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A huge, riveting, deeply imagined novel about the siege and fall of the Alamo in 1836--an event that formed the consciousness of Texas and that resonates through American history--The Gates of the Alamo follows the lives of three people whose fates become bound to the now-fabled Texas fort: Edmund McGowan, a proud and gifted naturalist whose life's work is threatened by the war against Mexico; the resourceful, widowed innkeeper Mary Mott; and her sixteen-year-old son, Terrell, whose first shattering experience ...
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A huge, riveting, deeply imagined novel about the siege and fall of the Alamo in 1836--an event that formed the consciousness of Texas and that resonates through American history--The Gates of the Alamo follows the lives of three people whose fates become bound to the now-fabled Texas fort: Edmund McGowan, a proud and gifted naturalist whose life's work is threatened by the war against Mexico; the resourceful, widowed innkeeper Mary Mott; and her sixteen-year-old son, Terrell, whose first shattering experience with love leads him instead to war, and into the crucible of the Alamo. The story unfolds with vivid immediacy and describes the pivotal battle from the perspective of the Mexican attackers as well as the American defenders. Filled with dramatic scenes, and abounding in fictional and historical personalities--among them James Bowie, David Crockett, William Travis, and General Santa Anna--The Gates of the Alamo enfolds us in history and, through its remarkable and passionate storytelling, allows us to participate at last in an American legend.
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The Battle of the Alamo is without question one of the central events in American history, a heroic conflict that has assumed mythic proportions in the annals of American westward expansion. In his sweeping, Texas-size novel, The Gates of the Alamo, Stephen Harrigan assembles an unforgettable cast of fictional and historical characters -- including such legendary figures as William Travis, Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett, and Generalissimo Santa Anna -- to re-create in authentic detail the events leading up to the siege and fall of the tiny garrison.
Ron Franscell
The Alamo is the holiest of texas shrines, a haunted little mission at the crossroads of fact and fiction and, in the gospel of Texas, perhaps a vestige of Creation itself.
The Washington Post
Library Journal
After a brief prolog in which we meet 91-year old Terrell Mott, "messenger of the Alamo, last surviving hero of San Jacinto, and former mayor of San Antonio," we are taken back to the spring of 1835 and the days leading up to one of the most celebrated battles in American history: the siege of the Alamo and the massacre of its defenders. By dovetailing events that did happen and people who did exist - David Crockett, Jim Bowie, William Travis, Santa Anna-with the dramatized episodes of imaginary figures - American botonist Mott, his widowed mother - Harrigan (a novelist associated with Texas Monthly) proves that a more-than-twice-told tale can be made fresh and immediate. He recalls the story with historical accuracy, and the doings of the fictional characters are exciting and possible. Indeed, so well mingled are history, biography, and imagination that one does not pause to ask where one ends and the other begins. This book deserves a place of honor on your shopping list.
School Library Journal
YA-In a 90-minute predawn battle on March 6, 1836, some 2000 Mexican Army soldiers stormed the Alamo, killing all of the defenders (they numbered fewer than 200). Americans have been remembering the Alamo ever since, perhaps not always accurately. Harrigan has produced a novel that is more concerned with history than myth. The result is a readable, evenhanded story that blends real and fictional personages, both American and Mexican, to convey a balanced rendition of the conflict. The diverse cast includes Joe, William Travis's slave; Blas Montoya, the caring, capable commander of a Mexican rifle company; Edmund McGowan, a botanist employed by the Mexican government; Lt. Villasenor, Santa Anna's mapmaker; the main character, 16-year-old "Texian" Terrell Mott; and his mother. Through their experiences, readers witness the inevitable consequences when governments, ethnic groups, and individuals cannot or will not understand one another. The novel begins and ends in 1911 with 91-year-old Terrell's participation in San Antonio's Battle of the Flowers parade. The narrative flows smoothly even as it reveals an impressive amount of historical research. Dialogue and story line convey such an abundance of detail that even a neophyte to Texas history will feel connected to the plot. Some YAs may find the length daunting, but those willing to give Harrigan's novel the time it deserves will be glad they did.-Dori DeSpain, Herndon Fortnightly Library, Fairfax County, VA Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Franscell
This book is a new masterpiece in the literature of fact. Aside from the comfort of knowing the historic context is as accurate as it can be, the strength of Harrigan's novel is its superior storytelling.
The Christian Science Monitor
Jones
Putting (human) stories in the foreground, Harrigan has made us care afresh about this shopworn tale, even as he debunks the mythology around it. The result is a genuinely moving epic...
Newsweek
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780141000022
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 2/27/2001
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 592
  • Sales rank: 199,560
  • Age range: 18 years
  • Product dimensions: 5.59 (w) x 8.47 (h) x 1.37 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen Harrigan

