Argall: The True Story of Pocahontas and Captain John Smith by William Vollmann
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Poetic and beautiful and grotesque and deeply, profoundly crass all at once. On balance I liked it better than Fathers and Crows, but less than The Ice Shirt. It had a somewhat dissimilar style to the first two, or maybe it just seemed so because I'm more familiar with Renaissance English than with French or Old High Norse. That said, the use of old meanings of familiar words (impaled to mean "enclosed in fences"; punk for "whore"), peculiar slang (trull, "belly timber"), and entirely obsolete words (hayment) was particularly interesting. I learned easily two dozen new words, which is very rare in a single book for me these days (albeit half of those words related to prostitution or female anatomy).
The book also had many fewer footnotes, slightly sparser appendices, and almost no magic to speak of, but it was still very clear that the author prepared thoroughly and drank deep of the historical sources (which is to say that it still "smelt of the candle" like one of Demosthenes's speeches). The author's research, preparation, and wit clearly shone through, although I was a bit saddened that he spent less time with the Natives than he seemed to spend in Fathers, which was one of its great strengths (from my perspective). If you enjoyed the first two, heartily recommended, although one could come in midstream here without much penalty if one was particularly interested in Jamestown.