Saturday, May 18, 2013

Saturday music, Jerry Lee Lewis



Jerry Lee Lewis, born 1935 in Ferriday, Louisana. "High School Confidential," a song written for the movie of the same name, was recorded and released in 1958. It rose to no. 9 on the country charts, no. 5 on the R&B chart, and 21 on the top 100 singles chart.

Coming up: Robert J. Conley, The Saga of Henry Starr (1989)

Friday, May 17, 2013

Jack London, A Daughter of the Snows (1902)


Here’s one for the white supremacy bookshelf. Hard to find a book with more crack-brained ideas
about race than this first novel by Jack London. Set in northern Canada during the gold rush on the Klondike, it’s also a mixed bag of yarns about miners and adventurers on the north frontier.

The daughter of the title is Frona Welse a spirited and fiercely independent young woman whose main grievance is that she wasn’t born male. Being a woman she has to settle for living vicariously through the lives of adventurous men. There’s also the nuisance of amorous advances by men who don’t live up to her ideals.

Plot. The novel begins as Frona steps off the boat at Dyea, Alaska, where she grew up at a trading post. A young woman of 20, she has been away for ten years, getting an education in the States. Now returned, she is hardly changed from the free-spirited motherless child who was once friends with the men who trapped and prospected in the Canadian interior.

Chilkoot Pass, 1898
With the gold rush in full swing, she crosses the Chilkoot Pass with thousands of others and heads for Dawson City, in the Yukon. There her father, Jacob Welse, seems to own and run every enterprise in the territory.

As autumn darkens into sub-arctic winter, there are new arrivals, including Corliss, a tenderfoot mining engineer and Gregory St. Vincent, a journalist and world traveler. There’s a lot of talk and little action, however, until the last chapters when miners and prospectors head up river to wait for the spring thaw.

As the river ice is breaking up, Frona and the others discover a man in some distress on the other side of the raging torrent. She and two of the men paddle a canoe across to attempt a rescue. Braving the surging waters and dodging ice floes, they bring him back. Almost home free, they are caught in the path of a massive ice jam that breaks loose, flinging them ashore and crushing one of them to death.

On the heels of that narrow escape, Frona discovers a miners court in session. They have been called together to hear evidence against St. Vincent, who has been falsely accused of a double murder. Acting as his attorney, she argues persuasively for acquittal, but the jury is set on seeing him hang.

Stricken by guilt, he finally admits to watching the killing of the victims without lifting a finger to prevent either death. When the killer, an avenging Indian, materializes at the last moment to confirm St. Vincent’s story, he is saved from execution.

Corliss and Frona
Romance. Frona is a hero worshiper and would only be happy with a man like her larger-than-life father. St. Vincent first clicks with her because he has been an intrepid adventurer who has explored remote regions of the world, finding “life and strife” almost everywhere. She takes to him for his “healthful, optimistic spirit.” Expecting love to come to her in a “great white flash,” she mistakes a display of the aurora borealis for a sign and agrees to marry him.

But St. Vincent wins her utter contempt when he admits to doing nothing to prevent the murders. Having accepted food and lodging from the victims, he was bound by the code of the North to help defend them.

Meanwhile, Corliss slowly shows that he’s equal to the North. He demonstrates his grit on the ice-strewn and turbulent river by bravely risking his life to go to the aid of a complete stranger. Frona has turned him down once, saying she only wants him as a friend. We aren’t told at the end, but maybe he has a chance to win her heart again.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Old West glossary, no. 63


Montana cowboys, c1910
Here’s another set of obsolete and forgotten terms gleaned from early western fiction. Definitions were discovered in various online dictionaries, as well as searches in Cassell’s Dictionary of Slang, Dictionary of the American West, The Cowboy Dictionary, The Cowboy Encyclopedia, Cowboy Lingo, The Dictionary of Victorian Slang, and The Shorter Oxford English Dictionary.

