He has . . . endeavored to bring on the inhabitants of our frontier, the merciless Indian savages whose known rule of warfare is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes, and conditions.
The Declaration of Independence
I'm not quite sure how to begin this post. I normally try to adopt a professional and coherent tone when I write up book reviews, but as my feelings about The Last of the Mohicans are certainly not professional and anything but coherent, it's going to be a difficult task to translate them onto the page. If you were to ask me absentmindedly what I loved most about this book, I would have a horrible time of it trying to pin my opinion on one word. The setting is both lush and savage. The romance is pure and sacrificial. The heroism is heart-wrenching. The battles and skirmishes are horrific and bloody. The characters remain forever branded on your heart. It is a story of such journeys, kidnappings, rescues, escapes, massacres, and sacrifices as cannot be put into words. Upon finishing it, I could only form one thought: "Oh, such a book!"
Such a book, indeed.
The Last of the Mohicans
*Summary taken from the back cover
Set in 1757 during the fierce French and Indian wars, Cooper's classic novel of adventure follows an android scout and his companions as they weave through the lush and spectacular wilderness of upstate New York, fighting to save the beautiful daughters of a fort commander from a treacherous Huron renegade.
With its death-defying chases and teeth-clenching suspense, this historical romance established many archetypes of American frontier fiction: the brave, skillful loner (Hawkeye), who rejects white civilization while aiding the settlers who spread it; the noble savage (Chingachgook) who becomes his deepest friend; a plot involving chases, epic battles, and lovely heroines (Cora and Alice Munro) menaced by an Indian renegade (Magua); and the central role played by the most important "character" of all, the awesomely beautiful but dangerous wilderness.
My Thoughts: Contrary to the impression you may have gained from my brief introduction, I did not always find Cooper's novel intriguing. The first one hundred pages in particular were slow and, to quote Abigail, dull as sand. (Just one of the reasons it took me about three months to finish this book.) The author allows no check on his verbosity, and subjects his reader to long historical discussions and descriptions as a result. It wasn't until my tutorial released for spring break that I gave myself a certain amount of pages to read per day, determined to finish the book at long last. What originally started as a personal assignment soon became much more, however, as I found it difficult to put this book down, lest Cora and Alice meet some new atrocity while I tarried. Though he takes his time getting around to it, Cooper definitely knows how to layer the tension and intrigue.
One of this book's most controversial facets is the way in which it portrays the Indians of colonial New York. The Last of the Mohicans presents a view of the Native American savage both old and new in nature. The author shows him in his most violent element, scalping enemies and friends alike with cold-hearted indifference, and then gives the man an artificial sort of holiness above that of the "pale-faces" because he is better acquainted with the ways of nature. The characters themselves are rather ambiguous on this subject, especially Hawkeye, who both commends and convicts the "red man" for his ways. Such an image falls short of the modern opinion, which depicts the Indian as an innocent and forsaken creature who was forced from his land by the domineering white man. While it certainly sounds heartbreaking and tragic (and perfectly fulfills their political agenda — shocking, no?), history's records do not agree with this faulty depiction. Cooper displays his Native Americans as capable of both shocking brutality and heart-rending sacrifice, painting an image conjured less by fantasy and more by reality. A good portion of the book is drenched (and I mean, drenched) in the violence and gore produced by the natives, but it does not keep the author from dropping obscure references to an Indian's supposedly superior knowledge and understanding. These opposing views are not easily reconciled with one another, and the worldview they present is ambivalent at best.
Pros: The Last of the Mohicans remains the quintessential example of a historical romance. Despite the slow beginning, it soon draws the reader in with its depictions of daring escapes, bloody massacres, valiant sacrifices, fearless heroes, lovely heroines, and every other element that classifies a page-turner. Even Cooper's prose, tedious at times though it may be, lends a sort of arresting beauty to the feral wilderness he describes. The male characters are gallant and fearless, repeatedly setting aside their own lives for the security of Cora and Alice. In the same vein, the two sisters act in a manner both modest and feminine, and entirely appropriate in nature. In Cora especially I found a refreshing balance between the fainting maiden of old and the overbearing feminist of modern culture. Both demure and strong-willed, she remains the voice of reason throughout the story, and her pure, wholehearted faith in God stood in sharp contrast with the shaky, practically nonexistent dogma of Hawkeye.
Cons: Besides the graphic violence native to its subject matter, the author also presents a vague image of morality between the spiritual clash of Yahweh, the One True God, and the Indians' Great Spirit. Hawkeye claims that the two are one and the same, and while they share a few similarities, such a view is obviously false. David Gamut, a devout Protestant and master of psalmody, is made to look quite ridiculous in his seeming lack of knowledge of all matters concerning warfare and wood-dwelling. To borrow others' words, he's so heavenly minded that he's no earthly good. Hawkeye also debates whether there will be a separate Heaven for the white man and the red man.
Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars
I recommend this book for ages 15+ because of the violent content and confused morality.
A Bit O' Reading For the Day:
“History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness.” — The Last of the Mohicans
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