Also, I'm sure the tiny feet are a plot point because there are tracks in the dirt eventually and they are either too big to be Morgan's or so small they have to be Morgan's, but I will cruise off with the version where I imagine it's because Morgan has to cross-dress and is lucky he fits into women's shoes.
Yeah, Zane Grey was an id-fic writer for an id that's hard to recognize these days. (Whatever you do, don't read his juveniles; they're completely impenetrable with spelled-out dialect and stuff that is unironically rootin'. Possibly also tootin'.) What's most interesting about him for me is that he started writing before the genre rules were really codified, so his westerns often lack the big showdown scene you'd expect as in the movies. Just hadn't invented that genre convention yet!
I like Call of the Canyon, mostly because I know the area where it's set. For similar reasons I like Rogue River Feud, which is about the Horrors of the Fast Modern World after WWI (including disdain for servicemen and how modern poeple are destroying the environment by cutting down trees and selling them to Japan) and how Fly Fishing Cures All.
(If you want Wild West and gunfights, try Riders of the Purple Sage or The Lone Star Ranger. Mostly, though, I htink of them as romance novels for men.)
So does Carey ever manage to remodel herself into a sufficiently countrified, non-slutty woman to make all these nutcases stop berating her, or does she eventually give up and go back east in disgust? (Assuming you kept reading long enough to find out...)
You will be sorry to hear that she becomes the very model of a western woman, down to berating a New Yorker friend for several pages on the evils of slutty outfits, jazz, women who work in the city, not getting married, not having babies, movies, automobiles, immigration, and no doubt more stuff that I forget.
I am mildly surprised by the fact that the complete works of Louis L'Amour appear to be available on Kindle. Also some are available as graphic novels. It kind of makes me want to high-five the representatives of his estate. Mary Stewart's gothic novels are -- bizarrely -- being republished in print form but do not appear to be available on Kindle. PEOPLE. YOU ARE LEAVING MONEY ON THE GROUND, AND I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT NICKLES AND DIMES HERE BUT WADS OF TWENTIES.
Because -- am I going to buy myself a fresh copy of "Wildfire at Midnight" for $12.35? No. (I don't even remember which one that is!) Would I hop on that particular trip down nostalgia lane if it were on Kindle for $4.35 like all the Louis L'Amour books? Well, I might start with one of the ones I remembered a little better, but yes. Yes, I would. And if I liked them as much now as I did when I was thirteen, I'd probably wind up buying all of them.
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Also, I'm sure the tiny feet are a plot point because there are tracks in the dirt eventually and they are either too big to be Morgan's or so small they have to be Morgan's, but I will cruise off with the version where I imagine it's because Morgan has to cross-dress and is lucky he fits into women's shoes.
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(If you want Wild West and gunfights, try Riders of the Purple Sage or The Lone Star Ranger. Mostly, though, I htink of them as romance novels for men.)
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