Stephen Harrigan, a longtime writer for Texas Monthly and many other magazines, is the author of the novels Aransas and Jacob's Well. His other books include Water and Light: A Diver's Journey to a Coral Reef and the essay collections A Natural State and Comanche Midnight. He lives in Austin, Texas.
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In the early spring of 1835 an American botanist named Edmund McGowan travelled southeast from Béxar on the La Bahía road, following the course of the San Antonio River as it made its unhurried way through the oak mottes and prairies of Mexican Texas. He rode a big-headed mustang mare named Cabezon and led an elegant henny mule loaded down with his scant baggage. Professor, a quizzical-looking mongrel, scouted ahead of the little caravan, sniffing out the road when it grew obscure and threatened to disappear from sight.

Edmund McGowan was forty-four years of age that spring, very much the confident, solitary man he aspired to be. He was of medium height but heavy-boned, his hands blunted and scarred by decades of hostile weather and various misadventures involving thorns and briars, snakebite, and the claws of a jaguarundi cat. His features were pleasingly bland, but there was a keenness and luminosity in his eyes. He possessed all his teeth but one, and most of his hair as well, though his side-whiskers had lately broken out in polecat streaks of gray. He wore a once-fine hat of brown felt, a frock coat, and pantaloons that he protected from the brush with leather botas that covered his legs from his knees to his brogans. His saddle, bit, and round wooden stirrups were Spanish, and like a vaquero he carried a loop of rope on the cantle. It was his ambition to use the rope to lasso a turkey.

Though the weather was mild, winter still lingered across the landscape. The great live oaks, always in leaf, formed intermittent glades along the road, but the limbs of the hardwoods lining the river were bare, and few wildflowers had yet emerged from the brittle grass. No matter. Edmund had packed a modest amount of drying paper, his press, magnifying glass, a dozen vascula, and a few essential books like Drummond's Musci Americani and Nuttall's Genera, but this was not a trip for botanizing. He was on his way to pay a visit to his employer, the government of Mexico, or at any rate the entity that was currently being promoted as the government. No doubt by the time he arrived in the City of Mexico, another junta would have arisen and taken its place. As far as he knew, his commission -- to provide an ongoing botanical survey of the subprovince of Texas -- was still in effect, though in the last year his payment vouchers had not been honored in Béxar when he presented them at the comandante's office on the Plaza de Armas.

He had no great hopes for this mission to the City of Mexico; indeed, he feared that his continued employment had less to do with a keen governmental interest in undescribed flora than with bureaucratic oversight. After the completion of the Boundary Survey of 1828, he had expected his services to be courteously terminated, and yet year after year, as Mexico suffered from an endless pageant of civil insurrection and foreign intrigue, his quaint little job on its far frontier had remained secure. But he had come to depend on those 2,400 pesos a year. Without them, he would soon be reduced to selling seeds to Kew Gardens, or to hawking ferns to the London gentry like some common Botany Ben. He considered himself to be a scientist, not a scavenger and purveyor of ornamental plants. His little house in La Villita overflowed with books and notes, with dried specimens and drawings and Wardian boxes filled with carefully nurtured living plants -- all of the materials that were waiting to be compacted into his Flora Texana. He saw the Flora as a great, solid book as thick and incontrovertible as the Bible, a book that would justify a life of cruel endurance. ("What labor is more severe," he had been gratified to read in Linnaeus, "what science more wearisome, than botany?") But now, because no doubt of some fastidious clerk in a government palace, his work was in jeopardy. The only hope he had of restoring his commission was to present himself and make his case to whichever bureaucrat might listen.

