(453 ppp)
Yossarian is deservedly a classic character; the book is also a classic.
I found the schtick a bit much in the early going, but grew to like the book. Yossarian wasn't such a bad/thoughtless guy.
Recommended by (and borrowed from) CPG.
Too often I read a book, and then quickly forget most of it (or all of it, for less memorable works). I'm hoping this site helps me remember at least something of what I read. (Blog commenced July 2006. Earlier posts are taken from book notes.) (Very occasional notes about movies or concerts may also appear here from time to time.)
"To compensate a little for the treachery and weakness of my memory, so extreme that it has happened to me more than once to pick up again, as recent and unknown to me, books which I had read carefully a few years before . . . I have adopted the habit for some time now of adding at the end of each book . . . the time I finished reading it and the judgment I have derived of it as a whole, so that this may represent to me at least the sense and general idea I had conceived of the author in reading it." (Montaigne, Book II, Essay 10 (publ. 1580))
Yossarian is deservedly a classic character; the book is also a classic.
I found the schtick a bit much in the early going, but grew to like the book. Yossarian wasn't such a bad/thoughtless guy.
Recommended by (and borrowed from) CPG.
All the Pretty Horses (302 pages)
16-year-old John Grady Cole (protagonist) and best friend (Rawlins) depart for Mexico in 1949 - little to keep them home in Texas as ranch where protagonist grew up was being sold following his grandfather's death and as part of his parents splitting. They intend to find work on a ranch and see what develops. Encounter Blevins (and his too-good horse) while crossing into Mexico; he seems to be about 13. Blevins's horse is stolen; they help him steal it back; this has some consequences. Cole and Rawlins find work on a huge ranch - old school Mexican wealth. Cole in particular has superior skills with horses and gets promoted. Adventures; Rawlins back to Texas and Cole follows briefly.
The Crossing (426 pages)
Story line starts just before WWII. Liked it better. Billy Parham obsessed with wolves from earliest; ends up trapping one that had strayed up to New Mexico from Mexico; decides to return it. Long discussions of trapping technique; many adventures escorting a wolf through this kind of terrain.
Eventually returns to NM to find out his parents were killed (and horses stolen by killers); picks up his younger brother (Boyd) and they head into Mexico, with an idea of retrieving the horses; they encounter lots of adventures. Billy makes a third trip to Mexico, alone.
Cities of the Plain (292 pages)
Story line starts in 1952. John Grady Cole and Billy Parham (protagonists of the first two novels in the trilogy) are working on a ranch in New Mexico - near Mexican border, El Paso. Their way of life is dying out; land being taken by defense department. John Grady falls in love but problems. Epilogue shows Billy as an old man.
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The trilogy is very much worth reading - I much enjoyed. We've lived in Arizona since 1986 and it's easy to be captivated by author's description of SW scenes. So much about horses - I personally don't know anything about them, but the descriptions are continually interesting. Youthful protagonists seem a bit too accomplished, but that's a minor criticism. Northern Mexico in hard times; in book 2 with its late 1930s setting - many folks with vivid recall of the messy 1910 revolution and its even messier aftermath.
Wonderful discussions of the countryside; what rural Mexico may have felt like in those days; without romanticizing - some rough characters, rule of law more an idea than reality. Generosity of poor people. Lead characters are interesting.
“But you show for it yourself, Carl. I'd rather have had your freedom than my land.”
Carl shook his head mournfully. “Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere. Here you are an individual, you have a background of your own, you would be missed. But off there in the cities there are thousands of rolling stones like me. We are all alike; we have no ties, we know nobody, we own nothing. When one of us dies, they scarcely know where to bury him. Our landlady and the delicatessen man are our mourners, and we leave nothing behind us but a frock-coat and a fiddle, or an easel, or a typewriter, or whatever tool we got our living by. All we have ever managed to do is to pay our rent, the exorbitant rent that one has to pay for a few square feet of space near the heart of things. We have no house, no place, no people of our own. We live in the streets, in the parks, in the theatres. We sit in restaurants and concert halls and look about at the hundreds of our own kind and shudder.”
(360 pages)