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"In the aftermath of the Civil War, an aging itinerant news reader agrees to transport a young captive of the Kiowa back to her people in this exquisitely rendered, morally complex, multilayered novel of historical fiction from the author of Enemy Women that explores the boundaries of family, responsibility, honor, and trust. In the wake of the Civil War, Captain Jefferson Kyle Kidd travels through northern Texas, giving live readings from newspapers to paying audiences hungry for news of the world. An elderly widower who has lived through three wars and fought in two of them, the captain enjoys his rootless, solitary existence. In Wichita Falls, he is offered a $50 gold piece to deliver a young orphan to her relatives in San Antonio. Four years earlier, a band of Kiowa raiders killed Johanna's parents and sister; sparing the little girl, they raised her as one of their own. Recently rescued by the U.S. army, the ten-year-old has once again been torn away from the only home she knows. Their 400-mile journey south through unsettled territory and unforgiving terrain proves difficult and at times dangerous. Johanna has forgotten the English language, tries to escape at every opportunity, throws away her shoes, and refuses to act "civilized." Yet as the miles pass, the two lonely survivors tentatively begin to trust each other, forming a bond that marks the difference between life and death in this treacherous land. Arriving in San Antonio, the reunion is neither happy nor welcome. The captain must hand Johanna over to an aunt and uncle she does not remember--strangers who regard her as an unwanted burden. A respectable man, Captain Kidd is faced with a terrible choice: abandon the girl to her fate or become--in the eyes of the law--a kidnapper himself"--… (meer)
sturlington: These are both historical novels about the relationship that forms between an orphan and an adult. Both seem like old-fashioned stories, in a good way, and will warm your heart.
CHARACTERS: (Not comprehensive) Jefferson Kyle Kidd - Septarian News reader Johanna - Ten year old child who has adapted to the ways of her Indian captors and does not seem to remember any other life.
SUMMARY/ EVALUATION: How I picked it: Recommended by my fellow audiobook fan and long-time friend, Cindy Huffman. What it’s about: AN aging gentleman who travels about northern Texas reading the World News to communities for a living, who is approached with a request to deliver a (cantankerous) freed captive orphan girl to her family for a fee. What I thought: Great, moving story with interesting characters and plot.
AUTHOR: Paulette Jiles: “Paulette Jiles (aka Paulette K. Jiles, Paulette Jiles-Johnson) (born 4 April 1943) is an American poet, memoirist, and novelist.” __Wikipedia
NARRATOR: Grover Gardner: “Grover Gardner (b 1956)[1] is an American narrator of audiobooks. As of May 2018, he has narrated over 1,200 books.[2] He was the Publishers Weekly "Audiobook Narrator of the Year" (2005) and is among AudioFile magazine's "Best Voices of the Century".[2]” __ Wikipedia
SUBJECTS: World News; Indians; Children kidnapped by Indians; family reunion; bonding; adjusting; poverty
DEDICATION For friends on long trails: Susan, June, April, Nancy, Caroline, Wanda, Evelyn, and Rita Wightman Whippet
SAMPLE QUOTATION: From Chapter 1 “Captain Kidd thought it was going to be about the Fifteenth Amendment but it was not. Yes sir, Captain Kidd, would you come with me? Britt straightened and lifted his hat to his head and so did Dennis and Paint. Britt said, I got a problem in my wagon. She seemed to be about ten years old, dressed in the horse Indians’ manner in a deerskin shift with four rows of elk teeth sewn across the front. A thick blanket was pulled over her shoulders. Her hair was the color of maple sugar and in it she wore two down puffs bound onto a lock of her hair by their minute spines and also bound with a thin thread was a wing-feather from a golden eagle slanting between them. She sat perfectly composed, wearing the feather and a necklace of glass beads as if they were costly adornments. Her eyes were blue and her skin that odd bright color that occurs when fair skin has been burned and weathered by the sun. She had no more expression than an egg. I see, said Captain Kidd. I see. He had his black coat collar turned up against the rain and the cold and a thick wool muffler around his neck. His breath moved out of his nose in clouds. He bit his lower lip on the left side and thought about what he was looking at in the light of the kerosene hurricane lantern Britt held up. In some strange way it made his skin crawl. I am astonished, he said. The child seems artificial as well as malign. Britt had backed one of his wagons under the roof of the fairway at the livery stable. It didn’t fit all the way in. The front half of the wagon and the driver’s seat was wild with the drumming noise of the rain and a bright lift of rain-spray surrounded it. The back end was under shelter and they all stood there and regarded the girl the way people do when they come upon something strange they have caught in a trap, something alien whose taxonomy is utterly unknown and probably dangerous. The girl sat on a bale of Army shirts. In the light of the lantern her eyes reflected a thin and glassy blue. She watched them, she watched every movement, every lift of a hand. Her eyes moved but her head was still."
