On one level, his attempt to discover a route for a transcontinental railroad was little more than a stunt. He not only set out across the West’s most forbidding mountain ranges, but he did it in the winter. Told repeatedly that such a trip was foolhardy, he simply refused to listen.
And he wouldn’t turn back, even when it was clear that no railroad could ever be built through the chasms and over the high passes his expedition encountered. He seems to have been driven by a triumphant vision of himself arriving in California, having defied everyone’s belief that it couldn’t be done. Nothing short of that would satisfy him.
|San Juan Mountains, Colorado, photo by SoCal L.A.|
Wheeler uses several point of view characters to tell the story. There is Frémont himself, so full of self-importance and contempt for others, and conscious of the power he holds over his men. Almost woundingly sensitive, by contrast, is a young doctor who begins to doubt Frémont’s leadership as he watches the Colonel’s indifference to the suffering of the pack mules.
The book’s achievement is its portrayal of the physical suffering of the men themselves and the psychic toll of their growing dread. When death finally comes to some, after the last shoe leather has been boiled, it is with a numbing surrender to exhaustion, cold, and despair.
|Election poster for John C. Frémont, 185|
Well before Darwin, he is an advocate of the doctrine of survival of the fittest – himself of course the most fitting to survive. The failure of his mission is due totally, he believes, to the “weak” and “soft” men who joined his expedition. Never mind that most of those who die are among his own handpicked “stout-hearted” followers.
As the leader who never makes a mistake, he brings to mind a recent president who attempted to maintain a similar public image. Frémont’s unwavering self-confidence dazzled the men who followed him, as some men will a charismatic leader. And not “weak” men, but those enchanted by the appearance of power and willing to sacrifice themselves to it. Some things, alas, never change.
I'm rarely on the same page with judges of annual fiction awards, but the Western Writers of America have certainly earned their creds with this one. Richard Wheeler is a thoroughly rewarding writer of historical fiction, and I’m glad he chose the West to write about.
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Photo credits: Wikimedia Commons
Coming up: Robert Alexander Wasson, Friar Tuck (1912)
And congratulations again to Mr. Wheeler.ReplyDelete
I've heard really good things about Wheeler. Sounds worth checking outReplyDelete
It seems a lot of those explorers were tyrants. I guess they thought they had to be to maintain order.ReplyDelete
Sounds like an interesting read.ReplyDelete
Living in the west I have a particular dislike for Fremont, but I like Richard Wheelers stuff. Should be a good read.ReplyDelete
Patti, well deserved.ReplyDelete
Susan, he didn't have difficulty getting men to follow him; no problem with keeping order.
Sage, you bet.
OGR, it won't improve your opinion of Fremont.
Fremont lived quite the life and congrats to the talented Mr. Wheeler.ReplyDelete
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