Not sure how I missed this when it released in October, but I’m gonna catch up now.
The Last Sovereigns is the story of how Sioux chief Sitting Bull resisted the white man’s ways as a last best hope for the survival of an indigenous way of life on the Great Plains—a nomadic life based on buffalo and indigenous plants scattered across the Sioux’s historical territories that were sacred to him and his people.
Robert M. Utley explores the final four years of Sitting Bull’s life of freedom, from 1877 to 1881. To escape American vengeance for his assumed role in the annihilation of Gen. George Armstrong Custer’s command at the Little Bighorn, Sitting Bull led his Hunkpapa following into Canada. There he and his people interacted with the North-West Mounted Police, in particular Maj. James M. Walsh. The Mounties welcomed the Lakota and permitted them to remain if they promised to abide by the laws and rules of Queen Victoria, the White Mother. But the Canadian government wanted the Indians to return to their homeland and the police made every effort to persuade them to leave. They were aided by the diminishing herds of buffalo on which the Indians relied for sustenance and by the aggressions of Canadian Native groups that also relied on the buffalo.
John van Zyl has launched a new Youtube series on African history that pushes back on the currently prevailing orthodoxy that flatly condemns the European settler-colonialist-imperialist presence in Africa.
I look forward to delving in.
Van Zyl knew Robert Ruark and his family was friends with Wally Johnson, one of the last great old-school professional hunters of Africa. Johnson was the subject of a Peter Hathaway Capstick bio.
There’s nothing I appreciate more than a rifle that has been used.
They had me at the first glimpse of Eva Green.
STARZ will drop another visually spectacular historical epic — this one set on the New Zealand frontier — on February 14.
The Luminaries tells an epic story of love, murder and revenge, as men and women traveled across the world to make their fortunes. It is a 19th century tale of adventure and mystery, set on the Wild West Coast of New Zealand’s South Island in the boom years of the 1860s gold rush.
It looks compellingly strange…
You’ve read a couple of my love letters to that mad, bad, wild old frontier town of Los Angeles. I spent some fun nights at The Palomino Club in seedy old North Hollywood. Apparently, somebody is giving it its due. And, for the record, I’m still in love with Emmylou Harris. Don’t worry, Marilyn knows this…