It was good, not necessarily great. I saw the film first, so I was picturing the actors when I read about the characters. I don't like when authors don't used quotation marks, so that was distracting for me. I also had trouble deciphering some of Johanna's words, when she was trying to relearn the Engllish language. And when using Kiowa words I had to Google them. Anyway, Joanna's family is killed by Kiowa, and she is taken captive by the tribe. Eventually she is "rescued" and Captain Kidd, someone who travels and reads newspaper articles to paying customers, agrees to return her to her aunt and uncle. The relationship between Captain and Joanna, and the softening of an old man's heart, are the best parts of the book. Joanna's re-entry into the white world is slow and painful, yet toward the end it seems like some of it was a bit unbelievable. Without giving too much away, I thought it wrapped up a bit too neatly at the end. A good read. A fast read. ( )
At Wichita Falls in 1870 Captain( late of the CSA) Jefferson Kane Kidd was paid $50 by two freedmen to transport 10 year old Johanna Leonberger to her relatives at Castorville TX. Johanna was taken captive when she was 4 by the Kiowa after her parents and sister were brutally killed. Kidd agrees, buys a wagon and together the two start off on a perilous journery of over 400 miles of the untamed Texas frontier. To earn money Kidd buys papers from across the country and abroad to read at small towns along the way. In this was he spreads news of the world to people who otherwise had no knowledge of. To make matters more difficult, Johanna no longer speaks English but only Kiowa. Jiles paints with words the harshness of not only the land but the people Kidd and Johanna encountered. After reading this novel, I understand why it was made into a major motion picture. My only complaint is there are no quotations use with the characters dialogue. Having said that, this is a book not to be missed. ( )
Good book, fairly quick read. The story involves an older man in the 1860s after the war, making a living by travelling from town to town in Texas reading the news to the local people. He accepts a job of transporting a young girl who had been captured by the Kiowa four years ago to her relatives in San Antonio. The story unfolds from there, the difficulties of the journey, how the girl learned to trust him, and how in some ways she changed from Kiowa to her former self, but never completely. ( )
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
For friends on the long trails: Susan, June, April, Nancy, Caroline, Wanda, Evelyn, and Rita Wightman Whippet
Eerste woorden
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Captain Kidd laid out the Boston Morning Journal on the lectern and began to read from the article on the Fifteenth Amendment.
Citaten
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Britt's own wife and two children had been taken captive six years ago, in 1864, and he had gone out and got them back. Nobody knew quite how he had done it. He seemed to have some celestial protection about him when he rode out alone on the Red Rolling Plains, a place which seemed to invite both death and dangers. Britt had taken on the task of rescuing others, a dark man, cunning and strong and fast like a nightjar in the midnight air.
Long bright crawls of water slid across the livery stable floor and took up the light of the lantern like a luminous stain and the roof shook with the percussion of drops as big as nickels.
A light drizzle drifted through the landscape of cranky post oak trees whose limbs did not have six inches of straight any of in them.
Then she seemed to struggle with a tangled thing inside her head, something knotted that would not unknot.
Above and behind them the Dipper turned on its great handle as if to pour night itself out onto the dreaming continent and each of its seven stars gleamed from between the fitful passing clouds.
Some people were born unsupplied with a human conscience and those people needed killing.
Well speak up, then, said the Captain. Stop your goddamn dithering. I hate dithering.
No. Absolutely not. No. No scalping. He lifted her up and swung her over the ledges of stone and then followed. He said, It is considered very impolite.
Captain Kidd looked up and enviously considered the chickens—so daft, so stupid, so uninformed.
Leaf shadows like laughter ran over their faces.
Cultures were mine fields.
He said, Old people cry easily, my dear. One of the afflictions of age.
Whatever woman had raised these five boys must now be in the county asylum, if Lampasas County had one, and if they did not, they had best build one soon.
He looked as if he had combed his stiff yellow hair with a skillet.
He had decided to avoid the Horrell brothers at all cost, but the Horrell brothers found them.
The hills fell away behind them until they were nothing more than an uneven blue line on the horizon.
Somewhere ahead were strange white people she could only remember as if in poorly lit lantern slides called aunt and uncle and that they were going to them.
Springtime birds shot up out of the tall grass and to his right lay that long blue serrated line of the hills they had just left, distant and somehow safe.
The girl had become blank again, blank as bone.
He handed over the papers and stood in silence as if in a winter blizzard.
His hands looked as bony and wrinkled as those of a catacomb mummy.
Laatste woorden
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
He said he had a message to deliver, contents unknown.
