The Milk-Weed Ladies by Louise McNeill

Review by Vicky T. (VickyJo)

This year marks my 30th anniversary of working in public libraries.  The first 18 of those years I spent working in Michigan, where I came to know and love many Michigan authors.  There is something incredibly appealing about reading books written by people who can capture the essence of a place based on their own personal experience, and for that reason, I enjoyed reading local authors.  They were familiar with the things that I was familiar with.   They could describe Ann Arbor or Lake Huron or downtown Detroit, and I felt a flash of familiarity.

My first surprise upon moving to West Virginia was discovering how many authors claim West Virginia as their home; the second surprise was how many of these authors and their works I already knew and loved.  Pearl Buck, of course, but also Cynthia Rylant, Betsey Byars, and Denise Giardina, just to name a few.  However, I really felt as though I needed to read more local authors, people from Pocahontas County.  I felt that I could learn about West Virginia through the words of her native sons and daughters.

And the one name that kept coming up again and again was Louise McNeill. It was becoming more and more clear that reading Louise McNeill was my duty.  The only thing holding me back was...poetry.

I love the written word, and all kinds of literature, but I have to confess that poetry is at the bottom of my list.  I’ve never fully enjoyed poems.  I can’t explain it.  There are perhaps a handful of poems that really resonate with me, but for the most part, I have a hard time with them.

I was having a conversation with Dwight Diller a few weeks ago.  He told me that he too didn’t really like poetry, until he read Louise McNeill.  “But I read Louise, and I got it,” he told me.  That did it.  He must have been the 10th person to tell me to read Louise McNeill, and so after Dwight left, I marched over to the West Virginia section, and grabbed the first Louise McNeill book I saw, which happened to be The Milkweed Ladies.

Serendipity is defined as finding something of value, or something agreeable, when you’re not really looking for it.  And for me, The Milkweed Ladies is the most serendipitous book I’ve read all year.  For those of you who are familiar with McNeill’s work, you’ll know that her volumes of poetry include Gauley Mountain, Paradox Hill, and Elderberry Flood to name a few. You’ll also know that The Milkweed Ladies is not poetry at all, but a memoir of her early life on her family’s farm.  Louise gives us a taste of rural living; a life on a farm where everything revolves so closely around the seasons.  She paints the land and the people around her with wonderful, detailed clarity.  She tells us about the people she knew and loved, her parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even those who had gone before, like Captain Jim, her grandfather, “the verse-writing, hard-set Rebel soldier who died right after I was born so we passed each other in the door.”  His wife, Granny Fanny, was an herb-gathering mountain woman whom Louise loved fiercely.  She described her as “not of this century; she was wild and running free…In her long black dress and black bonnet, she walked the hills of another time.”

But nothing remains the same, and Louise shows this in an understated way that left a lump in my throat.  She discusses the effect of timbering the land, how it affected the farm and her father and uncles:  “The change came slowly, and slowly a deep lament began to run through their stories: for the muddy, silted streams; the forest fires; the skid roads bleeding down the eroded hills; and the terrible waste of it all.”  Life was hard.  It was about survival, but Louise shows us such a beauty in the work, the struggle, the living.  And so, her memoir itself becomes a lament as we see the outside world invade Swago---in the form of lumberjacks and railroads, paved roads and war---and we mourn the loss, mourn the inevitable change along with her.

My first thought was that it was serendipitous that I grabbed a Louise McNeill book that wasn’t poetry.  But by the time I had finished this slim volume, I knew that it really was poetry; that I had just read an amazing love poem, dedicated to family, life, and West Virginia.  That was serendipity.  Thanks, Dwight, and all the others who urged me to read Louise McNeill.  I'm starting to get it.

*Google Dwight Diller and Louise McNeill for more information on these two amazing Pocahontas County, W.Va. natives.

Death Shall Overcome by Emma Lathen

Review by Matt B. (BuffaloSavage)

Kill Now, Pay Later by Robert Terrall

Review by Matt B. (BuffaloSavage)

Beautiful Jim Key: The Lost History of the World’s Smartest Horse
by Mim E. Rivas

Review by Vicky T. (VickyJo) 

I’ve been reading the novel “Black Beauty” by Anna Sewell.  Now, you may or may not know that Black Beauty was published in England in 1877, and is the story of a beautiful, proud horse who leads a life filled with kindness and cruelty.  It’s told from the horse’s viewpoint and is a dramatic look into how horses were treated in the late 1800’s.  In fact, this novel was instrumental in changing people’s viewpoints about animal cruelty and really helped start the movement to create humane societies, first in Great Britain and then here in the U.S.

