This one of those novels that got talked up in a number of graduate classes I took in American literature, American studies, and other similar courses. I should mention from the start it’s neither an especially good or especially bad novel. Instead, it’s reputation, especially in those classes, comes from it’s kind of “first-ness” and it’s prototypical sense of especially 20th century myths about the West. This book came out in 1902 and the West, as we have it, had already been “closed” by various […]
Some notable sight was drawing the passengers, both men and women, to the window; and therefore I rose and crossed the car to see what it was.
The Virginian by Owen Wister