1This nation, turning 100 years old, had no {\em Odyssey}, no
2St.George slaying the dragon, no Prometheus. The emerging American
3genius for making a lot of money was a poor substitute for King
4Arthur and his knights (although the Horatio Alger myth of rags to
5riches was good for a lot of mileage). Without a mythology and set
6of ancient heroes to call its own, America had to manufacture its
7heroes. So the mythmaking machinery of nineteenthcentury American
8media created a suitable heroic archetype in the cowboys of the Wild
9West. The image was of the undaunted cattle drivers living a life of
10reckless individualism, braving the elements, staving off brutal
11Indian attacks. Or of heroic lawmen dueling with sixguns in the
12streets at high noon. This artificial Wild West became Americas
13Iliad. |