee Cavalry thrown about him?"
The author seems to have vast knowledge of flora and fauna and in relating indian culture and ways of life.
"Like many of the Cherokees, he was tall, standing well over six feet in his boot moccasins that held, half tucked, the legs of buckskin breeches. At very first glance he appeared emaciated, so spare was his frame ... the doeskin shirt jacket flapping loosely about his body, the face bony and lacking in flesh, so that hollows of the cheeks added prominence to the bones and hawk nose that separated intense grey eyes capable of a cruel light. He squatted easily on haunches before the fire, turning the mealed fish in the pan with fluid movement, occasionally tossing back one of the grey plaits of hair that hung to his shoulders.
The clear call of the nighthawk brought instant movement by the indian. Nighthawks do not call in the light of day. He moved with silent litheness; taking his rifle, he glided to the rear door of the one-room cabin ... dropped to belly and slid quickly into the brush. Again the call came loud and clear."
His decsription of a prostitute in a desolate town in Texas, near the border of Mexico is funny:
"She wasn't ... young that is. Her hair was supposed to be red; the label on the bottle had proclaimed that desired result ... but it was orange where it was not straked with gray. Her face sagged from the years of sin, and her huge breasts were hung precariously in a mammoth halter. There was no competition in Santa Rio. The last stop for Rose.
Rose was like Santa Rio, dying in the sun; used only by desperate men or lost pilgrims stumbling quickly through; refugees from places they couldn't go back to ... watching the clock tick away the time. The end of the line; a good horse jump over Texas ground to the Rio Grande."
Anyone interested in this type of genre, I believe, will love the book. Hell, you'll probably love it anyway -even if you're not.
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Linda
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Forrest Carter did a great job depicting the violence of the post-civil war era. Especially in the South Central part of the country that was never written about in our history books. A very descriptive representation of how things really were. No wonder Clint Eastwood bought the rights to the book for his movie.
Steve Thompson
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Did Forrest Carter have character flaws? Well so did Ricard Wagner.
These are the best two westerns I've ever read. For all his faults, Carter could write.
I loved the movie, but the book was far better.
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Great story. Great action. Much grittier than the movie, this book doesn't pull punches when it comes to blood-lettin' the in the finest traditions of the Missouri guerilla-outlaw turned Texan. The characters are well-developed and the "code" underlying Wales' and Lone Watie's partnership is richly detailed. Louis L'Amour and Zane Grey novels are for politically correct sissies. This book and its two novels tell it like it really was. If you like westerns, you'll find this to be one of the best you've ever read!
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