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Rifles for Watie by Harold Keith
Book Summary InformationAuthor: Harold Keith Brand: Harper Collins Publishers Edition: Paperback Audio: English (Unknown); English (Original Language); English (Published) Published: 1987-09-25 ISBN: 006447030X Number of pages: 352 Publisher: HarperTeen
Book Reviews of Rifles for WatieBook Review: Among American Civil War novels, there is none greater. Summary: 5 Stars
332 pages long- it was in 1957, anyway- and first published in hardback in 1957 by the Thomas Y. Crowell Company, Harold Keith's "Rifles For Watie" is a kind of novel rarely ever seen. In fact, I have never seen another quite like it, before or since. I can't quite say it to be the greatest novel I've ever read- Pat Conroy's "The Lords of Discipline" retains that title with me- but it is a close second, and most of all it is the all-around best novel focusing on the American Civil War that I have ever seen.
I first picked up a copy of "Rifles For Watie" when I was in elementary school. I don't recall which edition or printing it was- the copy I have now is a 1957 hardcover, second printing- but I recall that I enjoyed reading it immensely and to this day I credit "Rifles For Watie" with greatly increasing my interest in reading. It wasn't even a book we were required to read in class, which was a real shame. The Henrico County K-12 public school system ignored "Rifles For Watie" but simply couldn't get enough of rubbish like "The Pearl" and "Brave New World", both of which I loathe to this day for the mediocre-at-best works of literature that they are. I do recall being required to read one Civil War novel at one point- the lamentably bland "Across Five Aprils"- but that isn't much next to the honest, simple brilliance of Harold Keith's novel.
This book's honest, simple, yet deep and complex nature is the very essence of why it's so good. It is the result of five years' work by the author, and if you know about him before reading, or learn about him after, you'll realize that Keith really knew what he was writing about. The Western front of the Civil War, much neglected by most authors, happened in the exact area of the US that Harold Keith lived, Oklahoma.
Jefferson Davis Bussey, in the wake of a pro-slavery bushwhackers' attack on his family's farm, decides to head to Fort Leavenworth, Kansas and join up. Several friends living nearby follow him, and they do not return for more than three years. The storyline sees Jeff, honest, stubborn, and brave, stand up to the cruel injustice of the cowardly, self-serving Captain Asa Clardy, go from infantryman to cavalryman to scout, earn a Medal of Honor at the Battle of Prarie Grove, serve in both armies and fall completely in love with a girl whose fiery patriotism and stubborn, hard-headed manner are a perfect match for Jeff's. He survives when so many around him fall, and is lucky from beginning to end. Jeff is even luckier in that when he finally returns home, having travelled over 100 miles on foot in escaping Stand Watie's army and convinced the bloodhound sent after him to switch sides, he is not cynical, not bitter or in any lasting way mentally or spiritually harmed by war. He has learned to keep faith when nothing else remains, and to keep going when many would see no point. He single-handedly ends the illicit shipping and sale of Spencer repeating rifles to Stand Watie's troops, done by no other than the treacherous Captain Clardy. It is true justice that both Jeff and Clardy both meet the fates each of them deserves. Jeff goes home alive, while the many dark deeds Clardy has committed throughout his life finally return to visit him.
Jeff is the kind of young man America and the world will never have enough of- simple, honest, and fierecely dedicated to his chosen causes and ideals. In my mind, he earned the Medal of Honor many more times than the one he was given it.
I'll always wonder why books like this are not more common reading in American schools, public and private. And by the way- since I have begun reading over reviews of this book that others have posted, I feel compelled to comment on the idea of making this book into a movie. I am if anything opposed to the idea. Because "Rifles For Watie" is a brilliant, truly great work of literature. Of literature. Not of film. I have seen many books adapted to film over my 19 years, and while I've seen a few done very well I've seen more done very badly. I think "Rifles For Watie" should always be kept in printed form, where the imagination reigns supreme and nobody conjures up the images for you.
Summary of Rifles for WatieJeff Bussey walked briskly up the rutted wagon road toward Fort Leavenworth on his way to join the Union volunteers. It was 1861 in Linn County, Kansas, and Jeff was elated at the prospect of fighting for the North at last. In the Indian country south of Kansas there was dread in the air; and the name, Stand Watie, was on every tongue. A hero to the rebel, a devil to the Union man, Stand Watie led the Cherokee Indian Na-tion fearlessly and successfully on savage raids behind the Union lines. Jeff came to know the Watie men only too well. He was probably the only soldier in the West to see the Civil War from both sides and live to tell about it. Amid the roar of cannon and the swish of flying grape, Jeff learned what it meant to fight in battle. He learned how it felt never to have enough to eat, to forage for his food or starve. He saw the green fields of Kansas and Okla-homa laid waste by Watie's raiding parties, homes gutted, precious corn deliberately uprooted. He marched endlessly across parched, hot land, through mud and slash-ing rain, always hungry, always dirty and dog-tired. And, Jeff, plain-spoken and honest, made friends and enemies. The friends were strong men like Noah Babbitt, the itinerant printer who once walked from Topeka to Galveston to see the magnolias in bloom; boys like Jimmy Lear, too young to carry a gun but old enough to give up his life at Cane Hill; ugly, big-eared Heifer, who made the best sourdough biscuits in the Choctaw country; and beautiful Lucy Washbourne, rebel to the marrow and proud of it. The enemies were men of an-other breed - hard-bitten Captain Clardy for one, a cruel officer with hatred for Jeff in his eyes and a dark secret on his soul. This is a rich and sweeping novel-rich in its panorama of history; in its details so clear that the reader never doubts for a moment that he is there; in its dozens of different people, each one fully realized and wholly recognizable. It is a story of a lesser -- known part of the Civil War, the Western campaign, a part different in its issues and its problems, and fought with a different savagery. Inexorably it moves to a dramat-ic climax, evoking a brilliant picture of a war and the men of both sides who fought in it.
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