I have read a few of Samantha Wilcoxson's novels before and really enjoyed them, my favourite being 'But One Life' about Nathan Hale whose story also sits in the period centred around the American Revolution. I absolutely adored Nathan, so when I saw that this author had written a non-fiction book about the women of the revolution, I was very keen to read it.
A period totally different from my usual era of interest, I have come recently to be intrigued about this fascinating time in American history. Being a Brit, myself, and somewhat of a rebel, I was eager to learn the stories of the women whose lives became entangled in the revolution in some way.
There are eight women with their own chapters, all but one of whom I knew nothing about. I had recently watched the TV series John Adams, and met Abigail Adams who said the famous line, 'remember the ladies'. She is still one of my favourites, alongside Peggy Arnold, and Eliza Hamilton. But I was totally absorbed by all of these ladies. The extensive research Ms Wilcoxson applies to her narrative is one of absolute dedication. Her writing is infused with the enthusiasm with which she attends to each chapter, never once sidelining the women for the sake of their men.
Deborah Sampson is also one that stands out for me, her life as a soldier in the American army is a fascinating insight into what it was like for the men fighting for their country in such dire circumstances and terrible conditions. Wilcoxson's talent in drawing the reader into the lives and experiences of these women, their trials and tribulations, their endurances and the strength with which most of them prevailed throughout the years of the wars, is second to none. She asks questions, and exhorts the reader to think about how this and that must have felt to these women, whose battle to keep themselves and their children safe and alive was in someways every bit as difficult and dangerous. Starvation, loss, degradation, and terror, are starkly put before us in no uncertain terms. These were not weak and feeble women, and the author makes sure we are clear of it.
The author utilises diaries and letters and other resources to create a clear chronological narrative for each women. It is almost as though she had been there with them, going through their lives at every turn, twist, and moment. I have previously been capitivated by the manner in which she presents people of the past, and she somehow manages to apply her keen sense of duty to the people of the past by writing an acurate portrayal of people's lives in the most unbiased and balanced way.
It is no surprise that I am looking forward to her next book about Alexander Hamilton's son James, and I can honestly recommend this book to anyone interested in the history of America, especially through the eyes of their women.