Category Archives: Civil War

Adelsverein: The Gathering

This is a dandy historical novel of the 1840s German settlement of the Texas Hill Country which I recommend with caveats. I was familiar with the basic facts but learned a few things, such as the details of Baron Meuesbach’s peace treaty with the Comanches. It was unique in Texas and more or less held until the murderous tribe was exterminated by the U.S. Army. I also didn’t know how inept the pre-Meusebach Verein leaders were or that they employed their own uniformed soldiers to protect the settler families.

As a two-time indie author, I finally realized that it had been a long time since I had read someone else’s indie book. I figured Hayes (the blogosphere and Milblogging’s “Sgt. Mom”) and her Adelsverein trilogy was the best place to start. It was a good decision. This first book paints an epic in satisfying old-fashioned style that effectively lures the reader on.

Unfortunately, Hayes leaves almost nothing to a reader’s imagination. That can grate on folks raised on movies and television. Unlike readers of the 19th century, we don’t need exhaustive description of major and minor actors. I also could have done without all the adverbs. Seemingly every speech is characterized, rather than trusting to the context to convey the meaning. Despite those annoyances, the main characters seem real and lovable and their tragedies and joys won my empathy and spurred my curiosity to find out what would happen to them next.

The typos and misspellings, by my count on 46 of the book’s 365 pages, do slow things down as you try to puzzle out the author’s intention. Surely, most of them could have been avoided, and a second edition to fix them is warranted. However, Hayes is sufficiently talented and her story so well crafted that I’ve bought the second installment, “The Sowing.” I want to find out how the Beckers and the Steinmetzs fare in the turbulent Civil War years. Tragedy ahead, I expect. I’ll be hoping to find that the proofreading has improved.

J.E.B.’s LeMat

I met a young astronomer years ago who was descended from Confederate Gen. J.E.B. Stuart. “So where was he?” I asked the scientist. He knew immediately what I was referring to. He replied: “We should have won.” I said if we had he would most likely be a farmer and not an astronomer as there would be no call for astronomy. I do like this commemoration, 10-shot LeMat, .44 cal ball and .65 cal shotgun combined. A working copy of which you can reserve for a mere $3,395. But it’s really too pretty to shoot.

Via TOCWOC –A Civil War Blog.

Civil War blogs

Still a few weeks away from Cavalry Scout Books getting my new Civil War novel up on Amazon–only after which will we begin promoting it by name with links–but in the meantime I’m discovering that the web really is home to a lot of CW material, especially enthusiast sites and blogs. Many are worth a look.

Diddling with Paint Shop Pro X

I bought this software because it was about a tenth the price of Adobe’s Photoshop and, supposedly, does most of the same things. Indeed, it’s been dandy for creating DIY book covers for POD efforts, though it takes patience and careful following of the User Guide.

I’m just about ready to produce my Civil War historical novel. I rode the query-letter hamster wheel for seven months without getting a single look at the manuscript. I’m told one should plan to wait two years but, at my age, well… Besides, my usually-tough in-house editor loved it and so I’m moving on.

(Uh, I checked the dictionary too late. I chose an unfortunate verb for the headline. Should have been fiddling. Well, who knows? It may turn into another Roberta Vasquez moment.)

Nathan Bedford Forrest III

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One of the great things about the Web is that I usually learn something new every day. Like this: that the great grandson (the only son of the only son of the only son) of the famous Confederate cavalry general was a B-17 pilot in World War II, who perished after being shot down in 1943. Since he had no children, the line came to an end in the flak-riddled skies over Nazi Germany. Amazing.

When It’s Sleepy Time Down South

Louis Armstrong undoubtedly would not be politically correct were he still alive. But he was a great trumpet player and jazz performer and his signature song, which he recorded dozens of times, lately keeps running through my mind:

"Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning songs soft and low
Needn't tell me so because I know
It's sleepy time down south

"Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees
Folks down there like a life of ease
When old mammy falls upon her knees
It's sleepy time down south

"Steamboats on the river a coming or a going
Splashing the night away
Hear those banjos ringing, the people are singing
They dance til the break of day, hey

"Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time way down south

"Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Take me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time down south
Sleepy time down south."

Parrott gun

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Named for the man who invented it, not the bird. Parrotts were rifled cannon used on both sides, though mainly by the Union—though certainly by skinnier troops than these overweight reenactors. The guns also figure in my Civil War novel which, after garnering only rejections I got professionally edited and printed it myself.