The road out of Béxar led past a series of crumbling, desanctified missions, their old irrigation ditches clogged with leaves and their apartments inhabited by ragged Indian laborers who huddled within the broken walls at night in fear of Comanche raids. The Spanish friars had left behind mouldering aqueducts as well, and here and there Edmund spotted the crosses they had carved in the trees a century ago to mark the route of the Camino Real. Age had blurred and weathered the crosses, but at the place where the La Bahía road took leave of the old imperial highway the markers were fresh -- a series of pointing hands sharply chiselled into the bark of the live oaks.

He followed the hands urging him southeast, toward the Gulf of Mexico a hundred and fifty miles distant. After a while the hands disappeared and the road itself grew faint, as if deferring to the greater authority of the river. Edmund retained an animal alertness as he rode along, but a part of his mind was lulled into hypnotic contentment. He watched kingfishers and herons sweeping along the bright river, the hawks perched with brooding detachment in the bare trees. He sighted the terrain ahead through the markers of Cabezon's bristly ears, and found himself entranced by the powerful sweep of her neck, the cascading hair of her cinnamon mane. He had bought the mare a year ago from a Lipan who had captured her in the Wild Horse Desert. The creasing scar still showed, a deep furrow in her neck that marked where the mustanger had expertly disabled her by tickling her spinal column with a rifle ball. Edmund rubbed the furrow idly now with his thumb, feeling the taut, vigilant muscle in which it was buried. Cabezon's scar saddened him whenever he considered it. It was the mark of her servitude, the sign that he would always be her master and never, as he strangely craved to be, her comrade.

Her left eye was bluish and weak, and her left ear in compensation was always nervously erect. The fact that she was nearly blind on that side made Edmund a bit uneasy in a country known for Comanches and dangerous brigands from the States. He imagined all sorts of hazards skulking in the field of her sightlessness. It would have made more sense to ride Snorter, the little mule, who had two good eyes and, it pained Edmund to realize, a finer mind than Cabezon. But, perhaps even more than most norteamericanos, he required the scale and grandeur of a horse. It was his habit to be aware of the figure he presented to the world.

Cabezon was prone to dainty, sputtering farts, and for a moment that's what he thought he was listening to. But then he realized the sounds came from above, from far away in the bright vault of the sky. It was a guttural, whirring chorus, a primeval sound that made his skin tingle. Uncertain, he slipped the leather hammer stall off the frizzen of his shotgun and waited to learn more. Professor, hearing the sound as well, came running back and looked up to Edmund for an answer.

The cries grew louder, and then he finally caught sight of the birds -- hundreds and hundreds of lush gray cranes flying north, flying with such conservative grace that each wingbeat seemed a product of rigorous deliberation. They spanned the sky almost from horizon to horizon, and the whole procession moved with the quiet, ordained manner in which events unfold in a dream.

Professor woofed at the great birds as their chattering voices rained down upon the earth. Then, in confusion, he began to howl, his usual response to anything beyond his knowing.

The cranes were beyond Edmund's knowing too -- he felt it acutely -- but he watched their cloudlike passage in silence. The spectacle made him light-headed, but after the birds were gone the sensation lingered -- a prickly, empty feeling in the top of his cranium. He feared that what he was experiencing was not the rhapsody of nature but an onset of the ague. After a few more miles, subtle pains began to seep up out of his joints, and he noticed with apprehension that his energy and good spirits were starting to trickle away.

In an hour or so Professor came running back again on his short legs, his eyes sparkling with new information about the road ahead. Edmund peered out over the grasslands and saw, a half-mile distant, the dark blue coats of presidial cavalry travelling toward him in a thin cloud of dust.

Professor growled at the horsemen as they approached, and danced about in indignation at Cabezon's feet.

"Shush," Edmund said distractedly, more a suggestion than a command. The dog, in his usual manner, seemed to think about it before complying, and he kept up a low, suspicious growl as the patrol rode up to greet them.

"Don Edmundo, it's good to meet you."

"Cómo está, Teniente," Edmund said, smiling. The lieutenant's name was Lacho Gutiérrez. He was a young man with one good eye and one leaky socket, whom Edmund had often seen promenading with his wife and three young children on the plaza in Béxar. He had lost the eye fighting the Tonkawas.

"You saw the birds?" Lieutenant Gutiérrez asked, showing off his English for the weary lancers behind him. "They were grullas, I think. I am sorry to have forgotten the English word."