These are from Marion Reid-Girardot’s Steve of the Bar-G Ranch and James B. Hendryx’s The Promise. Some I could not track down are at the bottom of the page.


against = before. “Ag’in’ spring you’ll know a little somethin’ about logs.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

air-tight = a wood-burning stove designed for efficient and controlled fuel use with stable heating and cooking temperatures. “He called one of the men from the cook-shack and bade him build a fire in the little air-tight.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

Flatboat
bateau = a flat-bottomed riverboat. “The men in the bateau looked, and there, almost in the middle of the stream, was the greener leaping from log to log.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

bird’s eye = a small, circular imperfection found most often in maple;
Bird's eye maple tabletop
heavily favored by professional woodworkers for its unique beauty. “It required three days of hard labor to remove the fifty-two bird’s-eye maple logs to a position of safety.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

Bois-Brûlés = a sub-tribe of the Dakota Indians, found in Manitoba near the Red River. “Long after, from the lips of a passing Bois brûlé, she heard the story of Pierre’s death.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

cat = to vomit. “I do not believe these people ever take a bawth. I’ll have to chuck it or I’ll cat.” Marion Reid-Girardot, Steve of the Bar-G Ranch.

cellaret = a case for holding wine bottles and decanters, often built as part of a sideboard. “He crossed to the table and, springing the silver catch of a tiny door, cunningly empaneled in the wall, selected from the cellaret a long-necked, cut-glass decanter.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

Chicago burner = a hanging lamp. “Above this table six huge ‘Chicago burners’ lighted the interior.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

chink = to fill up gaps or spaces, such as in a log wall. “At length he got them into the stable, chinked the broken feed-boxes as best he could, and removed the bridles.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

chuck it = to give up. “I do not believe these people ever take a bawth. I’ll have to chuck it or I’ll cat.” Marion Reid-Girardot, Steve of the Bar-G Ranch.

crab = to spoil, upset, ruin. “Moncrossen is afraid I will crab his bird’s-eye game—and I will, too, when the proper time comes.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

cutty pipe = a short-stemmed tobacco pipe. “In the doorway an old man, with a short cutty-pipe between his lips, leaned upon a crutch and surveyed the sky with weatherwise eyes.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

dacoit = armed robber, murderous highwayman. “Ye c’n no more kape a McKim from foightin’ thin ye c’n kape a dacoit from staylin.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

doughgod = a logger’s term for bread. “’Tis a foine va-acation ye’re havin’ playin’ nurse fer a pinched toe, an’ me tearin’ out th’ bone fer to git out th’ logs on salt-horse an’ dough-gods ’t w’d sink a battle-ship.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

enter the lists = to accept a challenge. “And loving her, he set her high upon a pedestal and entered the lists with all the ardor of his being.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

fade = to put at a disadvantage. “‘Twas a foight av his own pickin’, an’ he knows ye’ve got him faded.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

frisk = to rob or steal. “They frisked Joe Manning fer sixty bucks last year. I seen ’em do it.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

gillon = a day too stormy for loggers to work. “At one o’clock the boss called ‘gillon,’ and with loud shouts and rough horse-play, the men made a rush for the bunk-house.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

give someone cards and spades = to allow someone else an advantage. “Now, that cave man I read about the other day could give us cards and spades.” Marion Reid-Girardot, Steve of the Bar-G Ranch.

green goods = counterfeit money. “They are waiting for you in the wicked town—they can see you coming. The next ones will spring a real live game, green goods, or wire tapping.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

greener = a tenderfoot. “He hates a greener. He thinks no wan but an owld hand has any business in th’ woods.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

gut = a channel of water, a strait. “The next moment it leaped clear of the water and plunged blindly into the whirling tossing pandemonium of the white-water gut.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

hasp = a contrivance for fastening a door or lid; a hinged metal plate with a hole which fits over a staple and is secured by a pin or padlock. “He slipped the heavy hasp of the door over the staple and secured it with the wooden pin.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

hold-over = a workman unable to return to work because of a previous day or night’s dissipation. “Evil things were whispered of Moncrossen’s man-handling of ‘hold-overs’.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

jobbernowl = a blockhead, stupid person. “Creed’s a dhrivlin’ jobbernowl that orders his comin’s be th’ hang av th’ moon, an’ his goin’s be th’ dhreams av his head.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

kale = money. “Pass over the kale. Just slip out a five for your trouble.” James Hendryx, The Promise.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Gunfighters (1947)


This is one of those westerns that might have been dreamed up by a 14-year-old. The plot is a far-fetched configuration of just about every convention of the genre. Based, as the credits tell us, on a novel by Zane Grey called Twin Sombreros (1940), it has that writer’s general disregard for history, reality, and geography.

That said, the film has the saving grace of a starring role for Randolph Scott, some excellent color cinematography, a few breathtaking stunts, and well-edited action scenes. If you ignore the worn conventions, the contrived plot, and the perfunctory romance, there’s enough to enjoy.

