I’m getting to an age now where things that agitate me as much as this book did are not worth the energy to dissect. The unnecessary length, repetitiveness, and misinterpretations, not to mention this odd axe the author seems to relentlessly grind have thoroughly exasperated me. On page 104, she needlessly labels Smith a “misanthrope.” On page 31, she claims that a newspaper description of Smith was meant to be “down right disparaging” because it mentions his full beard which was “seriously old-fashioned” and “raised the question of a city man’s suspicious character.” A brief glance at other men in the photographs in her own book would suggest that full beards were not unusual on the frontier, even in 1898. In the (wholly unnecessary) second half of the book, she flippantly explains away a succession of first person accounts that conflict with her due to self-interest or anti-American bias by Canadians.
But most aggravating of all, the author repeatedly demonstrates that she has very little knowledge of either the machine politics of the age or the conduct and methods of confidence men. Admittedly, the actors concerned in neither these subjects kept historical records on paper. It was their nature to avoid paper trails. But they are both central to understanding what role, if any, Soapy played in Skagway. Confidence men should not be lumped in with strong-arm thieves and gunmen (or “Toughs,” as the author calls them on page 92) like Billy the Kid or Jesse James. And just because nobody would have ever officially and legally named Soapy the Captain of a militia (as we’re told on page 52) does not mean that he didn’t organize one and position himself at their head for protection. At that time and in that place, were things rationalized, regularized, recorded and orderly? I don’t imagine anyone should think so. But this book has defied that expectation. I understand that the legend of Soapy Smith should be questioned and viewed with a critical eye, but the arguments presented here are as jerry-rigged as a boomtown city hall.
Now look how much you made me write.