19. Review a Book You’ve Read Recently
What? Two book reviews…in one day? BUT YES! CUE THE ANGELIC CHOIR!
Okay, that’s not an angelic choir, but you get my point.
Now, for those of you history fans like me, you know that there’s usually two sides to history: there’s the real, gritty history, and then there’s Hollywood history. For instance, take the Wild, Wild West, a time of noble cowboys and sheriffs, nasty bandits who get thrown into jail every time they commit a crime, and the (racist) Indian tribes whom are usually played by white people (looking at you, Johnny Depp).
Or you can take that particular time period in American history for what it really was: a place of little to no hygiene, crooked sheriffs who are as crooked as the criminals, and a very lenient government who is more in favor of “laissez faire” than actually doing their job. It is this version of history that author Catherine M. Valente uses in her novel Six-Gun Snow White.
This novel kind of ties in to a previous post I did about Snow White, and to be fair, I did want to publish this book review with that particular Disney Monday post. But, life happened, and here we are. So, how does this novel compare to the original fairy tale?
Pretty darn well, actually.
No, Snow White is not a princess with skin as white as snow in this novel. Instead, she’s a half-White, half-Native American girl who’s skin is as dark as her mother Crow That Sings. Her father, Mr. H, is a pretty rich, pretty greedy man, and is often gone, leaving his little daughter in the care of his second wife Mrs. H, a primadonna fashionista who’s got a flair for magic, and a deep hatred for her darker skinned stepdaughter for what I can only assume are racist reasons (who is prettier than the other is often up for debate).
Snow White, her name cruelly given to her by her stepmother, runs away from home without worrying about Mrs. H killing her. Instead of becoming the doll of her family, she runs away on her horse Charming, with her gun that’s laced on the handle with pearls, and encounters many things about the Wild West: working in a mine, rapists, bounty hunters with no morals, and seven other women who became hardened by life (not unlike herself).
I won’t give away what happens (though if you know the fairytale, the storyline is pretty obvious), but I will say that the ending had a lot of lackluster and didn’t live up to my expectations. It felt like a big build up for nothing, really. Hence, why I’ve decided not to like this book, and wouldn’t really recommend it unless you’re really bored and have got nothing else to do. Or if you are a fan of the real Wild West. That works too.
What are some Wild West books that you like?
(BTW Huge shoutout to Charlie Bowater, the artist of the book cover and the interior illustration shown here. Check her other works out here – they’re really cool!)
(and another HUGE shoutout to Sarah Waite of theillustratedpage for pointing out my mistake!)