The uncomfortable images the title of this book conjures up! I didn't want to know the story behind it. Like me, you may resist opening it, but once you have gotten past the first pages and been introduced to several characters, don't expect to come up for air for a while. In fact, expect your regular routine to be disrupted as you delay meals, sleep, and morning showers while your cat or dog complains of neglect. It is not only a compelling story but a shockingly revealing bit of history as well.
The story told herein is in many ways like a Little House on the Prairie for grown ups, but not in the gently told way of Laura Ingalls Wilder's books.
Remember all the catastrophes the Ingalls and Wilder families endured on the prairies - the fire that engulfed Laura and Almanzo's home, a locust plague that destroyed an entire year's crop, droughts that rendered the labor of other years useless? The chronic poverty, harsh weather, frequent new beginnings, and the relentless struggles to establish stability? These devastating setbacks weren't merely one extended family's bad luck; this was typical of farm life in the upper Midwestern territories in the 1800s. The Ingalls and Wilder families were just two of thousands that suffered such misfortunes repeatedly. One of the revelations to me in reading this historical novel was that of a dishonest campaign perpetrated in European countries to lure immigrants to the upper Midwest. The U.S. government wanted settlers. "Have you longed for the magic of a prairie winter, gentle yet abundant snow to nourish the earth, neither too cold nor too warm, only perfection in every way?" - an ad in a European newspaper might say. In fact the opposite was true; living and farming conditions on those plains in the 1800s were so rough that over 60% of the homesteaders that had been attracted by such advertising ended up abandoning properties and dreams to return to the unpromising circumstances they had hoped to leave behind in Europe and the eastern United States. Of those who stayed, many didn't survive.
This novelized account of that time and place concerns one particularly deadly catastrophe (the historic part) - the January 12, 1888 blizzard in Nebraska and the Dakota territory during which hundreds of people - the majority of them children - froze to death. Why mostly children? The book will tell you.
The best novelists are able to create a cast of characters who come from vastly different life experiences and are on differing trajectories when their paths cross and lives intertwine within the framework of a compelling story. Characters that give us new perspectives, making us see the world in ways we hadn't previously been able to. This novel does that, engaging readers with a small assortment of people and their varying motivations and motives, and the ways they help and hurt each other. On occasion the perspectives of wildlife do what people can't: foxes, hawks, wolves, coyotes, rabbits, even prairie dogs help us to see and feel what the earth is doing during this colossal storm. Through a hawk's eyes as it searches from the sky for a meal on the morning after the storm, we begin to see the cruel toll of the ghastly event in an impersonal way - briefly - before zooming back in to learn the fates of the individuals we have become so interested in.
Author Melanie Benjamin drew on archived news accounts and written memories of people who lived through the storm to create sympathetic fictional characters caught badly unprepared for this shattering event that in real life left so many dead, so many lives changed, and so many families and communities throughout the upper Midwest bereft. In this bittersweet novel much more unfolds after the storm - unimaginable pain, gradual healing, growth, a few surprises among the characters, occasional redemption. The unredeemable fate of one character in particular though - Gerda - will remain in my mind for a long time.
Thank you to patron Richard B. for recommending this informative, absorbing novel that I put off starting because of its title and then couldn't stop reading.
- Marianne W.
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