This is the book Cormac McCarthy found dusty in an old library sometime in the early â60s that inspired Blood Meridian. Few know how many of the depictions in that book werenât invented by McCarthy.
The book is a war diary by Samuel Chamberlain, a young man from Boston who rode in the real John Joel Glantonâs gang of scalpers in 1849, as is depicted in Mccarthyâs Blood Meridian.
If you thought Judge Holden wasnât scary enough wait till you hear that he was a real person mentioned in this book, this excerpt is from Samâs description of him (not Mccarthyâs) and is claimed by him to be true:
The second in command, now left in charge of the camp, was a man of gigantic size who rejoiced in the name of Holden, called "Judge" Holden of Texas. Who or what he was no one knew but a cooler blooded villain never went unhung; he stood six feet six in his moccasins, had a large fleshy frame, a dull tallow colored face destitute of hair and all expression. But when a quarrel took place and blood shed, his hog-like eyes would gleam with a sullen ferocity worthy of the countenance of a fiend. His desires was blood and women, and terrible stories were circulated in camp of horrid crimes committed by him when bearing another name, in the Cherokee nation and Texas; and before we left Fronteras a little girl of ten years was found in the chapperal, foully violated and murdered. The mark of a huge hand on her little throat pointed him out as the ravisher as no other man had such a hand, but though all suspected, no one charged him with the crime.
Holden was by far the best educated man in northern Mexico; he conversed with all in their own language, spoke in several Indian lingos, at a fandango would take the Harp or the Guitar from the hands of the musicians and charm all with his wonderful performance and out-waltz any poblana of the ball. He was "plum center" with a rifle or revolver, a daring horseman, acquainted with the nature of all the strange plants and their botanical names, great in geology and mineralogy, in short another Admirable Crichton [sc., the 16th-century Scottish prodigy and polymath], and
with all an arrant coward.
Not but that he possessed enough courage
to fight Indians and Mexicans or anyone else where he had the advantage in strength, skill, and weapons. But where the combat would be equal, he would avoid it if possible. I hated him at first sight and he knew it, yet nothing could be more gentle and kind than his deportment towards me; he would often seek conversation with me and speak of Massachusetts and to my astonishment I found he knew more about Boston than I did.
Iâve read the book, itâs an extremely interesting insight into the time.
It follows the style of adventure memoirs of the era with quite an exaggerated flamboyance to it.
However this description of a potential real life Holden sent a shiver down my spine, finding out the most evil character in fiction is in fact based on a real person, down to the finer details, was a harrowing moment.