Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Auteur's library



James Fenimore Cooper

The Last of the Mohicans

1826

A seductive, old-fashioned, very narrative, tale of 18th-century racial and national conflicts which would come to shape today’s North America. Diffusing a barely hidden critique of a weak and hypocritical Christian society in favour of honour-bound and earnest Native American Tribes, and a union of the two, Cooper is always careful to compensate his almost childish praise of “Indian nature” by a “superior” trait conceded to his white audience. But in this dense relation, the author's prejudices (his relying on nature rather than culture) gradually become unimportant to allow you to enjoy the book and appreciate the characters in all their moderated worth, till you become part of their eternal landscape of woods and plains, mountains and rivers. What starts as a slowly paced critique of white conquest and its varied Native responses is quickly shadowed by the very thing they’re all fighting for, as North America itself becomes the most powerful character of the book. This is a sensual, tragic reading which, treacherously, and quite sadly, makes you forget to care for who wins, who loses; in this narration, all that matters is the journey: quiet, yet adventurous. Almost providential. Of the success of the critique, let the reader be the judge. The book, however, belongs to high literature. 

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