Helpful Score: 5
Normally I'm not what's known as a "cover junkie," but the cover of The Homesman showing a lone sod house in endless waves of prairie grass under an eternity of sky grabbed me. When I read the synopsis, I knew I had a purchase to make. Decades ago I remember coming across a comment in a history book which stated that women in those "soddies" out on the Great Plains had been known to go insane just from loneliness and the ceaseless keening of the wind. That was all that was said, but those words stuck in my mind like a burr. Now here was a novel in which the story of these lost voices could be heard.
Author Glendon Swarthout was always more interested in the losers in the Old West. What happened to them? What were their stories? In doing research, he didn't find much about what was done about people who were mentally ill, and what he did find was about the men-- who were likely to die of exposure or disease, to become alcoholics, or even to be shot down like rabid dogs in some out-of-the-way corner. But what happened to the women? Even back in the 1850s you couldn't just shoot a woman. The Homesman is Swarthout's solution, and it is spare, poetic, and brutally honest.
Superficially it is the simple tale of a man and a woman taking four helpless women cross country in a wagon to get them the sort care that they need. But the troubles Mary Bee and Briggs encounter on the trail, the people they meet, and just their close proximity to each other, begin to change them in subtle ways. This book is heartbreaking, it is brutal, and it is shocking. It tells a tale that many readers aren't particularly going to want to read, and perhaps that's the exact reason why they should read it. This is a story about the losers, those who were completely lost to history. The reasons why these beleaguered people failed were never going to be pretty or cheerful, but they should be remembered.
As I read, I began to feel cheated that the four women being taken back to Iowa didn't have any real dialogue or interaction with the others. Then I just had to shake my head at my own foolishness. The four women in The Homesman had been bludgeoned past caring by work with no end, by giving birth to one baby after another, by the brutal vagaries of the weather, and often by cruelty from their own husbands. These women had completely given up; they had been reduced to things that needed to be moved from Point A to Point B.
No, it's Mary Bee and Briggs who carry the load of thinking and conversation and action, and even their stories don't go as most readers would like. But as shocking as their tales may be, Swarthout plants clues all along the trail for us to notice. I was completely under this book's spell, and even though I didn't like how everything turned out, I still loved it. Now I'm looking forward to how Hollywood treats a very un-Hollywood novel. It will be interesting.
Author Glendon Swarthout was always more interested in the losers in the Old West. What happened to them? What were their stories? In doing research, he didn't find much about what was done about people who were mentally ill, and what he did find was about the men-- who were likely to die of exposure or disease, to become alcoholics, or even to be shot down like rabid dogs in some out-of-the-way corner. But what happened to the women? Even back in the 1850s you couldn't just shoot a woman. The Homesman is Swarthout's solution, and it is spare, poetic, and brutally honest.
Superficially it is the simple tale of a man and a woman taking four helpless women cross country in a wagon to get them the sort care that they need. But the troubles Mary Bee and Briggs encounter on the trail, the people they meet, and just their close proximity to each other, begin to change them in subtle ways. This book is heartbreaking, it is brutal, and it is shocking. It tells a tale that many readers aren't particularly going to want to read, and perhaps that's the exact reason why they should read it. This is a story about the losers, those who were completely lost to history. The reasons why these beleaguered people failed were never going to be pretty or cheerful, but they should be remembered.
As I read, I began to feel cheated that the four women being taken back to Iowa didn't have any real dialogue or interaction with the others. Then I just had to shake my head at my own foolishness. The four women in The Homesman had been bludgeoned past caring by work with no end, by giving birth to one baby after another, by the brutal vagaries of the weather, and often by cruelty from their own husbands. These women had completely given up; they had been reduced to things that needed to be moved from Point A to Point B.
No, it's Mary Bee and Briggs who carry the load of thinking and conversation and action, and even their stories don't go as most readers would like. But as shocking as their tales may be, Swarthout plants clues all along the trail for us to notice. I was completely under this book's spell, and even though I didn't like how everything turned out, I still loved it. Now I'm looking forward to how Hollywood treats a very un-Hollywood novel. It will be interesting.
Helpful Score: 3
Haunting and bittersweet. An riveting account of frontier life you never hear about. I thought the movie was excellent, but the book blew me away since it gave more detail into the thoughts of Mary Bee, Griggs, and even the afflicted women's personal experiences. I wish there could have been a happier ending in the traditional sense, but there simply was no sugarcoating its realistic and stark details. What a heart-wrenching, difficult life. Fascinating. Highly recommended at 5 stars.
Helpful Score: 2
This was an excellent book, easy to read, yet possessing depth. Mr. Swarthout doesn't tell you any lies.
There is an event that occurs in the book which you don't expect at all. And the reason that you don't expect it, is that it is not how Hollywood generally does things. It made alot of sense if you are actually putting yourself into the 1850s frontier, and not in romantic, perfectly happy ending Hollywood.
That being said, the book was very good, the end was satisfying, and if it took me somewhere I didn't expect to go, so much the better. It's not like I was on safari - I was never in any real danger - and it gave me compassion for people from whom I might be more naturally inclined to avert my eyes. These folks - Briggs, Cuddy, and the frontier wives - deserve to be seen, as their essences surely still exist today in others.
There is an event that occurs in the book which you don't expect at all. And the reason that you don't expect it, is that it is not how Hollywood generally does things. It made alot of sense if you are actually putting yourself into the 1850s frontier, and not in romantic, perfectly happy ending Hollywood.
That being said, the book was very good, the end was satisfying, and if it took me somewhere I didn't expect to go, so much the better. It's not like I was on safari - I was never in any real danger - and it gave me compassion for people from whom I might be more naturally inclined to avert my eyes. These folks - Briggs, Cuddy, and the frontier wives - deserve to be seen, as their essences surely still exist today in others.
