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The authors' greatest success in this work—an impressive body of carefully researched and fascinating detail—grows out of their experiences as a professional archivist and an amateur historian. Blanton works at the National Archives, especially with military records from the nineteenth century. Cook took part in Civil War reenactments, at least until she was discovered to be a woman, the experience that inspired her interest in the similar fate of so many of the real distaff soldiers of the American Civil War. The very nature of the topic here, women forced by their culture's norms to hide their real identities to become soldiers, makes the research extremely challenging. The text's extensive notes and bibliography are culled from private, historical society, and manuscript collections; from government records, National Parks, state libraries, and newspapers; and from full-length published accounts, other histories, and periodical articles. To make sense of their large body of material—of the evidence that is sadly often recovered from mere fragments of stories and lives—Cook and Blanton take a sensible and largely thematically descriptive approach to their topic, organizing chapters around kinds of experiences: the transition into the male military persona, "Life in the Ranks," and being a prisoner of war, for example. They carry their overview into life after the war, and they add two final analytical chapters, one on the handling of the soldiers' histories since the War, and another on the overall conclusions to be drawn from their research. An appendix outlining the Victorian Female Warrior literary motif supports their frequent references throughout the book to the influence of popular culture on both the women's views of themselves and the popular "reading" of their lives. An additional stated goal of They Fought Like Demons is to contribute to an accurate history of women's experience in combat as part of the current debate on the place of women in the military. While they do not enter fully into this argument, their position seems clear in their recurring admiration for and belief in the successful performance of duty by the female Civil War soldier. For them, the significant rates of disease, casualties, and wounds offer "the real measure of any soldier's contribution to his or her nation's war effort." Additionally, "any argument that the higher casualty rates for women is evidence of their relative incapacity for the rough business of soldering also wanes in light of the promotion rate of fourteen percent for female soldiers over the course of the war." When able to sustain the fiction of their positions, in opposition to the assumed separate spheres ideology of their time, these women soldiers proved their abilities and dedication. The historical method used in They Fought Like Demons inspires and satisfies, but it also frustrates. Civil War buffs and students of military, American, and gender history will be grateful for access to the wealth of detail and the convincing composite portraits of the varied experiences of these women warriors. The thematic approach, however, requires that too few extended stories, even when available, get told whole and that individual fragments of stories are too often repeated as the relevant bits are applied to flesh out the claims of the various chapters. It is the distorted overgeneralizations of history that these authors hope to counter, and their most effective moments come when they immerse their readers in the joys and sorrows, successes and losses of an individual woman's life. One story in particular illustrates the point. Soldier and postwar cross-dresser Albert D. J. Cashier (born Jennie Hodgers) served three years in the War, gaining a number of loyal advocates among his fellow soldiers. After living successfully as a man after the war, as well as through it, Cashier was forced by need and senility into a state residence, where he was required to wear the skirts he had spent his life evading. Ironically, he fell in those skirts, broke a hip, and spent most of the remainder of his life an invalid. Knowing Cashier's history, readers celebrate when it is their fellow soldier Albert, not the woman Jennie, whom the local GAR (Grand Army of the Republic) buries, in uniform, with full military honors.
In their important and thoughtful homage to these fascinating and diverse women, hoping in part to use them as evidence in favor of women's active military service, these authors seem to have lapsed into an unfortunate version of "Don't ask, don't tell." §§§§ |
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