Plot. Scott is a gunfighter who is giving up his guns. Arriving at a ranch, where he hopes to take an honest job as a cowpuncher, he is moments too late to prevent the shooting death of an old friend. The two killers are already riding off in a cloud of dust.

Big-time rancher Mr. Banner (Griff Barnett) sees to it that Scott is arrested for the killing, and the posse nearly hangs him before he is rescued by another, friendlier rancher (Charley Grapewin). Taken to the sheriff in town, Scott clears himself and leaves again a free man.

Barbara Britton, Randolph Scott, Dorothy Hart
Determined to find the killers, he returns to the Banner ranch, where it turns out there are two sisters (Barbara Britton, Dorothy Hart) who take an interest in him, though one of them is only pretending. She’s covering for her true love, the ranch foreman (Bruce Cabot), who is the villain of the story.

Back at Grapewin’s ranch, Scott meets an aspiring young gunfighter (John Miles). He gives the boy some tips on fast drawing while warning him away from gun fighting as a profession.

Cabot and a deputy sheriff (Grant Withers) keep taunting Scott to put on his guns. Meanwhile, Cabot hires a shady character (Forrest Tucker) to do some dirty work. Tucker ambushes Grapewin, Withers provokes Scott into a long fistfight in the street, and Miles is chased by a posse and shot dead.

Borrowing a pair of sidearms to settle an old score with the deputy, Scott finds Withers at the sheriff’s office and gets a confession from him at gunpoint. The deputy admits that Banner was behind the killing of Scott’s friend in the opening scenes.

Forrest Tucker, Bruce Cabot
When it becomes clear to Hart that her father has been guilty of a long series of misdeeds, she begs Scott to go easy on him. He’s had to be tough to build his empire, she says. But Scott begs to differ. The old man has to be stopped. She angrily tells him, “You’re just a killer, you’ll always be a killer.”

Well, yes and no. When he arrives at the ranch, first Tucker and then Cabot draw on him, and the two men bite the dust. Hart, fed up with it all, has packed her saddlebags. Seeing her father draw on Scott, she picks up a revolver and levels a mortal shot at the old man.

The villains’ days now over, Scott decides to give an honest life another go, gets rid of his guns again, and rides off across the desert. Hart jumps on a horse and chases after him. They ride off together as the music swells.

Death. Scott is his handsome self, congenial and smiling, happy to banter with the two women in the story. He’s good for a kiss or two. But you never buy him as a gunfighter. He’s too clean cut and untouched by the string of deaths he’s been responsible for.

Forrest Tucker’s bushwhacker comes a good deal closer to the kind of cold-blooded and remorseless personality you would expect of a killer. Sullen and irritable most of the time, he relishes the moments as he draws a bead on Grapewin. He waits to pull the trigger, almost letting the man get away. Then he smiles like a kid with a new pony as he squeezes off a shot and sees his victim struck down.

For that matter, death itself is hardly worth anybody’s fuss. As in a video game, it occasions no one’s grief. Bodies are never buried. At the demise of her sweetheart, one of the sisters (Britton) slumps and turns away from the camera, as if to say, “There go all my plans.”

Monday, May 13, 2013

Matthew Mayo, Dead Man’s Ranch


Review and interview

Every good western is a contest between the conventions of the genre and a writer’s resistance to them.
It’s a fight to keep the characters and plot from slipping into the well-worn grooves made by others. Like driving a pickup down an old farm road, the trick is to stay out of the ruts without going into the ditch.

The challenge has to be doubly demanding when adding to the franchise created by someone else. The job then is to credibly continue the legacy of one of those bestselling western writers whose names appear larger than the titles on their book covers—in this case, Ralph Compton. It takes an inventive mind and a masterful hand to enliven an old form with new ideas, and Matthew Mayo brings both to the craft of storytelling.

Plot. Dead Man’s Ranch is one of those rare cases of a western that has a title with a direct connection to the story. The death of a man leaves the ownership of his ranch in question, and on that hangs much of the action of the novel. An acquisitive neighbor intends to get the ranch by any legal means possible. His son wants it even if it means breaking the law.

The rancher’s common law wife and her son figure the ranch belongs to them, while the dead man’s first-born son, raised by his mother’s family back East, considers himself the legitimate heir. Add a bloodthirsty villain with nefarious designs of his own, and you have the full contingent of characters all on the same collision course.

