A Woman of the People [Paperback]

Benjamin Capps (Author)

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• Paperback
• Publisher: FAWCETT CREST (January 1, 1966)
• ASIN: B001U0UTZ0
• Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (4 customer reviews)

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17 of 17 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Great intro to Southwest Indian Culture, December 12, 1998

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This review is from: Woman of the People a Novel (Hardcover)

I read this book when I was in the eigth grade, that was 1969. It was spellbinding.....an account of cative torture was probably too unsettling for a thirteen year old, but otherwise, awesome. It introduced me to Comanche culture and started an interest in American Indian history that has continued to this day. Fabulous read!

5 of 5 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A Classic, March 24, 2010

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Millicent (Texas) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Woman of the People (Texas Tradition Series) (Paperback)

Like another reviewer, I first read this novel at an early age. I have probably passed through all of its pages ten times since, for the beautiful, spare way in which Capps yields language and for the story's consistent ability to move my soul. There is some explicit violence within, which should not be partaken of by a youngster, but the most virulent scene is relatively simple to bypass by those of mature years. Don't let this classic slip by.

4.0 out of 5 stars Angieville: A WOMAN OF THE PEOPLE, November 18, 2011

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Angela Thompson "Angiegirl" (Rocky Mountains) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Woman of the People (Texas Tradition Series) (Paperback)

I first read A WOMAN OF THE PEOPLE for an assignment in my 7th grade English class in San Antonio as part of our Texas literature unit. I loved it then. I really did. And I wasn't expecting to. I had recently moved to the Lone Star state from the island of Sicily and things were . . . a little different. Which is a really understated way of saying I was hopelessly unequal to the task of handling the differences between living in Italy and living in Texas. On top of that it was 7th grade, and 7th grade, as you know, is hell. I wasn't comfortable in my own skin. I wasn't comfortable back in the states. And I certainly wasn't comfortable at the middle school with its walls that felt as though they were closing in on me a little closer and a little tighter every day. So a book set on the Texas frontier didn't exactly have my engines racing, you know? Fortunately, I started it anyway. And that was all it took. Just starting it. I've re-read it a couple of times over the years since. For awhile there at work, I was conducting quite a bit of research on the history of Native American tribes and their interactions with early settlers. That research reminded me of this book and I discovered my old copy had gone walkabout. But I couldn't shake the urge to pick it up again, so I managed to find a copy to reread. It was as wonderful and heartbreaking as I remember it being. I feel like I say this more than I'd like, but I don't think I've talked to a single soul (outside of that 7th grade class) who's read this book and that's a shame. It deserves a wider readership than a handful of reluctant 7th graders.

Helen Morrison is nine years old and her little sister Katy is five. Living with their parents and their older brother George near the Brazos River on the Texas frontier, Helen and Katy's lives are practical but airy. They play and work and dream, and when Helen can't sleep at night she keeps herself up with stories of the scariest thing she can imagine--the Comanches. But while she believes they're real (even though she's never seen one), her young mind cannot really conceive of the terrible warriors her Aunt Melinda whispers of so threateningly. Then one fall day the Comanches come. The tribesmen destroy the Morrison homestead, killing the parents and older brother and carrying the two young girls off captive. In shock, angry, and determined to escape and return back home, Helen puts all her energy into taking care of Katy and not giving an inch to the people who have shattered her life. She soon becomes known among the tribe as Tehanita, or Little Girl Texan, and over the course of the next fourteen years she slowly (almost unbeknownst to herself) becomes assimilated into the Comanche tribe, finding family, companionship, and love among the people she once feared and distrusted.

I love Helen's story. I think my 12-year-old self, struggling to bridge two different cultures, found a lot to resonate with in her anger, fear, and uncertainty. I had read several traditional captivity tales around that time (Calico Captive comes to mind), and this one held the allure of being based on a true story. Interestingly, re-reading it as an adult, I relate to the story just as well as I did then, albeit this time more along the lines of the pain associated with actually being a grown up, leaving the world of childhood and home behind, and the wonder and joy of finding family where you didn't expect to and people who take you in and love you when they don't have to. I especially appreciated the emphasis on transformation and the many different roles we fill over the course of our lives, whether we go in willingly or not. Helen goes from scared young girl to Tehanita to a woman of the people, but her final role as Story Teller for her people may be my favorite. And I will always love the ways in which she is loved and taught by her adopted family Lance Returner and Come Home Early, Old Woman and Blessed. And of course by one unusual young man who falls in love with the outsider and the grand gesture he makes. I was and remain enchanted by the beautiful chapter titles: Mountains That Wander Away, The Winter of Living in Graves, and West Toward the Setting Sun. Strong and bittersweet, A WOMAN OF THE PEOPLE is a beautiful narrative and one that should not be forgotten.