The novel teems with figures from frontier history: Wild Bill Hickok, Sitting Bull, George Armstrong Custer, Gen. Nelson Miles, and Texas Jack Omohundro. Queen Victoria, Theodore Roosevelt, and the Grand Duke Alexis of Russia make appearances. We also get to know the man’s long-suffering wife Louisa and their children, as well as his several business partners, who both used and abused his trust.
Estleman notes in an afterword that accuracy in a book about Cody is no easy task. With the help of Ned Buntline, the press, and Cody’s own fevered imagination, any record of his life was sure to be highly colored—when not wildly exaggerated. Print the legend was the general rule.
|William "Buffalo Bill" Cody|
Narrative style. Portraying the frontier West as a world that scorned temperance and moderation, Estleman marshals language to achieve a similar effect. His sentences are crowded with sharply precise verbs and adjectives. Words almost tumble over each other.
Big Isaac Cody, whiskered like a border raider, with the build of a canal-boat puller and the eyes of a boy on his first visit to a Leavenworth whorehouse, rested a horned hand on his eight-year-old son’s shoulder and watched Kansas bleed.
That’s the first sentence of chapter one, and its careening storytelling style, overflowing with metaphor, sets the tone for the whole novel.
Abrupt scene-to-scene shifts catapult the reader forward in skips and jumps. Often a scene is well underway as it begins. We don’t know where we are or what’s going on until paragraphs later, and then only by paying attention to the dialogue.
And the dialogue itself is typically facetious and understated. Leading a rescue party to find lost cavalry troops in the dead of winter, Cody comes upon a starving and near-frozen Hickok trying to warm his hands at a buffalo chip fire. There follows this exchange:
“What you doing, Wild Bill?”
“Well,” drawled the other, “when they got hot enough I was fixing to eat my fingers. But yours are fatter.”
In the rough and tumble narrative flow, extraneous details compete with description of the central action of a scene—as when a cavalry officer orders his troops to attack an Indian camp and the bugler “disremembers” how to sound the charge.
Historical characters make entrances under their birth names, and their identity isn’t discovered until pages later. A man named Jim turns out to be Hickok, and a sharpshooter, Mrs. Phoebe Butler, is eventually revealed as Annie Oakley.
Structure. Adding yet another twist to the narrative, Estleman begins the novel at the end of Cody’s life, as he makes a farewell speech to a Wild West show audience. Later, we cut away from his earlier years to a deathbed scene and later still to an account of his burial.
|Sitting Bull and Cody, 1885|
Themes. Estleman maintains a comic tone almost to the end of the novel. And in the manner of true comedy, he and everyone else in the story are essentially unchanged from beginning to end. In Cody’s case, the man is portrayed as an innocent, never outgrowing the boy he was when, hardly twelve years old, he takes a job with a long-haul freighter to support his widowed mother and siblings.
But there’s a darker underside to innocence that Estleman only hints at. As the great man’s fortunes decline and the men he has known and trusted grow sick and die one by one, a growing degree of melancholy sets in. The frontier past is not romanticized or glamorized, but when Cody grows old there’s a sense of something gone forever—a promise maybe that was never fully realized.
Cody’s years on the frontier coincide with the subjugation of the Indian tribes. Cody sees that process as inevitable. We see him as a young Indian fighter, who later manages to win their grudging respect. Sitting Bull, for one, joins the Wild West show for a season. And a contingent of Indians goes on the road with Cody, even to Europe, supplying frontier authenticity as they chase the Deadwood stage and reenact the Battle of Little Bighorn.
But there’s never any doubt in Cody’s mind about the dominance of white civilization. Untroubled by justice or injustice, he accepts that it’s a white man’s world, and if Indians refuse to negotiate for what’s in their best interest, then tough luck.
First it’s the dime novels and the newspapers, then the theatrical productions and the Wild West shows, and finally the movies. At some point, early on, his life is no longer his own. It’s been monetized. Properly managed by others, it makes him a fortune, but with his spendthrift ways, he winds up in debt. He may die a prominent figure in the eyes of the world, but that is hardly a crowning achievement. Lingering at death’s door, he drifts among memories of the past when he was all himself and nobody else.
Wrapping up. This is a thoroughly entertaining novel, with a story about a remarkable man who is embedded deeply in the popular history of the American frontier. The irony is that he did much to invent that history and his role in it. And Estleman finds just the right way to tell it—like a busy, colorful theatrical production, the stage crowded with performers, the action illuminated by fireworks.
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