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Classic Literature. Fiction. Literature. Western. HTML:�The truth is always made up of little particulars which sound ridiculous when repeated.� So says Jack Crabb, the 111-year-old narrator of Thomas Berger�s 1964 masterpiece of American fiction, Little Big Man. Berger claimed the Western as serious literature with this savage and epic account of one man�s extraordinary double life. After surviving the massacre of his pioneer family, ten-year-old Jack is adopted by an Indian chief who nicknames him Little Big Man. As a Cheyenne, he feasts on dog, loves four wives, and sees his people butchered by horse soldiers commanded by General George Armstrong Custer. Later, living as a white man once more, he hunts the buffalo to near-extinction, tangles with Wyatt Earp, cheats Wild Bill Hickok, and fights in the Battle of Little Bighorn alongside Custer himself�a man he�d sworn to kill. Hailed by The Nation as �a seminal event,� Little Big Man is a singular literary achievement that, like its hero, only gets better with age. Praise for Little Big Man �An epic such as Mark Twain might have given us.��Henry Miller �The very best novel ever about the American West.��The New York Times Book Review �Spellbinding . . . [Crabb] surely must be one of the most delightfully absurd fictional fossils ever unearthed.��Time �Superb . . . Berger�s success in capturing the points of view and emotional atmosphere of a vanished era is uncanny. His skill in characterization, his narrative power and his somewhat cynical humor are all outstanding.��The New York Times.… (more)
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So, the best I can do: the main themes, for me, were unreliable narrations - from the framing story, to all the stories and con-tricks which crop up through the book - and the concepts of loyalty, savagery and civilisation - I enjoyed following the twists and turns in Jack Crabb's perception of the good and bad in the 'American' and 'savage' worlds - depending on where he is and where he's just been.
You guys probably already know most of the story, but just in case, it's about Jack Crabb, a man who was raised by Cheyenne Indians from ages 10 to 15. After that, he seems to run into almost every major historical figure in Western America. Kit Carson, Wild Bill Hickock, Calamity Jane, Gen. Custer . . . they all make appearances. And the characterizations he uses for these historical figures are dead on with what I've read elsewhere about them. Berger was either fascinated by the American West, or did a lot of research for this book.
This is a great story with a terrific narrator. One I'd highly recommend.
Crabb lived a marvelous varied and remarkable life in the Old West.
Berger’s characters, some famously historical, but most fictional, represent many Western archetypes. He marries a Swedish immigrant, befriends the card-playing gunslinger Wild Bill Hickok, goes into business with the bunco artist Allardyce T. Merriwhether, becomes a drunk, hunts buffalo with Wyatt Earp, rescues a niece from whoredom, falls in love with Mrs. Pendrake, the wife of the proselytizing minister, and fights with Custer at his Last Stand (not in that order). In the Indian world, Berger gives us the noble Indian, the fighting Indian, and the free Indian, but mostly shows the Indians living with an entirely different moral code than the whites, whom the Indians view as being crazy. Jack also turns up at two specific events: the massacre at the Washita River and the Battle of the Little Big Horn.
Berger’s use of the fictional Snelling as Crabb’s editor introduces a couple elements of uncertainty as to the veracity of Jack’s story. Snelling is somewhat skeptical of parts of Jack’s story and after all, he is the one who interviewed Jack. And Snelling may not be all that reliable himself given that he delayed publication for ten years due to his own emotional collapse.
Berger’s characters are archetypes, but not stereotypes because he gives them a twist of his own. Little Big Man is a tour through the history of the Old West, sometimes sardonic, sometimes sobering, and always entertaining. Like most people I saw the movie well before I read the book and it was impossible not to hear Dustin Hoffman’s voice throughout. The movie and the book tell very similar stories in very similar but not identical ways. For once I can say that the movie is as good as the book. Read it and watch it. Highest recommendation.
The back of this book describes this as a "picaresque" tale--which is how another book I recently read, Kunzru's The Impressionist was described on the flyleaf. That book also dealt with a man caught between two cultures, in that case Hindu Indian and Anglo-English. Yet that book couldn't hold me while this one absolutely engrossed me. Part of that was a matter of differences in style, and because in this book a wry, ironic dark sense of humor was to the forefront--but the biggest reason is Jack, who manages to capture my sympathies--despite the fact he's by no means heroic--is something of a scoundrel--but a survivor and someone who does care about the family he makes along the way.
