Dec 29, 615pm ~~ Review asap. Have to decide how I really feel about this one. It was clever and annoying at the same time, and different from all the other Lincoln titles I have read this month.
Dec 30, 1245pm ~~ This book was a surprise discovery. I was looking for something else in my overstuffed bookcases and stumbled across this Lincoln title after I thought I had run out of his books. So of course I snatched it from the shelf to close the year with.
I finished a little earlier than expected, because I ended up skimming through some chapters. The Depot Master has a tangled history when judging by the copyright dates in my edition. The book itself says 1910, but in the small print the first copyrights were by the Ainslee Magazine Company and begin in 1901. Then 1904, '07, and '09.
I had not looked so closely before I started reading but now I think I understand the format of the book. It must have been written as a serial, not appearing all in one volume until 1910. Well, that's my theory now, anyway, and it helps me get over the irritation I felt while reading.
Captain Solomon Berry is the depot master of the title, and the men of the town use the train station as a type of informal clubhouse. They gather to watch the arrival and departure of the train, to tell each other stories until the mail is sorted, then after a trip to the post office some will return to the depot for more gossip.
Basically the book was pretty much a collection of the various stories the men shared, but now that I understand that this book was published in magazines first, I forgive Lincoln a little bit for what seemed to be his way of ignoring Captain Sol except for a few sentences every chapter. There was a story around the man, but by itself it would not have been more than a few pages long. I wondered about that while I was reading but like I said, I never looked closely at the copyright page until later.
Anyway, sorry, I have just come up with this little theory and my brain is shifting to admiration at how Lincoln managed to hook together all the separate stories, even though some of them were not too appealing to me and I did skim through more than a couple of them. The entire tone of the book was indeed as if the reader is sitting in the depot listening to the men of the village telling tales on each other and themselves. Cape Cod dialect is not hard to understand, but some people might get tired of it before the end of the book. There is certainly more here than in other Lincoln titles, because most of the book is technically dialogue.
I did like the way Captain Berry's own tale turns out, so ultimately the book was satisfying, even if I was annoyed with it more often than I expected to be.