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Shanie 2022-03-21 09:01:45
Relatives or friends?
2008-05-27 23:27:03
First of all, I must be sure that Bob is not a good thing and is not worthy of sympathy. Charlie's character also has limited sympathy. Family affection and justice are often used together as compliments, but when the two are opposed, justice should be chosen.
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Melyssa 2022-03-22 09:01:39
Review The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
The hero (Jesse) is the benchmark of mankind's victory over time, the hope of realizing our humble identity.
(Probably the reason why heroic epics appear so early in human history.)
Immortality arises from doubts in the reality of our existence (Jesse's immortality comes from his deliberate grasp...
Carey Feehan
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford quotes
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[first lines]
Narrator: He was growing into middle age, and was living then in a bungalow on Woodland Avenue. He installed himself in a rocking chair and smoked a cigar down in the evenings as his wife wiped her pink hands on an apron and reported happily on their two children. His children knew his legs, the sting of his mustache against their cheeks. They didn't know how their father made his living, or why they so often moved. They didn't even know their father's name. He was listed in the city directory as Thomas Howard. And he went everywhere unrecognized and lunched with Kansas City shopkeepers and merchants, calling himself a cattleman or a commodities investor, someone rich and leisured who had the common touch. He had two incompletely healed bullet holes in his chest and another in his thigh. He was missing the nub of his left middle finger and was cautious, lest that mutilation be seen. He also had a condition that was referred to as "granulated eyelids" and it caused him to blink more than usual as if he found creation slightly more than he could accept. Rooms seemed hotter when he was in them. Rains fell straighter. Clocks slowed. Sounds were amplified. He considered himself a Southern loyalist and guerrilla in a Civil War that never ended. He regretted neither his robberies, nor the seventeen murders that he laid claim to. He had seen another summer under in Kansas City, Missouri and on September 5th in the year 1881, he was thirty-four-years-old.
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Narrator: And so it went, Jesse was increasingly cavalier. Merry, moody, fey, unpredictable. He camouflaged his depressions and derangements with masquerades of extreme cordiality, courtesy, and goodwill towards others. But Even as he jested or tickled his boy in the ribs, Jesse would look over at Bob with melancholy eyes as if the two were meshed in an intimate communication. Bob was certain that the man had unriddled him; had seen through his reasons for coming along; that Jesse could forecast each of Bob's possible moves and inclinations and was only acting the innocent in order to lull Bob into a stupid tranquility and miscalculation.