And along the way he's taught gun-fighting by Wild Bill Hickok, has a run-in with Wyatt Earp and encounters Calamity Jane. He's a mule train driver, a professional gambler, a buffalo hunter--oh, and yeah manages to inveigle himself as a scout for Custer. That alone, that depiction of Custer, is an interesting characterization. This was published in 1964. Way back then, I think Custer was still a hero to most Americans, a cultural icon of the West. So Berger's portrayal then of Custer as a "hard ass" a slaughterer of innocents and a fool was irreverent and brave on his part even if he also allows Custer an admirable quality or two. The book doesn't show one whit of its age despite being nearly 50 years old. It's an irreverent, funny and myth-busting look at the old West that makes me want to read more about the real historical figures featured in it.
Thomas Berger's novel turns out to be problematic in its depictions of Native Americans. It's not really about Native Americans; it's about a white man who was raised by them. This is a subtle but important distinction-- one that separates the novel from the movie based on it. The novel's narrator, Jack Crab, functions as a Candide figure. He moves through the major historical events of his day as an innocent. He is captured by the Cheyenne after a rival tribe massacres his family's wagon train. For a time he lives with the Cheyenne and comes to see tribal elder, Old Lodge Skins, as his father. He never forms a lasting bond with anyone else he meets during his life. However, he abandons the Cheyenne in the midst of battle in order to save his own life. Over the course of the novel he meets Wild Bill Hickock, Buffalo Bill Cody, Calamity Jane, and General Armstrong Custer. He moves among several Native America tribes, Mormon settlers, peddlers, buffalo hunters, former slaves, trappers, preachers, whore houses, school marms, and would be senators. His story is all encompassing. He is the American west. And while he returns to the Cheyenne several times, his attitude towards them remains problematic for 21st century readers.
Take the scene when the calvary, led by Custer, massacres the Cheyenne village at Washita creek. Jack Crab tries to save Old Lodge Skins who refuses to leave his teepee, claiming, "Today is a good day to die." Crab convinces his grandfather that a dream he had granted him invisibility-- no soldier will be able to see you, we can just walk through the fighting to the river. But before he'll leave, Old Lodge Skins, who has become blind from a previous wound, insists on taking all of his magical possessions.
"Wait," he said. "I must take my medicine bundle." This was a sloppy parcel about three foot long and wrapped in tattered skins. Its contents was secret, but I had once peeked into that of a deceased Cheyenne before they put it with him on the burial scaffold, and what was contained was a handful of feathers, the foot of an owl, a deer-bone whistle, the dried pecker of a buffalo, and suchlike trash: but he undoubtedly believed his strength was tied up in this junk, and who was I to say him nay. So with Old Lodge Skins. I got his bundle from a pile of apparent refuse behind his bed.
Crab's attitude towards Old Lodge Skins beliefs here is typical of his stance on Native Americans. He is critical, often dismissive of Cheyenne customs and beliefs in ways fitting the fashion of a 19th century man that border on racist today. Look at how he describes Old Lodge Skins possessions in the quote above--'tattered,' 'suchlike trash,' 'junk,' 'apparent refuse.' The language here is fairly mild when compared to other scenes in the novel. This is typical of the language used by 19th century authors to describe Native American tribes as the following passage from Mark Twain's 1870 essay "The Noble Redman" illustrates:
His heart is a cesspool of falsehood, of treachery, and of low and devilish instincts. With him, gratitude is an unknown emotion; and when one does him a kindness, it is safest to keep the face toward him, lest the reward be an arrow in the back. To accept of a favor from him is to assume a debt which you can never repay to his satisfaction, though you bankrupt yourself trying.
However, by the end of the novel I came to see Jack Crab's abivalence about Native Americans as a testament to how good Little Big Man is. A narrator with nothing but praise for anyone Jack Crab met during his life, would not be a narrator we could believe in. I'm not going to say trust here, because I don't think we can trust Jack Crab completely. He's well over 100 years old, or so he claims, and he's telling us what happened to him 80 years ago. Much of what he says is hard to believe, as hard to believe as most history texts about this period are. We often can't believe it, or don't want to believe it. Did the above quote from Mark Twain shock you? Have you long believed he was an advocate in favor of civil rights and equality for all people? How could the man who wrote Huck Finn hold views like this about Native Americans?
