This book has been sitting on my shelf for at least fifteen years. I'm not sure if I bought it on impulse or if it was given to me, but it had a bookmark that my at-that-time girlfriend gave me after moving three states away to sunny San Diego on page three. There is a beach on the bookmark. Porter Rockwell failed to satisfy my boyish longings fifteen years ago, but I am no longer a lovesick boy. I am a man. And this is the kind of book men read. And like Porter Rockwell would have done, I kicked that girl to the curb long ago.
There are other ways that I am like Porter Rockwell. He didn't shave or cut his hair. I have not shaved in two months and it has been at least one month since I cut my hair. He lived in Lehi, Utah. I've driven through there. So on the first lazy Sunday after school got out for summer break, and I no longer had to deal with thirteen, fourteen, or fifteen-year-olds and their somewhat pleasing but often overly-simplistic YA literature, I decided to give Porter Rockwell another shot. That's a pun, because he shot guns.
This book is okay. I liked reading it. I like Utah history and I can easily get wrapped up in books about what my hometown was like one hundred and fifty years ago. Dewey has clearly done his research and has a source to cite in nearly every paragraph. There are two hundred fifty pages of notes, references, and bibliography. But this book also has some problems. Although he's done a great job including sources, Dewey isn't able to let them speak for themselves. Any time he thinks a source might not support the image of Porter Rockwell he wants the reader to go away with, he interrupts the source to correct it. And these interruptions and corrections never have their own sources, which means that the corrections are unsubstantiated and unsupported. Dewey wants to entice the reader with the image of Porter Rockwell as a gunslinging roustabout going against the grain in early Mormon Utah, but he also wants to make sure the reader knows that Rockwell was an obedient and faithful Latter-day Saint, despite his fondness for whiskey and swearing. And killing people. Though there are more than enough sources to convince me that the author has done the legwork, the information isn't presented objectively, so it doesn't really paint a clear picture of who Porter Rockwell was.
To an extent, I can understand why Dewey approached the subject in the way he did. It's clear that there was a lot of misinformation in contemporary sources about Rockwell's character, and it's understandable that a Rockwell aficionado would want to clear some of that up. But Dewey over-corrects. It's not enough for Dewey to demonstrate that Rockwell was not a hit man for the early church. He goes out of his way to leave the reader with the impression that Rockwell was pretty conventional as far as LDS doctrinal observance is concerned, that a modern Latter-day Saint might expect to run into him in sacrament meeting if he were alive today, and that he might even be assigned to Rockwell as a home teaching companion. But despite his unwavering loyalty to the church and it's leaders, the guy owned a saloon and was a well-documented alcoholic that, on a handful of occasions, clearly killed people who crossed paths with him in the heat of the moment. Dewey's interpretation of Rockwell's character in this regard seems a bit strained throughout the book.
The first one hundred pages don't really have much to do with Rockwell. I can see why Dewey included them; he wants to paint a picture of the hostile environment Rockwell and the other Mormons endured to show how it shaped Rockwell's character. The problem is that, since Rockwell wasn't a well-known figure at the beginning of this period, there isn't much documentation for his whereabouts. There are a few documents that tie him loosely to various places and events, but nothing to shed any light on what he actually did. As a result, the first hundred pages read like a pretty standard recitation of LDS church history with insertions at the end of each major event saying things like, "Doubtless Porter was there." The problem is that Dewey is reading his history backward, placing Rockwell in the middle of events based on the ways he was known to act twenty years later, when there is more documentation about things he said and did.
I'm getting a little picky here, but I'm also a little annoyed with some of the Dewey's stylistic choices. He likes to set up paragraphs in which he doesn't really say what he's trying to get at, but instead makes a few broad statements and then uses an ellipses to get the reader to infer his meaning. And we all know how effective that can be in a book claiming to be an academic historical work...
I think Dewey would have written a much better book if he had been willing to embrace the more ethereal and folkloric aspects of Rockwell's character instead of trying to cram his personality into Dewey's predetermined mold. It is, after all, that legendary aspect of Porter Rockwell that makes him such a compelling figure.