A Western That is Truly West and Past
I had nearly given up on reading Westerns as the newer ones I have are written with our modern morals and language. Ms. Ward uses the language of the class & region, which makes The Man from Shenandoah so real. The book gives us joyous times but doesn¿t pass lightly over the hardships of the time. The author draws a character in such human warmth and depth that you have no trouble remembering who is whom. I don¿t know how a woman can write so well from a man¿s viewpoint; but, as she illustrates so well, men didn¿t understand women in the old West any better than they do now, but well, we women have always understood enough for both sexes! I love the dialogue that eases us into seeing from Carl Owens'eyes. His thoughts and words flow so clearly that we come to know him well. Carl is not given to flowery speeches. He can be complex; at times makes some pretty humorous mistakes, and he doesn¿t like to apologize for them. He¿s pretty good at laughing at himself however. Carl's values and his honor cause him no end of conflict with his family and others throughout his story. Often a western (especially one with romance included) doesn¿t sketch the family at all. I liked this one because the main character was not the 'silent loner with no family to teach him love and values' hero. The better part of the characters in this novel were members of warm, loving, laughing, arguing and flawed families. It was a joy to get to know them. Ms. Ward paints vivid night skies, warm sun on your face and makes you wish you could lie down to contemplate the clouds in a meadow surrounded by quakies (Aspen trees to those not native to the Rockies). Colorado, Wyoming, Utah and Arizona have been my playgrounds all my life and the journey into past memories was achingly sweet. A young girl threw her arms up over her head, whirled around in a meadow full of wildflowers and cried ¿I love you, Colorado, you¿re beautiful.¿ This Colorado girl was so homesick she cried too - tears. Ms. Ward's characters worked `danged hard¿ and they went down to the ¿crick¿ to get water. Arizonan¿s give me such strange looks when I talk about the dry cricks here. Well, human nature being what it is, there were people I loved and people I could do without but loved to hate. I was also a bit humbled by the women, who reminded me of my great-grandmother. She was a bit like Ellen Bates. Now give us our sequel - it's so hard to wait! I can't leave you without also mentioning that the cover is to die for. Yummy!
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