Last week I received a wonderful
delayed Christmas present.
The photo is me and our next-door
neighbor Mary Lou at Book People in Austin. Mary Lou and her husband Wayne have
been close friends for over thirty years.
My delayed gift came from them—paying the fee and contacting the fellow
at Book People to put copies of three of my books on the shelves and tables in
the store.
If you are a lover of books, an
hour in Book People is like an hour in heaven. The store sits on the same corner
as Whole Foods and Waterloo Records, two of Austin’s commercial icons. Book
People is also in the shadow of a dozen glass condo towers that have taken over
Austin’s skyline. Those incredibly slender, sometimes curvy, sometimes boxy, sky-high
glass fingers are surely striking, but also somewhat sad to us old geezers who
liked being able to see the state capitol dome and the UT tower from anywhere
in central Austin.
Regardless of the urban landscape, for the next several months,
among the hundreds of titles written to appeal to a demographic that is half a
century younger and dresses oh so differently, A Different Dragon Entirely, A
Different Country Entirely, and Texans
at Antietam will share the shelf space in the Book People store.
Hopefully the book covers will invite book
shoppers to visit Texas’ pre-skyscraper, pre-flying drones, pre-hipster
history—a historical past, and a more fanciful past with a flying horny-toad
dragon who understands Latin.
I’ve begun a new manuscript, back
to Texans in the Civil War, this time in our neighboring state of Louisiana. My home team is Company K of the 17th
Texas Infantry, who historically were from my hometown of Lockhart, near
Austin. The novel is without a catchy
title so far, but something will pop up before it’s a finished work.
Here are photos of the 17th’s
regimental flag, which still exists, and a 17th soldier’s tin Lone Star pin that
many Texans wore on their jackets or hats.
The first half of the story takes
place among the dozens of cotton plantations along the west bank of the
Mississippi River, across the Big Muddy from where Vicksburg is under siege by
General Grant’s Union army.
The 17th
fights in the vicious little battle of Milliken’s Bend in June, 1863, just a
month before the starving Confederates surrender Vicksburg, and just before Lee’s
army battles at Gettysburg.
The battle at Milliken’s Bend was
small, about 1,500 soldiers on each side, but it was the very first clash
between black Union soldiers recruited among the recently freed slaves from the
nearby plantations, and Confederate soldiers. The fact that those Confederates
were Texans who were fighting in their first battle of the war, and most of the
freedmen Union soldiers had never fired their muskets before the battle, makes
it even more interesting.
The whole historical story is
complicated by the overt racism of the time. As I read primary sources and come
across incident after incident, I understand why few modern historical
novelists are willing to tackle the ugliness of that season in that place. Then
there is the ugliness of the political-military issues surrounding the
plantations and the valuable cotton that both sides wanted, but which both
sides were willing to destroy to keep from the other side.
I’m finding the overlapping
issues are complex and challenging to work into a novel that creates likable
characters on all sides in a dark time where violence routinely trumped reason.
The second half of the 17th’s
story happens the following spring when the Texans fight in two big battles—Mansfield
and Pleasant Hill. This time the setting is further west in The Howling Wilderness, as a Union soldier termed the dense pine
forests where General Taylor’s Confederate army dueled with General Bank’s
Union army in 1864.
More in future blog posts about
the 17th.
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