"In the aftermath of the Civil War, an aging itinerant news reader agrees to transport a young captive of the Kiowa back to her people in this exquisitely rendered, morally complex, multilayered novel of historical fiction from the author of Enemy Women that explores the boundaries of family, responsibility, honor, and trust. In the wake of the Civil War, Captain Jefferson Kyle Kidd travels through northern Texas, giving live readings from newspapers to paying audiences hungry for news of the world. An elderly widower who has lived through three wars and fought in two of them, the captain enjoys his rootless, solitary existence. In Wichita Falls, he is offered a $50 gold piece to deliver a young orphan to her relatives in San Antonio. Four years earlier, a band of Kiowa raiders killed Johanna's parents and sister; sparing the little girl, they raised her as one of their own. Recently rescued by the U.S. army, the ten-year-old has once again been torn away from the only home she knows. Their 400-mile journey south through unsettled territory and unforgiving terrain proves difficult and at times dangerous. Johanna has forgotten the English language, tries to escape at every opportunity, throws away her shoes, and refuses to act "civilized." Yet as the miles pass, the two lonely survivors tentatively begin to trust each other, forming a bond that marks the difference between life and death in this treacherous land. Arriving in San Antonio, the reunion is neither happy nor welcome. The captain must hand Johanna over to an aunt and uncle she does not remember--strangers who regard her as an unwanted burden. A respectable man, Captain Kidd is faced with a terrible choice: abandon the girl to her fate or become--in the eyes of the law--a kidnapper himself"--
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(Print: October 4, 2016;978-0062409201; William Morrow; 224 pages)
*Audio: 8/25/2020; 9780063041554; HarperAudio; duration 06:42:05 (6 parts); Unabridged.
(Digital: Yes)
(Film: Yes).
SERIES
N/A
CHARACTERS: (Not comprehensive)
Jefferson Kyle Kidd - Septarian News reader
Johanna - Ten year old child who has adapted to the ways of her Indian captors and does not seem to remember any other life.
SUMMARY/ EVALUATION:
How I picked it: Recommended by my fellow audiobook fan and long-time friend, Cindy Huffman.
What it’s about: AN aging gentleman who travels about northern Texas reading the World News to communities for a living, who is approached with a request to deliver a (cantankerous) freed captive orphan girl to her family for a fee.
What I thought: Great, moving story with interesting characters and plot.
AUTHOR:
Paulette Jiles:
“Paulette Jiles (aka Paulette K. Jiles, Paulette Jiles-Johnson) (born 4 April 1943) is an American poet, memoirist, and novelist.” __Wikipedia
NARRATOR:
Grover Gardner:
“Grover Gardner (b 1956)[1] is an American narrator of audiobooks. As of May 2018, he has narrated over 1,200 books.[2] He was the Publishers Weekly "Audiobook Narrator of the Year" (2005) and is among AudioFile magazine's "Best Voices of the Century".[2]” __ Wikipedia
Grover does an excellent narration!
GENRE:
Fiction; Literature; Western; Historical Fiction
LOCATIONS:
Texas
TIME FRAME
Post American Civil War
SUBJECTS:
World News; Indians; Children kidnapped by Indians; family reunion; bonding; adjusting; poverty
DEDICATION
For friends on long trails: Susan, June, April, Nancy, Caroline, Wanda, Evelyn, and Rita Wightman Whippet
SAMPLE QUOTATION:
From Chapter 1
“Captain Kidd thought it was going to be about the Fifteenth Amendment but it was not.
Yes sir, Captain Kidd, would you come with me? Britt straightened and lifted his hat to his head and so did Dennis and Paint. Britt said, I got a problem in my wagon.
She seemed to be about ten years old, dressed in the horse Indians’ manner in a deerskin shift with four rows of elk teeth sewn across the front. A thick blanket was pulled over her shoulders. Her hair was the color of maple sugar and in it she wore two down puffs bound onto a lock of her hair by their minute spines and also bound with a thin thread was a wing-feather from a golden eagle slanting between them. She sat perfectly composed, wearing the feather and a necklace of glass beads as if they were costly adornments. Her eyes were blue and her skin that odd bright color that occurs when fair skin has been burned and weathered by the sun. She had no more expression than an egg.
I see, said Captain Kidd. I see.
He had his black coat collar turned up against the rain and the cold and a thick wool muffler around his neck. His breath moved out of his nose in clouds. He bit his lower lip on the left side and thought about what he was looking at in the light of the kerosene hurricane lantern Britt held up. In some strange way it made his skin crawl.
I am astonished, he said. The child seems artificial as well as malign.
Britt had backed one of his wagons under the roof of the fairway at the livery stable. It didn’t fit all the way in. The front half of the wagon and the driver’s seat was wild with the drumming noise of the rain and a bright lift of rain-spray surrounded it. The back end was under shelter and they all stood there and regarded the girl the way people do when they come upon something strange they have caught in a trap, something alien whose taxonomy is utterly unknown and probably dangerous. The girl sat on a bale of Army shirts. In the light of the lantern her eyes reflected a thin and glassy blue. She watched them, she watched every movement, every lift of a hand. Her eyes moved but her head was still."
RATING:
4 stars.
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