2 thoughts on “Shiloh – Philip Fracassi”

  1. I guess at 12 x 10 inches, 48 pages, gloriously thick-boarded upholstering and well-illustrated. A wraparound to die for with potential masochistic paper cuts from this and the stiff pages … my copy numbered 6/100.
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  3. April 6, 1862 The First Day
    April 6, 1862 Night
    April 7, 1862 The Second Day

  4. I read this novella in one sitting. I simply had to. It would not let me go. I want you to have the same unforgettable experience. If you want to maximise the chances of having that same experience as me, then do not read my review below until you have indeed experienced the novella itself. In one inevitable gripped sitting. Even telling you this might spoil the experience! Then when you are ready, jump this gap…
    I read it with my spectacles off, my eyes close to the giant stiff white pages, refocusing easily on the print, pages that I turned compellingly as I soaked it all in. Or pages that somehow turned themselves when I was ready. The heavy handleablilty of the rest of the book almost feeling alive within my hands. I do not exaggerate.
    It starts off as a merely (merely!) powerfully written account of the Battle of Shiloh, narrated by Henry about himself and his twin brother William, fighting on the Confederate side. Judging by my meagre knowledge of the American Civil War, it faithfully followed its historical frames of reference. Did I say powerful? The terrifyingly attritional and relentless battle scenes are absolutely incredible in their depiction. I felt I was there. But, later, when gradually emerges the vision of clinging demons and a retrocausal green substance (retrocausal as radiating from the book’s eventual ending) leading to an almost erotic cannibalism, then all the bets are off. You would not credit the tactility of the words and their transcending quality. I cannot do justice to it all here. The poignancy of brotherly love and sacrifice. The religious sense then permeates, I would suggest, even the irreligious reader with a sense of its own spiritual if ghastly truth. But whose God is yours – “an uncaring God”, “an unlikely God” or “the Yankee God” (just to name just three on page 18) and on whose Altar does He work?
    An unmissable major work.
     
  5. “Please God let this be a memory, and not the present.”