You might expect a lot of gunplay with the ranch going to the last man standing, but Mayo has something else up his sleeve. The guns don’t come out until the final showdown, and until then, it’s anyone’s guess how it’s all going to turn out.

Ranch corrals, Arizona
Storytelling. I’ll leave it to you to read the book and discover the rest of the plot. What’s interesting is the way Mayo tells his story. Instead of a strong central character who helps to resolve the conflict, the novel shifts focus from one person to another, as tensions mount and they dig themselves deeper into trouble.

You expect the greenhorn, as a stock western character, to step off the train into the middle of this mess, learn the ways of the West, and see that justice is done. That doesn’t happen. Instead he gets sidelined by a bushwhacking that leaves him gut shot and thinking he’s tried to kill someone else.

The sinister villain in the novel is a phantom figure to everyone except us. A kind of Fantômas lurking in plain sight, he dispatches one person after another thinking he’s knifing his way into some money. His name, by the way, is Mort Darturo, a play on the French word mort, meaning “death,” and Le Morte d’Arthur, a medieval romance about King Arthur.

A number of secondary characters cross the pages, including the likable Sheriff Tucker, seen at one point putting a roof on his privy. There’s also a down-at-heels saloon swamper, Squirly Ross, and a black ranch cook called Hiram Bain. Squirly introduces a note of genuine humor when he relates a long tale of being abducted by Apaches. Hiram qualifies as the most decent man of the whole bunch, and he seems destined to wed Esperanza, the proud and resourceful Mexican housekeeper of the dead rancher.

There are other minor characters, the most finely drawn of them being Mitchell Farthing, an aging cowhand who has a fatal encounter with Darturo. In just a few pages, Mayo gives him a colorful personality and a back story that make you more than sad to see him go.

Ranch house, Montana
Looking back. Mayo’s novel makes an interesting comparison to westerns of 100 years ago. A central theme of this novel is the parallel stories of three men, each trying to prove himself a man. This is a plot thread to be found over and again in early westerns, which are typically about the building of character.

Here we get the greenhorn fresh from the East, the rancher’s son tired of living in the reflected glory of his old man, and the son of the dead man scorned as a “half breed.” Each struggles to achieve self-respect and to earn the respect of others. The hold that alcohol has on two of them is a complicating factor. In pre-Prohibition fiction, it would also reflect a bias toward temperance to be found in some novels.

A bigger difference between the two eras is the portrayal of a black man. Black cooks are not uncommon in early westerns, but they rarely do more than walk on as perfunctory and often comical characters. If they are allowed to say anything, it will be in the broadly ungrammatical and uneducated accents of the Deep South.

Ranch barn, Oregon
By contrast, Mayo’s Hiram speaks fluent, standard English, as do most of his other characters. He possesses intelligence and a calm reserve that is unintimidated by the white family for whom he’s long been employed.

The less likable characters in Mayo’s novel show their ignorance and lack of moral fiber by flaunting their racial prejudice. One hundred years ago, a character’s contempt for Mexicans would not have raised an eyebrow. Following the Mexican-American War, they were considered a conquered race not greatly different from the Indians.

Here it’s another matter. When a character is not duly respectful of Hiram, Esperanza, or her son, they brand themselves as bigots. Some people may complain about the inroads of political correctness, but I’d like to hear them argue that we should go back to the old days.

Wrapping up. Matthew Mayo tells a darn good story. Dead Man’s Ranch is briskly paced and peopled with a large and enjoyable cast of characters. For readers who like a little romance, I can add that the novel ends with a big kiss. This and other books by Mayo, who also writes nonfiction, are currently available at amazon and Barnes&Noble in both paper and ebook formats. And there's more about him at his website.

Matthew Mayo
Interview

Matthew has generously agreed to spend some time here today to talk about writing and the writing of Dead Man’s Ranch. So I’m turning the rest of the page over to him.

Matt, talk a bit about writing as Ralph Compton, another established author. How does a writer go about doing that?
Other than Ralph Compton’s name on the books, and a few general directives (keep it clean—no overt sex, no unnecessary cursing, etc.), the Compton novels are solely the efforts of the author hired to write them. 

I don’t think about Compton’s legacy or the line so much as I try to write the best book I can in the time given. That said, it’s an honor for me to contribute to the Compton line alongside so many writers whose work I’ve long enjoyed.

