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Coal Black Horse
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A Civil War Ride
He sits at his desk writing by candle light, a fire burning in the fireplace. He writes of darkness, of days when there was no sunlight, and the picture he paints is so dark that the coal black horse disappears into it, but you know that he is always there. Waiting. Running. Escaping.
He writes about a boy's mother and his father. His father is off in the civil war and wounded, but he doesn't know this just yet. He doesn't know a lot of things, things he has never seen but will see and try to forget. His mother says, just ride; please find him. Bring him home.
Riding on the coal black horse though the darkness, he thinks of Ichabald Crane, of the headless horseman, and he is frightened. He knows where he is going, and yet the road that he is following leads him further into that darkness to places he cannot escape.
He is now in a house where a family was murdered, a doll on the floor, a women dead in the upstairs bedroom. People are coming inside, a man, a woman, and a young girl. They have a meal, and then the blind woman sleeps while the girl is being harmed. The boy watches in fear and waits and then silently slips out the door, but the girl knows that he was there and was not moved by her terror; he did not help. This she never forgets.
The writer sits at his desk and weeps for what he has just written, and he thinks of writing it out but he doesn't. He must tell what once had happened, but even he doesn't know until he once again puts his pen on the paper and writes, writes of things that he somehow knew long ago.
The boy watches the battles and hides. He hears the soldiers' cries and the horses' screams. Broken bodies, torn off limbs. Again he does nothing; he doesn't know how. The scavengers come to steal possessions from the dead, to torture the dying who are suffering, suffering now for days. The medical students come to take the bodies, to even boil the flesh off the bones on this christened land.
And when the writer is done with his story, he looks up, and I see the fire light reflected in his eyes, and I am frightened for all the truth that he has written and because it could happen again. This is the war that men see and cannot forget. I walk out of the house and onto the porch into the sunlight. This the most light that I have seen in days.
He sits at his desk writing by candle light, a fire burning in the fireplace. He writes of darkness, of days when there was no sunlight, and the picture he paints is so dark that the coal black horse disappears into it, but you know that he is always there. Waiting. Running. Escaping.
He writes about a boy's mother and his father. His father is off in the civil war and wounded, but he doesn't know this just yet. He doesn't know a lot of things, things he has never seen but will see and try to forget. His mother says, just ride; please find him. Bring him home.
Riding on the coal black horse though the darkness, he thinks of Ichabald Crane, of the headless horseman, and he is frightened. He knows where he is going, and yet the road that he is following leads him further into that darkness to places he cannot escape.
He is now in a house where a family was murdered, a doll on the floor, a women dead in the upstairs bedroom. People are coming inside, a man, a woman, and a young girl. They have a meal, and then the blind woman sleeps while the girl is being harmed. The boy watches in fear and waits and then silently slips out the door, but the girl knows that he was there and was not moved by her terror; he did not help. This she never forgets.
The writer sits at his desk and weeps for what he has just written, and he thinks of writing it out but he doesn't. He must tell what once had happened, but even he doesn't know until he once again puts his pen on the paper and writes, writes of things that he somehow knew long ago.
The boy watches the battles and hides. He hears the soldiers' cries and the horses' screams. Broken bodies, torn off limbs. Again he does nothing; he doesn't know how. The scavengers come to steal possessions from the dead, to torture the dying who are suffering, suffering now for days. The medical students come to take the bodies, to even boil the flesh off the bones on this christened land.
And when the writer is done with his story, he looks up, and I see the fire light reflected in his eyes, and I am frightened for all the truth that he has written and because it could happen again. This is the war that men see and cannot forget. I walk out of the house and onto the porch into the sunlight. This the most light that I have seen in days.
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Reading Progress
December 22, 2016
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January 7, 2017
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"“Our souls have been suffering in a kind of darkness”
― Robert Olmstead
This book is dark in a way that I don't like, and I can't say why, outside of knowing that the ugly images stay with me. Even the writing is dark."
― Robert Olmstead
This book is dark in a way that I don't like, and I can't say why, outside of knowing that the ugly images stay with me. Even the writing is dark."
Started Reading
January 9, 2017
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civil-war
January 9, 2017
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Finished Reading
July 25, 2018
– Shelved as:
lyrical-prose
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"...the story was so dark we had to keep pausing just to let the darkness pass." by Kindle Customer.
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darkness written so very well. You speak of an opening to darkness that may be an opening to your own light, Jessaka. Beautifully written review, evocative and sensitive.
