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Rootin’-tootin’ history of the dry-gulchers, horn-swogglers, and outright killers who populated the Wild West’s wildest city in the late 19th century.

The stories of Wyatt Earp and company, the shootout at the O.K. Corral, and Geronimo and the Apache Wars are all well known. Clavin, who has written books on Dodge City and Wild Bill Hickok, delivers a solid narrative that usefully links significant events—making allies of white enemies, for instance, in facing down the Apache threat, rustling from Mexico, and other ethnically charged circumstances. The author is a touch revisionist, in the modern fashion, in noting that the Earps and Clantons weren’t as bloodthirsty as popular culture has made them out to be. For example, Wyatt and Bat Masterson “took the ‘peace’ in peace officer literally and knew that the way to tame the notorious town was not to outkill the bad guys but to intimidate them, sometimes with the help of a gun barrel to the skull.” Indeed, while some of the Clantons and some of the Earps died violently, most—Wyatt, Bat, Doc Holliday—died of cancer and other ailments, if only a few of old age. Clavin complicates the story by reminding readers that the Earps weren’t really the law in Tombstone and sometimes fell on the other side of the line and that the ordinary citizens of Tombstone and other famed Western venues valued order and peace and weren’t particularly keen on gunfighters and their mischief. Still, updating the old notion that the Earp myth is the American Iliad, the author is at his best when he delineates those fraught spasms of violence. “It is never a good sign for law-abiding citizens,” he writes at one high point, “to see Johnny Ringo rush into town, both him and his horse all in a lather.” Indeed not, even if Ringo wound up killing himself and law-abiding Tombstone faded into obscurity when the silver played out.

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In this essay, Max Joles explores the relations between the typical black autobiographies and the autobiography of Barack Obama, Dreams from my father, a book that distinguishes itself from earlier black memoirs because of the privileged life its author has led. After all, how could someone with access to elite institutions and benefiting from laws of affirmative action still experience the same feelings of bondage his literary predecessors felt? Obama himself realized this and has always been hesitant to place himself in line with earlier black autobiographers. However, as is set forth in this essay, a modern Afro-American autobiographer can still experience forms of bondage, if not physical then mental. Joles tries to see past the more material aspects of Obama&#;s life in order to uncover the grander themes that could well place a modern African-American autobiography such as this one in the black literary tradition.

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In , when Barack Obama was in New York to discuss his plans about writing a memoir, one publisher told him that he ought to write a “typical black” story about being poor and rising from the ghetto of Chicago. ‘I never did take that trip’ Obama replied, ‘but I would like to write about the trip I have taken.’ Five years later, Obama published his memoir, called Dreams from my father. In the introduction of the book, Obama quickly tempered any expectations about his life story being a typical African-American narrative: ‘What has found its way onto these pages is a record of a personal, interior journey – a boy’s search for his father, and through that search a workable meaning for his life as a black American. The result is autobiographical, although… I can’t hold up my experience as being somehow representative of the black American experience (“After all, you don’t come from an underprivileged background,” a Manhattan publisher helpfully points out

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