The thing about this is book is that I had seemingly read it for no reason at all. I stole it from Walmart, actually, because it was small enough to fit under my shirt. For some reason, I liked the cover- I knew the author, at least a little. My grandparents were not readers, but they did have quite a collection of books. Amongst them are Reader's digest and like four Louis L'amour books. So, I recognized the name from that, but I am too lazy to go look at that shelf and see which books I read as a kid.
The thing is, which is funny, is that I felt like if I didn't like the book it was my own fault because I didn't even buy it, I stole it. Also, I knew it was going to be some short ass paperback work when I stuffed it into my bra, turning back to my friends while they went to go get matching pajamas. So if I didn't like the book, it was practically on me!
This book became a mini-project for me. I researched about Louis L'Amour, who did crazy fucking shit and jobs and went around the world for like no goddamned reason, and like, just wanted to learn about his authenticity. Apparently this guy did what he preached, when he called some place beautiful, he meant it with all of his western old ass heart. He also went to these places he described. People praise his works for that. He tried his hardest to be historically accurate. The thing is though, as much as I was suprised to see positive imagery of Native Americans: he often accounts the main character being taught by Cherokee as he grew up to survive the hills he wandered in as a growing boy, he talks about various native american techniques, medicinal and outfits and the influence it has on the settlers, and he talks about them with I guess the best way to say it is with nuetrality. He didn't compare the Native Americans from where he was from to the Apache outcasts that hunted and tortured him in the book. However, it still had some mystical/spirtual Native American vibe to me. While I was reading about his ability and want to stay true to the narative I was like this can't be... that fucking accurate? Right? And I was Right. This guy just had so much detail and talked about what he knew about Native Americans it just seemed like it was.
I couldn't articulate the way it truly made me feel or say clearly so I just googled the issue and read this whole guys thesis on it. I am not joking. It is called 'CRITIQUING THE REPRESENTATION OF NATIVE AMERICANS IN SELECTED NARRATIVES OF LOUIS L'AMOUR AND LARRY MCMURTRY' by Alexander Lalrinzama.
AND THIS DUDE IS SO FUCKING RIGHT. To directly quote his text: "Although L’Amour’s claims with regard to the authenticity of his terrain and guns have often been borne out, one needs to examine the author’s claim with regard to the authenticity of his Indians more closely. In popular discourse there has always been a tendency to view Indians as a generalized entity, as though they were all the same. No effort is made to observe the distinctions between the various tribes."
I am about to sound so repetitive but this guy said it far better than I could. A huge callout to him. Here is another banger from him: "Yet, despite L'Amour’s claims that his Indians are real, his narratives make no mention of the religious aspect of Indian life which is a clear indicator of the fact that the Indians in L'Amour’s narratives as not as real as the writer claims they are – at any event, there are nowhere as authentic as his landscapes. In portraying his Indians, L'Amour was simply writing from a very narrow Euro-American perspective which chooses to blithely ignore anything which it does not understand and does not consider important"
The general gist of Louis L'Amour novels is one of a mild western, manly fantasy. Personally, I couldn't stand his books as a kid because of how he wrote women, or how his characters were portrayed to want women. A manly man. Rugged. A person, mainly a tall, muscled white man, who knew right from wrong and generally did what he thought was best. He was always broad and street smart, portraying L'amour's values. While this is not inherently a bad thing, hence the two stars and not one, it just seemed so empty in this book. The fantasy itself is just somewhat of a macho man thing to relate to that resembles the old TV show westerns from back that our grandfathers enjoyed, full of shoot 'ems and phrases about how horses were a cowboy's most loyal companion. The other main thing about his characters is that good portion of them have either Native Americans as their enemies, or they were settlers, ranching or various other things. It shows the difference on his characters thinking that all this land was theirs to attain, just meh. MEH. This book was Meh and I am Meh for stealing it.
I thought it was funny that he named the book Galloway, a small hallmark to how the character referenced his brother sometimes although for cringe self-depreciating reasons ( I SHIT YOU NOT. ACTUALLY ENJOYED THAT BC IT MADE ME SNICKER IN IRONY) when the book barely had him at all. I did, however, find it funny that was what most people complained about this book for, like how the character wasn't there.
So I would recommend this book if you randomly found it at an old thrift shop or garage sale, but actual buying? No, don't waste your five dollars or whatever this is priced. However, the beginning scene of this guy getting his naked ass kicked by nature were. Pretty enjoyable. Kudos to this guy getting his feet rubbed raw, and falling in a hole, and throwing a coyote carcass. (Actually Happened)