S.C. Gwynne: Empire of the Summer Moon.

A review, of sorts…
I went into the Penn Books Store to use their restroom. On the way out, I picked up a book–an impulse purchase: S. C Gwynne’s, Empire of the Summer Moon–
… this motherfucker thinks he’s some kind of historian, Cormac McCarthy. He’s more like Judge Holden, spinning spidery tales to snare the mind of his readers in his own psychotic delusions.

It is difficult to find words for how awful, how psychologically… how pathologically dishonest this book.
I got through 62 pages–pushing that far to confirm in my mind that this is actually what this charlatan ‘historian’ journalist was committing on these pages.
words like ‘savage’ ‘civilized’ repeated like drones of a demonic chant… while with every atrocity attributed to the Comanches (Gwynne, assuring his readers that these were but the more violent of the habits of all the peoples of the Americas–their lacking any semblance of Western Moral Feelings for outsiders… )while with every sentence, I’m seeing American bombs raining fire on hospitals, burning children alive in tents…
This monstrosity was a NYT best seller for 82 weeks!
… 82 weeks. A Pullizer Prize Finalist.
…. disgusting