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204 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1827
Can we grasp in friendship the hand raised to strike us?There were some solid four, even five, star moments in this book, and the ideal is unique and surprisingly well executed enough at times for me to momentarily forgo the whole 'good intentions pave the road to hell' repetition for the moment. I'm not surprised this book has fallen out of favor, as it isn't popular these days to religious in a way that actually touches upon a moral issue that denizens of this author's country would prefer to murder even more thoroughly than they already have. I usually avoid white authored narratives concerning themselves with non-white traumas, but with this one, I'm glad I experienced it, even if the second half didn't completely fulfill the promises of the first. An eye for an eye and all that, and here you get a glimpse of the Spanish Tragedy continually fulfilled by white people's betrayal to the point that it's no surprise why white audiences are captivated by the threat of the hoard approaching their hallowed civilizations, from the obscenely popular TV shows to the most well received of video games. Unfortunately, Sedgwick can't completely defeat her settler state mentality, else this would be a true classic undeniably worth being brought back.
For the temper of the brain in quick apprehensions and acute judgments, to say no more, the most High and Sovereign God hath not made the Indian inferior to the European.
-Roger Williams, A Key into the Language of America, 1643
Jennet was one of those persons, abounding in every class of life, whose virtues are most conspicuous in "damning sins they are not inclined to."The beginning of the work was slow going, but once I became accustomed to the prose and realized that this early 19th century tome was attempting to write early to mid 17th, the style of archaic prose became more understandable, or at least more worthy of the effort of understanding. The best parts occurred when the facts of indigenous humanity and white settler brutality were laid out without flinching, and the murderous retaliation of the natives was not softened, but instead shown to be, at heart, a provoked act of defense. It made for a more complicated picture than the era of 'The Last of the Mohicans' usually paints, which is likely why that and other sensationalist 'noble savage' nonsense has thrived in the forms of full color films and impressive editions, while this has had to be repeatedly disinterred through great and persistent effort. I wouldn't say Sedgwick never once stepped outside the bounds of her conjectured relations between indigenous inhabitants and white intruders, and the second half had too many slips into degrading moralizing for me to rate this any higher. However, I would much prefer that this was the early start to many a white denizen of this country's introduction to a conversation of indigenous sovereignty than what most get these days, fictional or otherwise, as this work does much to combat the dehumanization soaked into mass media and reveal the genocidal history of these lands of mine for what they truly are. Not a perfect book, then, but its sins do not merit the obscurity in which it has fallen today, and there is much to be learned from it nearly 200 years later.
[H]e surely may walk straight who hath nothing to draw him aside.
["Y]ou must allow, brother, that she hath not, I speak it tenderly, that passiveness, that, next to godliness, is a woman's best virtue."I've started to realize that I've developed sufficient self-control in my book buying habits to be able to maintain my personal library without exceeding my storage capacity, which means I can afford to relax a bit when it comes to my purchases. I just finished making up a more comprehensive list than most of 19th century women's writing (nearly 1000 individually published works of many genres), and it's staggeringly obscene how few of them were already in the system. As such, anything old and demographically unusual is fair game when the title intrigues and the summary looks worth my time, as even works like this greatly supplement my holistic understanding of literature as it truly exists in history. There's something truly rewarding about filling up the blanks in the personal reading records of myself, and it's taken me a while to develop sufficient resources, material and otherwise, for me to truly appreciate and augment my efforts in this regard. Long story short, I'm eager to find the next work speaking from a year, decade, or century where supposedly women did not speak, as what's the point of adulthood if one only reads what one is supposed to?
"I should scarcely account," replied Mr. Fletcher, "a property of soulless matter, a virtue."
Magawisca's reflecting mind suggested the most seriously obstacle to the progress of the Christian religion, in all ages and under all circumstances; the contrariety between its divine principles and the conduct of its professors[.]
The experienced smile sorrowfully at the generous impulses, and fearless resolves of the young, who know not how costly is the sacrifice of self-indulgence—how difficult the ascent to the heights of disinterestedness; but, let not the youthful aspirant be discouraged; the wing is strengthened by use, and the bird that drops in its first flutterings about the parent nest, may yet soar to the sky.