I mention this because I have a book I’d like to recommend  which tells the story of yet another horse that captured the hearts and imagination of millions of people.  The title is “Beautiful Jim Key: the lost history of a horse and a man who changed the world” by Mim Eichler Rivas.  This is a true story of a bit of lost Americana, and if you enjoyed the story of Seabiscuit, you will love the story of Beautiful Jim Key.

Dr. William Key was born a slave, a veteran of the Civil War, a self-taught veterinarian.  He took a scrawny, crippled bay colt and turned him into “one of the most heralded and beloved heroes of his day.”  Beautiful Jim Key was said to have an I.Q. equivalent to that of a sixth-grade child.  “Jim exploded onto the national scene in 1897 by demonstrating inexplicable abilities to read, write, spell, do mathematics, tell time, sort mail, cite Biblical passages, and even debate politics.”  [He was a Democrat, by the way, and told President William McKinley, the current Republican president, that he did NOT vote for him.]

Dr. Key believed in training animals with kindness and patience in a time when the norm was to treat animals as inanimate objects with no feelings, using force and intimidation to train them.  Beautiful Jim’s talents so impressed the public of his day that from 1897 until his death in 1912, he performed in expositions and world fairs to receptive, adoring crowds, smashing all box office records of the day.  His talents and his touching relationship with his master and trainer literally shifted public consciousness; animal welfare was suddenly an important topic throughout society.  In less than three years, over 300,000 children signed the Beautiful Jim Key Pledge, which stated “I promise always to be kind to animals.”  That number would swell to over half a million before Jim was through.

Rivas brings back to life a fascinating bit of our social and cultural history that was all but forgotten.  She shows us, with her words and with photographs, how one man and one remarkable horse did, in fact, change our world for the better.  Animals lovers everywhere will love the story of Beautiful Jim Key.

Champagne for One by Rex Stout

Review by Matt B. (BuffaloSavage)

A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

by Bill Bryson

Review by Vicky T. (VickyJo)

The author Scott Corbett once said, “I often feel sorry for people who don’t read good books; they are missing a chance to lead an extra life.”  I love this quote, because it’s so true.  Reading books can allow you to do things and go places in a split second; books let you become immersed in other times and even in other worlds.  I find this irresistible…that’s why I love to read.

This week I want to recommend a travel book of sorts called “A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail” by Bill Bryson.  Reading this book has allowed me to experience hiking the Appalachian Trail from the comfort of my favorite chair.  Sometimes this is the only way I get to travel!

Bill Bryson is an experienced travel writer.  He has written for National Geographic magazine for years.  Born and raised in Des Moines, Bryson moved to England in the late 70’s.  After living there for 20 years, he decided to move back to the United States with his English wife and their four children.  And he decided that, one of the best ways to try and reconnect with the country of his birth, after being gone for so long, would be to hike one of its most beautiful nature trails.

The problem was, he didn’t want to go alone.  He managed to hook up with an old school buddy, Stephen Katz.  Bryson and Katz took a walking tour of Europe 25 years earlier, which Bryson wrote about in his book “Neither Here nor There.”  Katz assured him that he was in top physical condition and eager to hike the AT.  And so, A Walk in the Woods begins….

Bryson’s book is a memoir, a history of the Appalachian Trail and surrounding region, and a hilarious travelogue.  We discover along with Bryson that Katz has exaggerated the level of his physical fitness just a wee bit.  And Bryson has not confided to Katz his fear of bears, which borders on the pathological.  He does extended research into bear attack statistics, and finds out that only 500 people were attacked by black bears between 1960 and 1980 (he works this out to 25 attacks a year from a population of roughly half a million bears).  Bryson worries:  “…is 500 certified attacks really such a modest number, considering how few people go into the North American woods?  And how foolish must one be to be reassured by the information that no bear has killed a human in Vermont or New Hampshire in 200 years?  That’s not because the bears have signed a treaty, you know.  There’s nothing to say that they won’t start a modest rampage tomorrow.”

In spite of all this, Bryson and Katz set out on the journey of a lifetime.  Do they hike the entire 2000+ miles of the trail?  You’ll have to read this one to find out.  I’ve heard Bill Bryson described as a cross between Garrison Keillor and Dave Barry, and I think that’s a pretty accurate description.   He can be very sarcastic; if he sees something absurd or ridiculous, he doesn’t hesitate to point it out.  On the other hand, if he experiences something wonderful, he writes in such a way that you experience it too.  I love his writing!