In my life I have read many books, and this is one of the weirdest.
There's great difficulty to knowing where this book was coming from, and close to the end I figured out why; because it is coming from three places at once. It is an experiment by a great writer. It is a indulgent exercise by a doddering old Englishman. And it is possibly the greatest book ever written from the point of view of a horse....which isn't saying much.
It isn't precisely a good book, and it definitely might be a bad book but not bad in a bad way. It's...uh....
Normally when I read a book on the American Civil War my first question is, what about slavery? What's this book's opinion on slaves?
Traveller has no opinion on slavery. He's a horse. As far as he's concerned the Civil War had no effect whatsoever on the sort of slavery that he's born into.
So is this a coded plea for animal rights? Considering the author, I had my suspicions. And then something truly baffling happened.
I very rarely give spoiler warnings, but if you have any serious intention of reading this book, you might want to skip this part or you will not be able to read the book in the way the author intended. Simply giving you this information will influence your feelings about the book the entire time and the giant synaptic "jump" at the end of the book, where Adams attempts to actually put you in the head of a horse, will not play quite out the same. I'm not saying it won't be a good book, but it won't be the same.
Ready?
Okay, the horse thinks that the South won the Civil War.
Which is so insane that it must be true.
And Adams mostly pulls it off, he mostly gets across the way that a horse actually *would* think that, how, from the horses's point of view, they sort of did!
But this is deeply undone by the long and winding middle of the book. Adams is obviously one of those weird British aficionados of the American Civil War, might even be one of those guys who goes out to a field near Colchester or something to re-enact Antietam. It's a real thing, look it up, they really do American Civil War re-enactments in England. Either way, Adams's middle-aged delight in knowing all the battles of the Civil War possesses him at some point, and he can't resist introducing you to all the officers of Lee's high command (and their horses) and taking you step-by-step through four years of war, every battle, every skirmish. I bet it's all historically accurate, too. When it's so dense and complex that it's obvious that not even a talking horse could understand it, then Adams actually squishes in news dispatches written in a sort of newspaper jargon, conveniently translating what just happened from "horse" to "history." But this leads to odd moments like the horse calling some commanders by name and keeping track of the news by the gossip of other horses. Basically the middle part is much, much too long to maintain the illusion that it's anything other than a magical talking horse. The real horse-y parts, at the beginning and end, are undermined by Mr. Ed Goes To War in the middle.
The ending, in which Traveller doesn't exactly understand that General Lee has passed away, doesn't really work in the same book as Traveller the Civil War Correspondent who tells us Stonewall Jackson was shot by one of his own sentries at the Battle of Chancellorville. Either a horse knows the news or he don't, but you can't change your mind mid-novel.
This book is marbled through and through with deep streaks of illogic and unseemliness. I was curious how the horse would deal with the starving soldiers eating horses, but that never comes up at all. He knows enough English to make fun of a German guy's accent but not enough to know what the word "war" means. Perhaps worst of all, Traveller's opinion of slavery is sufficient for a horse, but not sufficient for Mr. Ed. There are a lot of problems like that.
But, like I said, this book does a better job of getting inside a horse's head than any other book I've ever read...and that's not saying much. At times it really works. The American Civil War must be one of the greatest slaughters of horses in human history, and it's an important story that deserves to be told, and to be told from this particular and bizarre point of view. I only wish Adams had worked on it, not as a professional producing a book for the public, but as a maniac who can't let something go for decades. This book needed another decade of editing and polishing and general re-jiggering. Not a year, a decade. The quest to get into a horse's head can only succeed through discipline, research, and astounding leaps of intuition. The only way to do that is time. Lots and lots and lots of time.
And if you don't know anything about the American Civil War, you are definitely going to be confused.
However, this story raises some really important questions. Modern readers simply cannot get into the mindset of a slave. It is far too foreign. We can perhaps imagine what it's like to be a field hand and to be beaten into obedience every day, but the life of a "faithful slave" is impossible. We can't begin to imagine what it must have been like to be an uneducated, deeply oppressed individual who sides with their own oppressors against the very people who are fighting to free them. The closest mental framework that we have is found in animals and pets. The only door for a modern reader to understand how the slaves felt about the people who held them in bondage is through an animal metaphor, and this book does a better job of explaining how a "faithful slave" might have seen their owners during the Civil War than any other book I've ever read. The South was a time and a place when they were literally forcing human beings to live like animals, so it sort of works. Traveller is, on some level, a house slave's view of the Civil War from the South's side. That's a tremendously important and tremendously difficult story.
On the whole, I'm glad that I read this maddening, baffling, trivial, indulgent, tremendously experimental and courageous novel. We *should* learn more about how horses through history. It's a story that needs to be told, and maybe needs to be told better, but this is a good start. Maybe this needs to be a genre.
Plus, it definitely got me thinking. There are few books that have made me wonder like this one.