A beautifully written story of Sara, a troubled East Coast child, whose Protestant upbringing, abject poverty, and alcohol-accelerated 'medieval' fathering push her forward into a seemingly never ending reliance on disillusioned men and self-serving institutional narratives. Very quickly you come to know Sara and also fear her: she is decisive, not impetuous; she will hold the hand of someone she likes and crush with a rock the hand of one she doesn't. She does this not out of fear but out of empowerment.
The book is set in the early 1800s, when almost every man she encounters casts judgment on her beliefs and ambitions without knowing what they are or who she is; she is mostly defined by what she isn’t. Sara seeks to find her self, find true friends, find a husband, find a meaningful life, and regardless, survive an highly distrustful and judgement-filled world. Just another story about the human condition? Well, maybe, but maybe instead just of the female condition in 1800s Roanoke, Virginia. (1800s men had other subjugations, including from the church, at the expense of the women.)
So Sara heads to New Mexico, part of the folly of 'westward ho!' that sent thousands to their early deaths. This is when Sara takes matters into her own hands, writes her own calculus, and finds her carnal mate, without leveraging any of the institutional norms.
So what is the book really about? For me, it's not about the East, or the Southwest, or Catholicism, or Protestantism. It's about the narratives that are in deep conflict to if not false when compared to one's own growing truth. Being schooled in false narratives is as old as the idea of narratives. What one does about these conflicts is how humanity advances. I believe it's about how any human, like our Sara, beaten down by subjugation, can become 'crazy’: how they become subject to the imperatives of their intuitions, which themselves are attempting to help the spirit survive what can be existential conditions. A spirit that deserves to flourish will create the narratives that keep it alive. All set in the 1800s, when such ‘crazy’ ideas would result in being committed to a sanitarium for the rest of your life.
To this extent, modern humanity starts to look progressive?
P.S. This book was the first for La Alameda Press. Its nice to know that a book was so good that they built a publisher around it. Reminds me of Rudolfo Anaya's first work, Bless Me Ultima, which also pitted the indigenous against the Spaniards and from-East colonists.