A ballad of love and glory A novel

Reyna Grande

Book - 2022

"A Long Petal of the Sea meets Luis Alberto Urrea's The House of Broken Angels in this epic historical romance about a Mexican woman and an Irish-American soldier who fall in love in the thick of the Mexican-American War"--

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Genres
Romance fiction
War fiction
Historical fiction
Published
New York : Atria Books 2022.
Language
English
Main Author
Reyna Grande (author)
Edition
First Atria books hardcover edition
Physical Description
370 pages : map ; 24 cm
ISBN
9781982165260
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Review by Booklist Review

In her latest novel, following her second memoir, A Dream Called Home (2018), award-winning Grande brings to life the turbulent battles over Texas that culminated in the war of 1848 between the U.S. and Mexico. Ximena is a young woman with healing gifts whose family has lost land, life, and honor in the conflict. John, a young man with a starving family in Ireland, is based on the real-life hero who led the Batallón San Patricio or St. Patrick Brigade. The point of view alternates between these two simpatico characters, while other historical figures feature prominently in the drama, including the infamous General Lopez de Santa Anna, eccentric General Zachary Taylor, and the insufferable U.S. army officer Braxton Bragg. Grande has taken great care with her research, which is evident in her powerful portrayal of various battles and the execrable treatment the Irish and other immigrants suffered at the hands of the U.S. troops, prompting their defection to fight alongside their Catholic brethren. While the sad outcome for Mexico is immutable, that of John and Ximena is anything but certain.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Inspired by the life of an Irish immigrant who served in the Mexican Army in 1846 and a Mexican nurse immortalized in a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier, Grande (A Dream Called Home) delivers a worthy old-fashioned epic of romance and war. After Ximena's husband, Joaquin, is killed by Texas Rangers, she becomes a nurse during the Mexican-American War. John Riley, an Irish immigrant who initially serves in the U.S. Army, resents the harsh way his kinsmen are treated by officers. He deserts to Mexico, where General Santa Anna places him in charge of a unit made up of other Irish deserters called the Saint Patrick's Battalion. Riley and Ximena meet during the defense of Matamoros. Despite having a wife and son back in Galway, Riley begins an affair with Ximena that continues through the Mexican army's many defeats. An American victory almost certainly ensures that a captured Riley and his fellow San Patricios will be hanged, so Ximena embarks on an extraordinary effort to save his life. With a backdrop of American arrogance and Mexican corruption along with the nicely imagined relationship between Riley and Ximena, the author sharply illuminates the heroism of her characters. It's a great story and a revealing look at a lesser-sung chapter of American history. Agent: Johanna Castillo, Writers House. (Mar.)

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Review by Library Journal Review

With U.S. troops surging toward the Rio Grande in what would become the Mexican-American War, Texas Rangers kill Mexican healer Ximena's husband, and Ximena becomes an army nurse to help her country resist the unprovoked invasion from the north. Irish immigrant John Riley also serves the cause, so shocked by the U.S. Army's treatment of his fellow Irishmen that he swims the Rio Grande to join the Mexican army, eventually leading a company of immigrants and expatriates, mostly deserters, dubbed the Saint Patrick's Battalion. Ximena and John care for each other, but will their love survive these fiery times? From National Book Critics Circle finalist Grande; with a 100,000-copy first printing.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