"Cranes."

"Ah, yes. Cranes. Are you going all the way to La Bahía?"

"Más lejos," he answered, forgetting for a moment that they were speaking in English. "All the way to El Copano, where I board a supply ship for Vera Cruz, and then on to the City of Mexico."

The lieutenant cocked the eyebrow over his good eye, impressed with the magnitude of this journey. He himself, Edmund suspected, had never been out of the Provincias Internas, and the capital of his country was as fabled and hopelessly remote a place as it might have seemed to Cortés three hundred years before.

"How is the road ahead?" Edmund asked.

"Safe enough for a group of men, but I do not like to see you travelling alone, Don Edmundo. Four days ago Comanches attacked a village on Las Animas Creek and killed six people and stole a child."

"Which Comanches?"

"Those with the bald-headed chief. Bull Pizzle."

"I know Bull Pizzle."

"Ask him not to kill you, then," Gutiérrez said, smiling. "And tell him we're looking for him."

Edmund bowed and reined Cabezon to the side of the road to make room for the patrol to pass. The lancers' uniforms were faded, patched, and covered with dust, but their horses and tack were well cared for and the men all pridefully wore a white crossbelt that identified them as belonging to the flying company of Alamo de Parras. The company was garrisoned in the sprawling old Valero mission -- better known as the Alamo -- that commanded a low rise several hundred yards away from Edmund's house. The Alamo was as decrepit as all the other missions, but it was the closest thing Béxar had to a real fort.

"You look pale, Don Edmundo," Gutiérrez whispered, with innate discretion, when the last of the presidials had ridden by. "Are you well?"

"Well enough for the present, and no doubt better tomorrow."

"You are welcome to ride with us back to Béxar," the lieutenant said, "and start your journey on a better day."

"Thank you, Teniente, but the day is good enough."

"As you wish. We have four men stationed on the Cibolo. It would be wise to stay there tonight rather than in the open. The Comanches know where all the usual parajes are. They might come up to you while you are camping and steal your horse and mule and scalp you and your dog."

Edmund smiled courteously at what he thought was a witticism, but the lieutenant's face was set.

"I have seen it, señor. A scalped dog."

They rode off with their lance points gleaming, their escopetas jouncing on their carbine sockets. The men of Alamo de Parras were seasoned frontier fighters, and Edmund watched them go with a vague unease, wondering to what use those lances and muskets would be put in the months ahead. Nothing was certain in Texas, except that some ugly event was brewing. Edmund expected war within the year, though he could not predict the nature of this war or who exactly its protagonists would be. Perhaps the radicals among the American colonists would be the ones to spark it. They were restless and aggrieved, always meeting in conventions and forming committees of safety, petitioning the distant Mexican government to make Texas a separate state, to grant it special concessions on slavery, on taxes, on tariffs -- all the while harboring in their hearts the conviction that Texas should not belong to Mexico at all. The colonists had all sworn loyalty to Mexico and, sometimes with winks of disdain, had allowed themselves to be baptized as Catholics, as the colonization laws required. But Edmund knew that Mexico had come to perceive his countrymen as a nightmarishly avid race, a race of parasite worms that would eventually eat out the heart of the shaky republic.

But if a revolt came, he suspected it would not be limited to Texas. It might be a massive civil war in which the inhabitants of Texas, both Anglo and Mexican, would join with the citizens of Zacatecas and Coahuila and the Yucatán to overthrow President Santa Anna and replace him with another just like himself, another tyrant stalking his way to power in the guise of a republican reformer.

Either way, the war would be one more wave in a forever turbulent sea. Seven years before, travelling with the Boundary Commission on the Medina River, Edmund had stopped to sketch a frostweed flower and had noticed a whitened oval buried at the base of the plant. It was a skull, and when he stood up and inspected the nearby ground he discovered he had come upon an ossuary, a field of bleached human bones -- skulls and jawbones with loose, rattling teeth, scattered vertebrae, splintered femurs, and pelvic cradles. The bones marked the spot where another wave had passed back in 1813, when an alliance of Mexican and American adventurers had come charging into Texas, determined to pry it loose from Spain. Eight hundred of them had died here, their bodies left for the wolves.