I imagine that had to influence how I read the book. But not too much, I think; in fact, I
It's rather a gory book, particularly at the beginning. It's also extremely funny. I was surprised, a number of times, to find myself laughing out loud. The adventures of Jack Crabb, a boy adopted by a Cheyenne family who never manages to be all white or all Indian, makes for very funny reading.
I find myself wondering if I should compare the book to the movie. In the past I've criticised movies for being unfaithful to the original novel, but obviously I can't criticize the novel for being unfaithful to the movie. The novel came first, after all!
That said, I'll simply say that while much of the flavor of the novel was preserved in the movie, the two diverge in some critical ways. The movie is far more negative about Custer, for example, and makes Jack Crabb a far more active character (in some ways) than he is in the novel. Some events were invented for the movie, and others were rearranged chronologically. And Chief Dan George's portrayal of Old Lodge Skins was simply outstanding.
But to sum up the novel: It's long, funny, well-written, but somehow a little unfocused. I'll certainly read it again, and will be on the lookout for more by Berger. Perhaps, in time, the novel of Little Big Man will be as much a favorite of mine as the movie is.
Jack Crabbe, bounces back and forth between the world of the retreating Indians, and the encroaching frontier, and he's a better man for his time with the Indians, and needs repair after his experiences with the other white men. You'll never look at the "Myth of the Frontier", without a snort of laughter again.
In the story, we read the reminiscences of Jack Crabb, plainsman who dictated the story when he was age one hundred and eleven.
Jack Crabb was captured by Cheyenne
Jack returns to white people after a battle between soldiers and the Cheyenne. He marries a blond haired German named Olga, and they have a son, Gus. After a time of happiness, another raid kills people around Jake but Olga and Gus are taken by the Indians.
In one humorous and entertaining segment, Jack assumes that Olga and Gus are lost and marries an Indian named Sunshine. They have a son and come to believe that a child should be able to choose their own name. While out walking, their son made a motion toward a certain scene and was given the name, Frog Lying on a Hillside.
Jack meets and befriends such famous historical figures as Wild Bill Hickok and Wyatt Earp.
He also details the last days of Gen. Custer and the Company G of the 7th Cavalry.
Jack also meets a bar girl who introduces her to a younger woman who worked at the bar. She convinces him that she is his niece and he sends her to a school for young ladies and marries a wealthy man.
I enjoyed the reading and was sorry to see the story conclude.
By Thomas Berger
Narrated by David Aaron Baker and Scott Sowers;
with an Essay by Larry McMurty narrated by Henry Strozier
Ⓟ 2014, Recorded Books
20 hours, 30 minutes
WESTERN/SATIRE
This American Classic is a satire which exposes the falseness of the American Old West narrative. The main
The narrators were spot-on: David Aaron Baker starts the audiobook off as the effete and gullible interviewer Ralph Fielding Snell; Scott Sowers nails it as Jack Crabbe, undereducated but sharp, performing with a “cowboy” accent throughout his section; And finally, Henry Strozier caps the audiobook with a reading of Larry McMurty’s short essay, a laudatory missive read warmly and convincingly as if McMurty were reading it himself.
BUT, and this is a big “but” the production values were terrible: On Sowers’ section, there were page turns, mouth noises, booth noises, at least one repeating sentence, a couple sections out of order, and overall it didn’t sound as clean as the parts narrated by David Aaron Baker or Henry Strozier.
OTHER: I dnloaded a CD digital copy of Little Big Man (by Thomas Berger
narrated by David Aaron Baker and Scott Sowers; with an Essay by Larry McMurty narrated by Henry Strozier) from Downpour.com. I receive no monies, goods (beyond the audiobook) or services in exchange for reviewing the product and/or mentioning any of the persons or companies that are or may be implied in this post.
The only thing wrong with this book is its concentration on the Battle of Little Bighorn, the description of which takes up the last 15 – 20% of the book. I would have much rather had the battle summed up and gone on to Jack’s later exploits. Did he ride with Bonnie and Clyde? Fly with Amelia Earhart? Give story advice to Ernest Hemmingway? I hear there is a sequel, must find it.
Berger gets to the heart of western language. He's direct, profane, awkwardly pedantic at times, in ways I imagine people were when they tried to be formal. By turns, the book is funny, poignant, and insightful.
