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10 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Masterson is a masterful search for a legend., September 29, 1999
By A Customer
Don Chance The legendary names of the Old West, the true legendary names and not phonies like Matt Dillon or Ben Cartwright, always seem to come in sets. Evidence suggests Jesse and Frank apparently knew Billy and Pat, and Pat once reportedly chased Butch and Sundance, and so on. I mean, the way the enduring names are found together so often, you'd think all those immortal lawmen and outlaws used to have sleep-overs at each other's houses. Makes a certain sense, too - those wide-open spaces of the Old West weren't all that heavily populated with white people until fairly late in the century. But "Masterson," a new speculative novel by Spur Award winner Richard S, Wheeler, explores the life, and especially the legend, of the one name seen most in association with the other famous western figures. Bat Masterson knew them all! Like Forrest Gump, Bartholomew (aka. William Barclay or "Bat") Masterson was present at, or personally knew most of the principles involved in, most of the notorious moments in the history of the western frontier. From his young participation with the other Adobe Wells defenders against Quanah Parker's Commanches, to his term as a tough lawman during Dodge City's wildest cowtown days, to his Tombstone adventures with Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, to his final years as a New York City newspaper columnist with such sporting buddies Damon Runyon and Tex Rickard, Bat Masterson is as much a part of the Old West as traildust and the Pony Express. And, even though it's a fictional account of a cross-country trip that never happened, "Masterson" reflects the incredible life and times of this authentic historical icon. At the dawn of Prohibition, William Barclay Masterson is discouraged, depressed, and suffering with the alcohol-aggravated diabetes that would kill him just before his sixty-eighth birthday a year or so away. As another New York winter approaches, he is also trying to come to grips with his fierce and unshakeable "dime novel" reputation as a mankiller, having killed just one white man in his life and that in self-defense. Taking along his long-time common-law wife, Emma, a former vaudeville singer/dancer, Masterson departs on a quest in search of his legend with the intent of setting that legend straight. At their first stop in Dodge City, forty years after the town's turbulent beginnings, the aging couple is met with open hostility by a modern, progressive town desperate to bury its tempestuous past and uncivilized reputation. More determined than ever to root out the source of his infamy, Bat heads on toward friendlier territory in Trinidad, Colorado. San Diego, Los Angeles, Leadville, Pueblo, Denver. Bat Masterson never does lay his legend to rest, but he and Emma enjoy a fine old time trying. As well as telling a thoroughly entertaining yarn, Richard S. Wheeler has done an excellent job of research in pinning down one of the few men in history who saw it all. It's almost impossible to imagine how one man can go from the astoundingly primitive era of the 1880s buffalo hunter to the soft life of an 1900s urban newspaper personality and executive, but Wheeler makes it seem as natural for us as it must've seemed for the original subject. And his views on Masterson's famous and infamous contemporaries just feel right in light of everything known of those people (a disheartening lunch meeting with a suspicious and cynical Wyatt Earp and Josie Marcus in Los Angeles depicts that famous couple's hapless last days in a heart-rending way that makes more sense than most historically accepted accounts). Like I said, Bat Masterson was there - he knew them all. And that reason alone is why there is never enough new books on the man or the legend. It's not factual history, maybe, but Richard Wheeler's "Masterson" is one of those rare books I could read again even though I've just finished it.
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