Christine wrote: "Wow, if the book is half as powerful as that review, it's well worth reading!"
Thank you so much Christine. The book was really heavy, but it was more that the writing was heavy. There is a book that I loved so much more, that it would be a 10 if there were more stars. It is called "Wilderness" by Lance Weller https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1....
Thank you so much Christine. The book was really heavy, but it was more that the writing was heavy. There is a book that I loved so much more, that it would be a 10 if there were more stars. It is called "Wilderness" by Lance Weller https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1....
Beautiful review, Jessaka. Gotta read this one!
Awesome review. Like the book almost a dreamscape of growing up amid the horrors of war and a horse that grounded the boy. I love the book and author and look forward to reading whatever he puts out.
Michael wrote: "Awesome review. Like the book almost a dreamscape of growing up amid the horrors of war and a horse that grounded the boy. I love the book and author and look forward to reading whatever he puts out."
I read this book because I had read Wilderness by Lance Weller, also a civil war novel, and I loved Lance Weller's book so much, but this book and others were not as good as Weller's, who is such a lyrical writer.
I am not sure if I could even find a book like this by the same author.
I read this book because I had read Wilderness by Lance Weller, also a civil war novel, and I loved Lance Weller's book so much, but this book and others were not as good as Weller's, who is such a lyrical writer.
I am not sure if I could even find a book like this by the same author.
Fabulous review, Jessaka! You bring out the darkness so beautifully that it tugs the heart and makes one want to read the book immediately. Am sure that the writing would be heavy (and you mention that it is), given the topic but if it is half as good as your review, it would be worth it. Thanks for this beautiful review.
Adding it and the other one that you mentioned above in the comments to my TBR.
Adding it and the other one that you mentioned above in the comments to my TBR.
Srividya wrote: "Fabulous review, Jessaka! You bring out the darkness so beautifully that it tugs the heart and makes one want to read the book immediately. Am sure that the writing would be heavy (and you mention ..."
thank you so much Srividya. You made my day.
thank you so much Srividya. You made my day.
Jaline wrote: "Beautifully written review, Jessaka - I was mesmerized! And this book is on my wishlist, too."
I tried to keep the feel of the book in my review. It is just that when a book moves me, that is, if it is lyrical, I can sometimes remain in that feeling.
I tried to keep the feel of the book in my review. It is just that when a book moves me, that is, if it is lyrical, I can sometimes remain in that feeling.
Jessaka wrote: "I tried to keep the feel of the book in my review. It is just that when a book moves me, that is, if it is lyrical, I can sometimes remain in that feeling."
I understand completely what you are saying here, Jessaka, as I have often experienced the very same. :)
I understand completely what you are saying here, Jessaka, as I have often experienced the very same. :)
Jessaka wrote: "what would really be neat is if I wrote a review on one of McCarthy's books and sounded just like him. Ha. Fat chance."
You are too light-filled to write that much darkness, my friend :)
You are too light-filled to write that much darkness, my friend :)
Jaline wrote: "Jessaka wrote: "what would really be neat is if I wrote a review on one of McCarthy's books and sounded just like him. Ha. Fat chance."
You are too light-filled to write that much darkness, my fri..."
Ah, but it is the darkness that moves the soul to deep feelings. Thanks for the compliment.
You are too light-filled to write that much darkness, my fri..."
Ah, but it is the darkness that moves the soul to deep feelings. Thanks for the compliment.
Aqsa wrote: "It's an amazing review Jessaka. Felt like the beginning of a book and I didn't want it to end!"
Thank you. Then you would really like this book.
Thank you. Then you would really like this book.
Jessaka wrote: "Aqsa wrote: "It's an amazing review Jessaka. Felt like the beginning of a book and I didn't want it to end!"
Thank you. Then you would really like this book."
I can only hope :)
Thank you. Then you would really like this book."
I can only hope :)
Lorraine wrote: "Wow, Jessica! So touching; so felt; so true, yet so horrifying! Phenomenal review! xo Lorri"
Thank you so much Lorri. I wish that all of my reviews were like that, but inspiration only comes now and then, and often it is the way a book is written that causes me to imitate it. If only McCarthy's books caused me to be able to write like him. Ha.
Thank you so much Lorri. I wish that all of my reviews were like that, but inspiration only comes now and then, and often it is the way a book is written that causes me to imitate it. If only McCarthy's books caused me to be able to write like him. Ha.