A must for
Part True Grit, part Blood Meridian.
Berger’s novel purports to be a memoir/autobiography of Jack Crabb, written with the help of ghost writer Ralph Snell. “Snell” opens the prologue thus: It was my privilege to know the late Jack Crabb –
I was completely entertained by this novel of the American West. Berger gives the reader quite the raconteur in Crabb, with a gift for story-telling and colorful language. By the narrator’s own account, he certainly has a gift for landing on his feet, managing to get out of more than one potentially deadly scrape by his wits or sheer dumb luck. As he grows from boyhood Crabb is kidnapped / adopted by a Cheyenne tribe, taken in and sheltered by a minister and his wife, “works” as a gambler and gunfighter, hunts buffalo, marries a Scandinavian woman who speaks limited English, and eventually becomes a scout for George Armstrong Custer, thereby witnessing the US Army’s defeat at the Battle of the Little Bighorn. Along the way he rejoins the Cheyenne tribe numerous times, listening to the advice of Old Lodge Skins, and relating much of the culture and traditions of that Native tribe, as well as what life was like for the European settlers during that time period.
If the scenarios stretch credulity, well that is part of the fun. We have always looked on the American West with a sort of awe and wonder, elevating many of the historical figures to the level of superhuman legends. Berger sprinkles Crabb’s recollections with a number of these people: Wild Bill Hickock, Wyatt Earp and Custer, among others.
In the epilogue Snell writes ”I leave the choice in your capable hands. Jack Crabb was either the most neglected hero in the history of this country or a liar of insane proportions.. It’s fun to imagine that some “everyman” did witness so much history first hand. His exploits could easily be the inspiration for “Forest Gump.”
The audiobook is performed by a talented trio: David Aaron Baker, Scott Sowers, and Henry Strozier. I do not know which narrated which sections, but they were all good.
The novel’s main character, Jack Crabb, is the Forrest Gump of the second half of the nineteenth century. Despite dying at 34 years of age before he could complete his memoir, Crabb tells of his experiences and/or friendships with the likes of George Armstrong Custer, Wild Bill Hickok, Calamity Jane, Wyatt Earp, and others. Much like the fictional Forrest Gump would do in his own part of the country decades later via novel and film, Jack was everywhere out West where anything of consequence seemed to be happening, including the Battle of the Little Big Horn.
The fictional editor responsible for getting Little Big Man’s memoir into print put it this way:
“It is of course unlikely that one man would have experienced even a third of Mr. Crabb’s claim. Half? Incredible! All? A mythomaniac! But you will find, as I did, that if any one part is accepted as truth, then what precedes and follows has a great lien on our credulity. If he knew Wild Bill Hickok, then why not General Custer as well?”
Jack Crabb’s big adventure begins when his father converts to Mormonism and decides to move the family cross country to Salt Lake City. Unfortunately for Mr. Crabb and his family, an Indian raid on the wagon train the family was a part of ended their move well before its intended destination. The good news is that not everyone in the family was killed in that raid; the bad news is that Jack and his older sister were carried away by the raiders. Jack’s sister, who had talked the Indians into taking Jack along in the first place, manages to escape early on, but she does so without including Jack in her escape plan. And that’s how Jack became the adopted son of an Indian chief and survived to have all the adventures captured in Little Big Man.
For the next quarter of a century, Jack will move between the white world and the Native American world each time he needs to save his life from one side or the other. Whenever he finds himself on the losing side of any battle between the Americans and the Indians, Jack manages to switch sides just in the nick of time in order to survive and begin a new set of adventures. He is so good at saving his own neck, in fact, that by the time his memoirs have attracted some interest, Jack Crabb is 111 years old and still feisty as ever.
Bottom Line: Little Big Man is great fun despite the tragic events the novel vividly portrays as Jack Crabb negotiates the two very different cultures he spends time in. It is the story of America’s westward expansion and the simultaneous near elimination of a race of people who already called this country home. It is a farcical view of American history that still manages the kind of emotional impact that serious, nonfiction history books do not always achieve. Little did they expect it, but fans of Little Big Man were to be rewarded 35 years later with the publication of Berger’s The Return of Little Big Man. How did Jack manage to tell the rest of his story? I’ll leave that up to you to find out because it’s all part of the fun.