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Philippe Vernisse _hilippe_ernisse — This book is much much better than the movie. I enjoy hearing the everyday struggles of restoring a house and the people within it, their exploits and explorations along with some Roman/Italian history. Gorgeous prose that makes me want to cry it's so good!

Krisna Murti tuanmudakrisna — I expected to like this book; I didn't expect to love it. "Dr. Greg's" story could have ended with the successful building of a school in northern Pakistan, but I appreciated hearing about the difficulties he faced afterwards in expanding the Central Asia Institute and, of course, the threat the Taliban posed to his work. One encounters some fairly purple prose at times from co-author Relin ("shattered glaciers that hung like half-chewed meals from the flanks of shark-toothed twenty-thousand-foot peaks"), but I thought the structure of the book presented a great deal of information in an easily digestible manner. Also very interesting to learn why educating girls in poverty-stricken areas is so important to economic survival, not just an appealing egalitarian notion.

ксения моисеева _seniia_oiseieva — Months and months ago, before I even started talking about how I had to go to Montana, my mother gave me this book. "You have to read it!" she said, a recommendation which confused me greatly. Why did my mother, who generally picks books for me pretty well, think short stories from the Wild West were something I should be reading? I read the first story and felt uncomfortable about colonialism and put it down. But then I went to the Wild West and picked it up again. And it resonated a little more. Okay, a LOT more. Reviews of these stories say that Dorothy M. Johnson makes it clear that that's How Things Really Were in the Wild West. I was skeptical of this claim. It's fiction, after all, and she was born in 1910, after the days of the Wild West had passed. The reviews also said she creates full characters and can easily slip her point of view from settler to pioneer woman to Indian. I shall examine these claims. This book consists of a novella and three short stories: "A Man Called Horse," "Lost Sister," and "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance." "A Man Called Horse" involves a white guy trying to figure out how to escape from the Indians. "Lost Sister" is about a forty-something woman who is returned to her family after growing up with the Indians, having been captured by them at a young age. "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance" is about people shooting each other to defend themselves and taking credit and being indebted to people and having your legacy go unnoticed. These stories were okay, but I wasn't crazy about them. "A Man Called Horse" made me uncomfortable about colonialism. The other two were fine, but didn't really stick with me. However, the novella, "The Hanging Tree," really drew me in. This story, I think, is a masterpiece. A doctor confronting a grim destiny. A woman settling in a place where it is clear she does not belong. A teenager coming of age. The greed induced by a gold rush. The mob mentality it's easy to create among a bunch of people far from home who don't understand their surroundings. It's a beautifully written story, delicately interweaving various themes and plot points with also just some crazy things that have nothing really to do with the plot, like runaway mules running down the restaurant for the prospectors and causing it to catch fire. (THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS IN THE WEST.) And...this may sound strange...but I really believe that this is what it was like in the Old West. This is what my summer would have been, if you took out the lodge, replaced it with a gold rush, took out most of the women, and took it back in time 140 years. Also, you would have to make things even more lawless and add a lot more violence. So I highly recommend "The Hanging Tree" as an excellent piece of Western literature. The other stories, personally, I could take or leave. But that could be because, as I've said before, I'm not much of one for short stories except for those of Jhumpa Lahiri.