The Mexican countryside is studded with scenes of horror as American forces bear down on an unprepared Mexican army in 1846. As a nation teeters under staggering loss, an Irish soldier and a Mexican nurse join forces to save their people and themselves. Until President James K. Polk issues orders for the U.S. Army to push into the Rio Grande to regain control of a strip of land, Ximena Salomé and her husband, Joaquín, live a life of contentment: He takes care of their ranch, and she is a respected healer in their community. When the Texas Rangers burn their home and kill Joaquín, Ximena escapes and vows to honor his memory by volunteering as an army nurse on the battlefields. John Riley, an Irish immigrant who joined the U.S. Army to send money home to his impoverished family, is angered by the atrocities committed by the Americans and disgusted by the way he and the other immigrant soldiers are treated. In a daring move, he abandons his unit by swimming across the Rio Grande to join the Mexican army. He and Ximena cross paths on the battlefield, and as the ill-prepared Mexican army suffers loss after loss, the couple find solace in each other's presence. Juxtaposed with the wartime atrocities, their passionate love affair infuses a gritty story with a dose of humanity and hope. When John becomes the leader of the Saint Patrick's Battalion, comprised of immigrants like him, the peril intensifies. With themes of immigration and hostilities at the U.S-Mexico border, the story offers parallels to our current political climate. Inspired by real characters and events, this sweeping saga brings to light a lesser-known war with complex protagonists. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Chapter 1 1 March 1846 El Frontón de Santa Isabel, Gulf of Mexico When the three steamships came into view, undulating on the shimmering waters of the gulf, the villagers grew quiet and still, in the way Ximena had seen meadowlarks freeze when hunted by a hawk. Standing on the shore of the Laguna Madre, the water soaking into her skirt, she squinted from the glare as she watched the ships passing through the entrance of the inlet, the smoke rolling out of their funnels dark as storm clouds. She trembled inside. These vessels were not traders or merchants bringing goods to market. The port of El Frontón de Santa Isabel, just north of the mouth of the Río Bravo del Norte, was a lifeline for the small settlements and scattered ranches in the area and the nearby city of Matamoros. Ximena loved swimming and fishing in the bay, the cool salt air and rolling waves, so whenever her husband went to the port to sell and trade supplies from their rancho--cowhides, tallow, wool, livestock, and crops from the last harvest--she eagerly joined him. As the steamships anchored in the harbor, she caught flashes of red and blue in the air and something glinting on the decks in the afternoon sunlight. Though she couldn't see clearly what they carried, an image formed in her mind: bronze cannons and blue-clad soldiers. For eight months, she'd been hearing rumors of war, ever since US and Texas soldiers had been encamped in Corpus Christi Bay. But as long as they remained two hundred and fifty kilometers away, their presence hadn't disrupted her daily life. Three months before, in the last days of 1845, the Republic of Texas had become the twenty-eighth state in the Union, and a dispute had erupted over this strip of land between the Río Bravo--or the Río Grande, as the norteamericanos called it--and the Río Nueces to the north. She, like everyone, knew it was only a matter of time before the Yanqui president, James Polk, would order his troops to march south to take possession of the disputed land. These warships, Ximena realized, were bringing an end to what little tranquility had existed in her region. "We should go," she whispered, turning to her grandmother, who was standing beside her in the water. Nana Hortencia's silver braids hung loosely at either side of her head, and although the years had bent and twisted her body like the limbs of a mesquite, her hands were firm and steady. The old woman sighed with worry and said, "Let us go find your husband, mijita." Tolling church bells shattered the eerie silence that had descended upon the small community. All at once, mothers pulled their children out of the water and rushed them home, fisherwomen snatched up their baskets, and fruit and vegetable vendors hastily loaded their crates onto their carts. Out in the Laguna Madre, the fishermen were rowing their boats back to the wharf. Then bugles sounded the alarm, and the handful of Mexican soldiers protecting the port hurried to their posts. Ximena waded out of the water and guided her grandmother to the storehouses. Her wet skirt clung to her legs, her sandals squished, but there was no time to change. She quickened her pace, but as Nana Hortencia struggled to keep up, she forced herself to slow down, to not panic. Clutching the old woman's hand, they wove through the throng of frightened villagers, her eyes searching for her husband, Joaquín. She sighed in relief when she spotted the ranch hands at a storehouse, rushing to finish loading the sacks of coal onto the carts. But Joaquín wasn't with them, nor could she find him inside. "Stay here, Nana," she said and hurried back outside. As Ximena whirled around into the street, a party of Texas Rangers rode into the plaza from the rear of the port, shouting their wild cries and firing their revolvers into the air. The villagers screamed and ran for cover. The Mexican soldiers guarding the customhouse hastily fired warning shots, and the Rangers retaliated. The grass-thatched roof of the customhouse had already begun to smoke, and then, suddenly, burst into flames. "Joaquín!" Ximena cried out, pushing past the crowd, her heart flailing like a seagull trapped in netting. Seeing her husband run out of the building, she rushed to join him. "Vámonos," he said, taking her hand. The air reeked of smoke. Ximena could hear the crackling of the burning timber and thatch as the villagers' huts burned. Flames licked the rafters in the plaza church even as the bells continued to toll. People ran out of their homes with whatever they could carry. A fortunate few loaded their wagons and carts and fled. The rest followed behind on foot in a frantic pace, seeking shelter in the prairie beyond. The Yanqui cavalry suddenly burst through the smoke, led by a peculiar old man dressed like a farmer and wearing a straw hat. They shot their pistols into the air, and in the shocked silence that followed, the man in the straw hat pulled his horse to a halt and held up one hand. "My name is General Zachary Taylor, commander-in-chief of the Army of Occupation of the United States of America," he declared. "Do not be afraid." No one waited to hear the Yanqui general say more. Joaquín handed Ximena her horse's reins, and as soon as Nana Hortencia sat safely on one of the canvas-topped wagons and the ranch hands took the reins, they rode out of the village, eluding the general and his mounted troops along with the Rangers. They made their way across the broad plains, but encumbered by wagons and carts loaded with sacks of rice, wheat flour, coffee and cacao, crates of piloncillo and dried fish, and other provisions they had picked up at the port, they couldn't get away fast enough. As the gathering dusk gave over to the fireflies twinkling over the prairie, Ximena, struggling to see in the deepening twilight, wondered how long it would take to cover the remaining nine kilometers to the rancho. She glanced back at the village in the distance and saw it was covered in an orange haze. "War is coming," she said. "No, mi amor," Joaquín said. "They will negotiate. I'm sure it won't come to war." He was only trying to ease her worries. But it was futile to try to shield her from what she had witnessed that day. What else could this be, if not an act of war? She remembered that ten years before, when Texas rebelled against Mexico and declared itself an independent republic, it proclaimed that its boundary would then extend two hundred and fifty kilometers south to the Río Bravo, even though the Río Nueces had been the established border even before Mexico had achieved its independence from Spain. Mexico had never recognized Texas's independence or its claim to the Río Bravo and the region between the two rivers, and it had warned the United States to keep its hands off its lands. Looking to the sky, Ximena thought of the single star on the flag of the Republic of Texas, realizing that it was now part of the American constellation. If the United States was now ready to destroy everything in its wake, what would become of her and her family? 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