Would you have written this novel any differently if it were a Matthew Mayo novel?
No, I wouldn’t change much, primarily because I consider my Comptons to be Matthew Mayo novels. And they’re fun—they indulge my fondness for writing involved stories in which characters find themselves in situations they can’t shoot their way out of (but sometimes do!).

How did the idea for Dead Man’s Ranch suggest itself to you?
I was offered the slot, but the deadline was going to be tight, in part because of other book commitments. I don’t like saying no to opportunities, so I scratched my chin, rummaged in my computer, and pulled up an early draft of a novel I’d called Dead Man’s Ranch. The editor liked my synopsis and the title. That draft was roughly 75,000 words, and the Comptons are 80-85k, so I teased it out, rewrote sections, added a subplot, more minor characters and build-up scenes.

Is the published version similar to how you first conceived it or somewhat different?
The published version is better than I first conceived it, largely because I reworked it and rewrote it as I went along. I read somewhere that writing is rewriting, and at least for me, that’s true. If my schedule’s not too tight, I like the luxury of being able to go back over a manuscript until it tightens.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Saturday music, Don Gibson



Donald Eugene Gibson, born 1928 in Shelby, North Carolina. "Oh Lonesome Me" recorded in Nashville and released in 1956. No. 1 on the country chart, crossing over to no. 7 on the U.S. charts.

Coming up: Matthew Mayo, Dead Man's Ranch

Friday, May 10, 2013

Willa Cather, The Troll Garden (1905)


Willa Cather (1873-1947) was a Virginian by birth, but lucky for the rest of us, she lived from the age of nine in little Red Cloud, Nebraska. And her life there on the Great Plains became the source of some of her best fiction:O Pioneers! (1913), The Song of the Lark (1915), and My Ántonia (1918).

The Troll Garden was a collection of stories written during her years living and working in Pittsburgh, after taking a degree in English from the University of Nebraska. Three of the stories are related to the West, two of them set in Kansas and Wyoming and the third about a woman from Nebraska on a trip to Boston. They portray the Plains as bruisingly harsh for men and women with certain creative and artistic sensibilities. Themes of repression, self-denial, escape, and entrapment run throughout.

Willa Cather Memorial Prairie, Nebraska
Character. Early westerns typically deal with the making of men who achieve or demonstrate their manhood through tests of their character. Cather’s stories echo that same concern. However, her men exhibit strength of character in gentler ways. No gunning down villains. Still, they are decent men—what the characters in other early westerns would call “white.”

They are armed only with a protective concern for the vulnerable and a contempt for the selfish, small minded, and thoughtless. Jim Laird in “The Sculptor’s Funeral” may be the finest example. He defends the memory of a dead man who acquired fame as an artist. Then he condemns his money-grubbing fellow townsmen for their ill will toward the man and their callous disregard of principle.

There is a sweeter poignancy in a man’s tender regard for a dying woman in “A Death in the Desert.” Everette Hilgare might resent his more famous brother and envy him for the privileges that go with fame, including the adoration he has won from the girl who was Everett’s first love. Still, he chooses generosity and patient kindness instead.

Laramie, Wyoming, 1908

East vs. West. Meanwhile, life on the prairie, far from the centers of culture, is portrayed as soul-crushing. And you wonder that Cather came around to celebrating the lives of the pioneers, as she eventually did. While the gravitational pull in other fiction is westward, almost all her characters in these stories are drifting eastward.

The plains are a troubling presence. They can be portrayed in the stories as calmly death-like, as in “The Sculptor’s Funeral”:

The lamps in the still village were shining from under the low, snow-burdened roofs; and beyond, on every side, the plains reached out into emptiness, peaceful and wide as the soft sky itself, and wrapped in a tangible, white silence.

Or they are stark with menace, as seen through the windows of a train in “A Death in the Desert”:

The grey and yellow desert was varied only by occasional ruins of deserted towns, and the little red boxes of station-houses, where the spindling trees and sickly vines in the blue-grass yards made little green reserves fenced off in that confusing wilderness of sand.

Poverty can exist anywhere, but rural poverty has a grimness all its own. In “The Wagner Matinee,” Cather gives this  description of subsistence living on a homestead:

I saw again the tall, naked house on the prairie, black and grim as a wooden fortress; the black pond where I had learned to swim, its margin pitted with sun-dried cattle tracks; the rain gullied clay banks about the naked house, the four dwarf ash seedlings where the dish-coths were always hung to dry before the kitchen door.