Do You like book Andersonville (1993)?
This summer marked the 75th anniversary of the publication of Gone with the Wind and I suspect that's what got me interested in all things Civil War. Andersonville, the Pultizer Prize winning work of historical fiction written by MacKinlay Kantor, seemed a natural choice for my new interest in that period of American History. Having visited the Andersonville Prisoner of War Camp in South Georgia years ago, I already knoew a little about the horrors the Union soldiers suffered there.Open for only 18 months, 52,000 Yankees were "housed" (although not my idea of housing) at this notorious POW camp known as Ft. Sumter and 13,000 of the soldiers died there. The 27 acre camp was surrounded by a stockade made of pine logs with a small creek that ran through the center. The residents had no shelter, except for makeshift tents for those who had the resources. This meant the prisoners had to suffer through intense heat in the Georgia summer, rain, and the cold of Georgia winter's with no defense. The creek became a combination of bathing, toileting, drinking, and disease. The men were given little or no fresh meat or vegetables and scant food in general. They suffered scurvy, gangrene, diarrhea, dysentery and various other life threating/ending diseases. The author begins the book describing the account (fictitious) of the residents who live in this sleepy Southern town. Soon follows the building of the POW camp. After that, the author devotes each chapter to describing the residents of the POW camp. He begins the chapter with a background of the residents and brings each to their current condition in the camp. Some of his characters are based on fact as some soldiers left behind diaries. At the end of the book, as a reference, the author writes about some of the true characters, which I referred to as I was reading the book. He writes with such imagination and description of the characters and I found this stunning. After reading this book, I'm sure to take another visit to the Andersonville POW camp.
—Kathy Scantle
Try to imagine a place worse than Dachau. It’s impossible, you say. Then imagine, if you will, Dachau just as overcrowded but without the huts, without a clean water supply, without any kind of sanitation; just a palisade with watchtowers around an open field. Imagine people, thousands of people, suffering in confined conditions under an open sky, winter and summer, the only source of water being a marshy stream which rapidly turns into a sewer, a breeding ground for maggots and disease. This is not Germany; this is not Dachau. This is America; this is Andersonville.Thanks to Ike Jakson, a fellow blogger, I’ve read Andersonville, the 1955 Pulitzer Prize winning novel by MacKinlay Kantor. It’s set during the American Civil War, for the most part in and around Andersonville, a prisoner of war camp near the town of Anderson in Georgia, which opened in February 1864. In just over twenty-six acres thousands of Union prisoners were penned as in a zoo, with no shelter other than their own rough shebangs, holes dug in the ground, covered with blankets or coats propped up with sticks. In the year or so it was open an estimated 45 thousand men passed through its gates; almost 13 thousand never passed out again, other than to the grave, dead of malnutrition, neglect, malaria, diarrhoea, scurvy and gangrene.Andersonville is a powerful novel, one of the most powerful I’ve ever read, and I say that without a trace of exaggeration. Kantor spent years on background research, evidenced in his writing, material he handles with ease, fully digested, unlike so many other historical novels. It could, given the subject, have been an angry book, a bleak book, but it’s not; it’s a book full of gentle understanding and humanity. There are parts that are difficult to read, there is real horror, but there is nothing lurid, nothing overstated in Kantor’s treatment.It’s a mixture of fact and fiction, a mixture of real people and wholly believable characters: unforgettable characters like Ira Claffey and his daughter Lucy, who live on a plantation close to the camp, and Nathan Dreyfoos, a cultured man, a Union prisoner, carried to Andersonville by chance and fate. There are others, large and small, people the author takes from their homes and guides them through his pages, sometimes invisible, other times not. It’s a story, in so many ways, of intersected lives and intersected destinies.In Dachau the Nazis imposed a brutish order, with guards in the camp and designated block orderlies. In Andersonville, or Camp Sumter, to give its official name, there was no order or policing. The authorities stayed outside for the most part, allowing the prisoners to manage the best they could. The worst was a kind of jungle, a Darwinian struggle of the strong against the weak.For me this was the most depressing part of the story, that predatory gangs known as Raiders organised themselves to steal from their already impoverished comrades, not stopping short of murder. This is not fiction; this really happened and it continued to happen until other prisoners formed their own police force, the Regulators, imposing a kind of order in the midst of misery. The order went so far as trying and condemning the leaders of the Raiders, a process carried out with the cooperation of the camp authorities.The authority, the person with immediate responsibility for Andersonville, was one Captain Henry Wirz, of Swiss German origin, the only person convicted and executed after the Civil War of what we now refer to as war crimes. Kantor does not condemn him, no; he merely presents him as a self-pitying, ineffectual and rather wretched little man, an obvious scapegoat. His greater culprit is General John H Winder,responsible for the whole of the Confederate prison system, depicted as a callous and brutish individual who, along with his son, is alleged to have deliberately engineered death by neglect.It’s as well to remember, though, that Andersonville is a novel, not a history. In the spirit of poetic licence some liberties are taken with the facts. There is not the least doubt about the callous indifference with which many of the Confederate authorities perceived the Union prisoners, but the camp opened at a time when the Southern state itself was dying; at a time when supply was breaking down, when shortages were commonplace; a time when even soldiers in the field went hungry. This is not to excuse what happened at Andersonville, to excuse the dehumanisation, merely to offer a wider understanding.Of the dozens of novels I’ve read this year Andersonville is by far the best, only equalled by Vassily Grossman’s Life and Fate, by coincidence another account set against a background of war. Kantor writes in a lucid and compelling fashion, a narrative that quickly engages and carries one along. He writes in a wholly believable way about wholly believable people. Some books are instantly forgettable, no matter how enjoyable. This is a book that cannot be forgotten, one destined to leave a perpetual afterimage in my mind.
—Anastasia Fitzgerald-Beaumont
About halfway into this book, I looked up some reviews of it on Amazon.com. Several people wrote that they had read this book twenty-five or thirty years ago (it was published in the 1950s), yet it had stuck with them all this time. I am not surprised. The sheer awfulness of a 28-acre pen holding 50,000 prisoners, the horror of so many men in one place, the starvation due to lack of provisions, the thousands of deaths from easily curable diseases and infections, the filth resulting from a lack of proper sewage, the degradation of the men locked inside... it all becomes almost too much. Yet somehow you can't look away, and among all the horror are little glimmers of hope. I read several reviews of this book in which it was mentioned that this book moves slowly. I agree that it begins at an excruciatingly slow pace, but now that I have finished the entire thing, I can see how the author kept building the story, layer upon layer. It's also been mentioned that the lack of quotation marks when a character is speaking is annoying; however, I adapted to the lack rather quickly and hardly noticed it. I enjoyed getting to know so thoroughly the various characters, both prisoners and their Confederate captors, cheering when the prisoners won some small victory and mourning the death of yet another noble Union soldier. Kantor goes into great detail with each and every character, fleshing them out with anecdotes from their previous lives before they were soldiers, before they were prisoners, before they were jailers. This book does an excellent job of portraying the conflict between the Confederate chain of command and those in charge of the prison, between the Union prisoners and the Confederate jailers, and even within each man as you see, time and again, men realizing that their enemies are really their brothers, worthy of whatever assistance can be rendered. You realize that nothing is ever as clear-cut as North vs. South, Union vs. Confederate, prisoner vs. jailer.It's not a book to enter into lightly; this is not a book to take to the beach. But I am so glad I stuck it out to the bitter end, and like so many other reviewers before me, I will carry this novel with me for the rest of my life.
—Karyl