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310 pages, Hardcover
First published May 14, 2024
”Mother Jones, in her black dress, looked back and forth over the crowd, looking into the faces of her boys. A hardscrabble lot, wide-eyed like nocturnal creatures, accustomed to toiling in the dark chambers of the mines. Hard men—no other survived this kind of life. Their red bandanas looped their necks like those of wild bronco riders or a whole army of Billy the Kids. Mother’s heart moved in her chest as they cried to her.”
“Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored. . . .”
“The same melody passed through his soul through so many songs, jumping from one hymn to the next, animating the stories they told. From the “Battle Hymn of the Republic” to “John Brown’s Body,” from the Union anthem to the bawdy ballad of Davy Crockett they’d made up on the mountain. . .”
“Mine eyes have seen the rising of the army of the mines,
We are trampling out the trenches where the King of Coal abides,
We have loosed the fateful lightning of ten thousand strengthened minds,
The Rednecks are march-ing on!”
“Cut this,” he said, setting the paper on the table, striking a sentence with his thumbnail, hard enough to leave a crease: Gaunt-faced women, barefooted and expressionless watched the troops pass. Some of them waved half-heartedly.Bottom line: I can’t recommend this book highly enough. If you are thinking about reading this, stop thinking and start reading.
“No sob stuff for these Rednecks,” he said. He went on cutting and deleting, killing more lines, turning images into ghosts. People who once existed in the story were cut out. They disappeared between the lines, into the margins, like they’d never been.
Sparkes ground his teeth. He’d followed the American Expeditionary Force across Europe in the Great War, working on the bloody edge of the campaign, and never faced such a knife. The man before him seemed so sure of himself, so certain of his rightness. “No patriotic stuff from these people,” he said, cutting another line.
“You seem pretty cavalier about this, Major. You’re cutting awfully close with the United States Constitution right now, don’t you think?”
Bad Tony raised one eye at him. “All that time on the front lines, writing your stories, and you ain’t learned how it works yet. ’Tis the victor who writes the history—”
“And counts the dead. Yes, I know the quote.”
my initial quick thoughts:
read the audiobook
Quite more violent than I expected, but reading some of the history this book stays true to what happened. Shocking!