He rode another five miles, his mind slowly twisting itself in thought, reaching for some connection between the scattered bones and the gray cranes spanning the sky. He felt an increasingly urgent need to find this linkage, to bind these images into a reassuring whole. But the world would not come together; it kept splintering apart. Professor looked up at him with deep concern.

"As I suspected," the dog said. "You have the ague."

Edmund could feel the warmth of the fever spreading through him.

"Have you seen these before?" Professor asked, standing in a sudden field of yellow flowers -- small star-shaped flowers, notched at the tips, the blossoms completely evolved though it was still only March. "One of the Compositae, of course, though previously undescribed."

Edmund peered at the flowers with fleeting interest. His morale was sinking, and a glimmer of rational thought told him he was in danger. He remembered his last attack of the ague, several years ago, as an almost pleasant experience. He had been collecting on the San Marcos River when he fell ill near the homestead of a family named Kenner. Hugh Kenner had claimed not to be a doctor -- at least not anymore; like practically every other American in Texas he was in flight from an obscurely troubled past -- but he had doctored Edmund all the same, binding him in tight bandages like a mummy to keep the shakes from rattling him to death, and then dosing him with Peruvian bark until the fever had gone off. Because of his skill, both the fever and the chills had been mild, and Edmund and Kenner had carried on a three-day conversation touching on everything from the treatment of hydrocephalic infants to their mutual distaste for the poetry of Byron, whose martyrdom in Greece had further annoyed them both.

But now Edmund had no Peruvian bark, and the fever was steadily enveloping him. In his delirium, Cabezon's ears assumed vast importance. He imagined that the ears, with their ceaseless twitching, were trying to communicate with him, the way Indians sometimes spoke in signs. It bothered him greatly that he could not decipher the message.

"What is she saying?" he asked Professor, possibly out loud.

But the dog had resumed being a dog and had no opinion.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 8, 2001

    Gates of the Alamo

    The author has filled this book with details that have surfaced since the 13 Day to Glory book came out. No battle has so inspired the world's imagination as much as this one, and no book has documented the events as well as this book. Even if you are not a Texan, or an Alamo buff, you will enjoy this read! Don't cut yourself short by ignoring this major effort!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 13, 2012

    One of the best historical novels I have ever read! Could not p

    One of the best historical novels I have ever read! Could not put it down because I just had to know what the next page contained. Highly recommend!!!

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  • Posted March 4, 2011

    Highly Recommended, A must read!

    This book was wonderful rich with detail of the land. The people jumped off the pages, you could feel what they were feeling, the land they were living or traveling in came alive.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2008

    Great historical fiction!

    This is a fabulous work of historical fiction. The author gives us a very believable set of characters that range from average folks swept up in the conflict to the leading figures of the day 'Santa Anna, Houston, Travis, Crockett, etc'. Meticulous attention to historical details make this not only entertaining, but an informative read as well. I'd recommend this for anyone, whether you are a history fan or not it's a great story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2001

    Gates of the Alamo

    This is a real 'Texas' story. Steve takes Texas history and makes it come alive. I think this book should be mandatory reading for all High School Seniors in Texas! The controversial scenes after the battle of the Alamo are priceless, and the Battle of San Jacinto segment sent me back to Baytown looking at the scene of the battle again. Keep up the good work, Steve!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2001

    Brings the days of the Alamo more realistic.

    You can almost smell the blood, sweat, and tears that were shed on that horrific day. The fear and bravery of the people who fought that day will forever echo in your mind.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2001

    Recommended

    Very readable history of the Alamo told in a most human way. You get all the points of view, Texans, Mexicans, outsiders, soldiers, officers, etc. A must for any Texan and I think everyone else will enjoy it as well. Remember the Alamo!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2001

