This was the third book that Dos Passos wrote that is included as #8 in the Mainstream of America Series with all of them being easy reading history. I read his first book in the series which was #5 then read #18 in the series not knowing it was part of it. I like his non fiction much more than his novels.
Adams was an early pioneer of the post-holocaust novel. His Horseclans novels are precursors to many of today's attempts at this type of story, many of which do not exhibit his painstakingly detailed world view or extraordinary plot follow-through (many of his Horseclans books are so interlinked that they make sense only when read in order; he did not create many "stand alone" books in the series).
Hallmarks of Adams' style include a focus on violent, non-stop action, meticulous detail in matters historical and military, strong description, and digressions expounding on various subjects from a conservative and libertarian.
It is the autumn of 1367. Master Hugh is enjoying the peaceful life of Bampton, when a badly beaten man is found under the porch of St. Andrew's Chapel. The dying man is a chapman — a traveling merchant. Before he is buried in the chapel grounds an ancient, corroded coin is found in the man's mouth. Master Hugh's quest for the chapman's assailants, and his search for the origin of the coin, makes steady progress – but there are men of wealth and power who wish to halt his search, and an old nemesis, Sir Simon Trillowe, is in league with them.
Sharpe’s first story as an officer takes him to the daunting fort of Gawilghur. This is also the last of his Indian adventures. Sir Arthur Wellesley (the future Duke of Wellington) was never at his shining best when he had to lay siege to great fortresses…
The book seemed to have been written to some formula. The plot was barely discernible and the characters appeared to be pale imitations of what they might once have been. I felt it was a sketchy novel, trying to link historical facts with rather weak links. Well-written but not exciting. — Customer review
A beguiling, surpassingly strange novel by the renowned—and decidedly idiosyncratic—author of Blood Meridian (1982) and The Road (2006).It's all vintage McCarthy, if less bloody than much of his work. I didn't like this book much but will read the companion novel and see if that is an improvement. Saving The Road for the last of his that I will read.
This was Dos Passos's last published book, he died the same year that it was published. It was also not so much written by him as a compilation of seamen journals by those explorers that landed at the island starting with Cook. He only wrote a couple of chapters about his visit. It does provide some good island history so is worth a read.
Originally a volume in a series dealing with American Folkways from various sections of the US (the series was edited by Erskine Caldwell), Edwin Corle relates the tales and legends of the desert country of Nevada, Arizona, western Utah, and southeastern California. The story of the early explorations of Mitchell Caverns under the Providence Mountains in the Mojave Desert, Death Valley tales, reports of the Mormons in Deseret, yarns concerning various Indian tribes of the southwest, and of course mining adventures are all rounded up and revealed to the reader in the most casual, entertaining fashion. Historical fact is at the root of most of what's in this book, but only as a guidepost.<.p>
This book was not published until after Fraser's death although it had been written before the Flashman series. He could not get any publishers to buy it and tucked it away and started the Flashman series. It is a good historical novel but not in the 'picaresque' Flashman style as the book promo claims.
An elegiac essay on memory and the power of storytelling by a master of the art. Well-known as a Pulitzer-winning novelist (Duane’s Depressed, 1998, etc.), McMurtry turns less often to nonfiction. It’s usually a delight when he does. In this book-length meditation on the past—his own, that of his ancestors, and that of the corner of west Texas whence they hail—