I picked up this book almost 9 years ago. And for those nine years, I've been loathe to read it. I made the purchase at a time in my life when I was buying books like they were candy. Only I was I was unable to digest them, like I am candy. As a New Years Resolution, I placed my unread novels in a random order (sadly, there are quite a few)and I've decided I would read them in that order. No matter what, even if I've been kicking and screaming not to...
There are a lot of comparisons to Don Quixote. Which is obvious, as I know squat about the book. Though, I've oftern heard of tilting windmills. And according to my good friend Wikipedia, I suppose this might be correct. The advesaries in this novel are often times inaccurately portrayed. Mr. Mosher is also often times compared to Mark Twain. For me, I don't necessarily see the resemblance. Twain had a way of writing that drew you into the time period, especially with his flawless use of the vernacular for the region. What Mosher has created is a breezy, fun novel which is often times hilarious.
I grew up in a time were Lewis and Clark were portrayed as heroes in history. It appears that now history portrays them as jerks - unable to find humanity in the Natives, etc. Mosher locks on this a bit in his novel. The main protagonist, True, is a bit of the Revolutionary War era version of Jeff Spicoli - one part philosopher, 500 parts stoner, and one part genius. It's what makes this such a fun read. He is quick to point out that our ways the Native American ways are really no different that one another. We're similar in the core.
At least, that's what I take from the novel. If I could, it would be 3.5 stars.