    A slave's slant on the Alamo

    My wife gave me this book as a present. I groaned: not another Alamo book! But it held me from page one to the end. A book whose reputation is going to grow. ...The supporting character who haunts me is Joe, the black slave of 26 year old Colonel William Barret Travis, leader of the Alamo's defenders. Joe is almost liberated by two Spanish soldiers early in the siege of the old mission, survives and is freed by the victorious General Santa Anna. For his troubles the new Republic of Texas declares him the property of Travis's widow. Joe flees. Is arrested as a runaway slave. And flees again to reappear (in the novel) in Mexico nearly two decades later. Joe thinks about his situation a lot. ...The south Texas coastal plains town of Refugio is one of the geographic nodes of the novel. Hobart Huson of Refugio, the late great historian of those parts, once lauded the Republic of Mexico for its unflinching, never-ending opposition to that chattel slavery to introduce which many Anglo immigrants wrenched Texas away from Mexico. 'Travis's negro'--Joe, makes it impossible to forget a shameful aspect of otherwise often glorious Texas independence.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2000

    A LOOK INTO THE PAST

    Well played out until the end. This book gave a interesting look into other peoples lifes and emotions as it centered around a major event in Texas history. Good solid enjoyable reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2000

    Brilliant Historical Fiction

    This novel is a must for anyone who has an interest in the Alamo. The author deftly weaves the stories of three Texians and two Mexican soldiers whose destinies meet at the fabled mission. The book's brilliance lies in its ability to combine the nuances of everday life in 1836 Texas with the historical facts of the times. We are given a first person account of battle and insight into the minds of the attackers as well as the defenders. Great book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2000

    The Alamo revisited

    A splendid retelling of the battle of the Alamo. It is on a par with 'Lonesome Dove' in story telling and characterization. The personalities are well fleshed out, from Crockett to Santa Anna. Life in Texas was never boring and this book will keep your interest from waning even beyond the last page.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2000

    Best novel of the Alamo battle

    Simply stated, Stephen Harrigan¿s The Gates of the Alamo is the best novel ever published about the Battle of the Alamo. The author drew from a deep well of background research, and he displays a sound understanding of the time, the place, and the people of Texas during the revolt of 1835 and 1836. In every possible respect this book has the ring of truth and authenticity, and it abounds with thoughtful insight. The author¿s descriptive powers are formidable, and the reader will feel the sights, sounds, and smells of a bygone world. The main characters include Texans and Mexicans, and both sides are portrayed fairly and with sympathy. The author's narration of the final battle for the Alamo probably comes as close as we will ever get to the truth of what that savage contest was like. The endpapers feature Gary Zaboly¿s two helpful aerial perspectives of the Alamo compound and San Antonio de Bexar. I recommend this book in the highest terms and without reservation!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2000

    Vibrant historical fiction

    From the first page this large and satisfying book, you know you are in the hands of a master. Stephen Harrigan not only knows his Texas history like nobody's business, but he knows how to create characters we immediately care about, and builds suspense regarding a historical event with a well-known outcome. Using a mix of Northamerican, Mexican and Tejano characters both real and imagined, we see what life in Mexican Texas was like. One major character, Edmund McGowan, is a naturalist in the employ of the Mexican government who sees no reason to break away. The mysterious end to that income sends him to Mexico City to find out what's happened. The possible breakaway of Texas is the talk of the town, and although Edmund insists that many of Mexico's Texas citizens are perfectly happy (settlers had to become citizens and Catholics in order to own land) a Mexico City barber sets him straight: 'Ah, but these days one can only be a Mexican in one's soul. It is very difficult to be a citizen when one's government is so inconstant.' Also on this trip he meets Stephen Austin, fresh from prison following his latest attempt to have a rational dialogue with Mexican president Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna, and Juan Almonte, an intelligent and powerful Mexican nobleman, all of whom will play major parts later in the book. McGowan's relationship with widow Mary Mott, who runs an inn on the Texas coast, adds a deep personal note to their troubled times, as does the tie between the Mexican sergeant Blas and a mysteries Maya girl. The roster of character is large, but each one is sharply drawn and memorable. The siege of the Alamo is exciting and unromantic. Some of its heroes emerge as quite heroic, others portrayed as regular people fighting for their lives. The heroism is not confined to the defenders of the Alamo: many Mexican officers were horrified at Santa Anna's insistence on killing everyone in the fort. I'm not sure I agree with using a 1911 Alamo parade as familiar bookending device used to encase the story, but what the hell, I enjoyed reading it anyway.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2000

    A very different take on the Alamo

    This book is the story of the Alamo from the point of view of common people, caught up in a great event. It reminds me of Lonesome Dove. It also portrays Mexico in a more sympathetic light than one is accustomed to..A wonderful read...

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