I’ve come to think of the traditional western as existing in a parallel universe. It posits a western landscape peopled by people such as ourselves. But it’s a kill or be killed world. And it grants a man the right to be judge, jury, and executioner whenever he sees an injustice. It asks the question, what if you could just take up a gun, hunt down bad men, and blow them away?
Like many another
western, that’s what happens in this recent novel by Jory Sherman. The central
character, Brad Storm, is a Colorado rancher who works part time for a Denver
detective agency. In this story, he tracks down and kills a murderous cattleman
trying to drive a family of Basque sheep men off the range.
By the end of the
novel, Storm has actually ended the lives of a fair number of men. They include
several cowboys working for the villain, a nasty German by the name of Schneck,
or as he likes to be called, “Snake.” Schneck, as we discover, is a kind of
proto-Nazi, so evil and heartless that he murders defenseless women and
children.
An existential
hero. Sherman, one of the
genre’s most skillful writers, gives us a hero who is both smart and fast with
a gun. He is in full possession of all six senses, some of them heightened, and
he is likened to a lone wolf or mountain lion stalking its prey. But he isn’t
just a cunning and efficient exterminator. We get a glimpse into his soul—or
into the space where his soul might be—and we find it a lonely place of shadows
and uncertainty.
Rocky Mountains |
In many ways, Storm
is an existential man. Like survivors of the war in Europe, whose experience
shattered their beliefs in a rational world looked after by a benevolent deity,
he doubts that life has meaning. Beyond the present moment, he wonders, what
else is there?
We exist to no
purpose except to keep existing, moment by moment, before Death finally
overtakes us. It may be springtime in the Rockies, the streams full of snowmelt
and the grass green with new growth. But it is still a cold and chilly season
for Storm.
The Basques hold a
funeral for one of their own, to show respect for the dead, but Storm is so
inured to loss that he refuses to participate. Mourning should be a private
affair, he says. The dead are gone and don’t need anyone’s respect. He also
doesn’t care to witness the grief of others, especially the tears of women. And
he begrudges the Church’s intrusion on the ritual of burying the dead,
co-opting what was originally a “pagan practice.”
Killing other men typically has little effect on the heroes of western fiction. It does not touch them deeply if at all. But Sherman’s hero shows the toll it has taken on his spirit. Pondering the meaning of death, Storm concludes there is no accounting for life but luck—the lucky accident of being born and the unlucky one of having to die one day.
Ranch barn, Rocky Mountain National Park |
The Basques, by
contrast, have beliefs that sustain them despite a history of persecution by
others. Traveling like gypsies, they may be homeless, but they do not lack a
sense of belonging. One of them tells Storm what he learned from his own father
about “the way of the universe.” There is a life force, he says, that one must
be guided by, never returning hatred for hatred.
Character. There are natural born villains in the world, and then there are ordinary men who fall under their influence. Wister wondered about that in The Virginian as Trampas lures the Virginian’s friend Steve into a life of thievery. Weakness of character and resistance to honest, hard work are contributing causes in that case.
Sherman’s novel
presents the same issue, as Schneck is able to draw his employees into
dastardly deeds through intimidation and the promise of payment. The offer of a
quick buck and a disregard for consequences turn out to be the easy corrupters
of men’s moral fiber—or lack thereof.
Sheep and herder |
Curiously, another
man refuses to be a drawn into Schneck’s evil schemes. Meeting Storm by chance,
Thor Sorenson senses in him a basic decency that wins his trust. And though he
might abandon Storm as the risks mount, he sticks by him instead to get the job
done. What’s interesting about both men is their uncompromising conscience.
They are loners, aliens in a world where every man seems to have his price,
regardless of the cost to others.
Further, there’s an
odd irony that Storm himself does not seem to consider. He takes the assignment
to bring in Schneck dead or alive because his blood boils whenever he hears of
an injustice. He also is paid handsomely for his services. Meanwhile, Schneck
is driven by his own sense of injustice, the sheep herders taking the rangeland
he believes is rightfully his. The two men exist on opposite sides of the same
thin coin.
Wrapping up. This is a well written novel, tightly plotted,
narrated from several points of view, and characters are well rounded. The narrative
style is focused and fresh, often graced with metaphoric flourishes, such as:
“The hoofbeats got softer and softer until they faded like audience whispers
when the first curtain opens.”
A couple of caveats,
however. Schneck is an ugly man, a bully long rotten to the core. You learn
things about him that are frankly revolting. Readers should also be warned that
there are scenes of graphic and brutal violence. Snake Eyes is third in a series of Sidewinder novels
featuring Brad Storm. It is currently available at amazon, Barnes&Noble, Powell's Books, and AbeBooks.
Further reading:
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Coming up: Irene Welch Grissom, The Superintendent (1910)
This is a fine review that took me right into the complex story. Jory Sherman is at heart a poet, and his instinctive transformation of genre western story into poetry is what gives his novels rich depths.
ReplyDeleteSounds pretty good, although "Brad Storm" is not an attractive name for a character at all to me.
ReplyDeleteRon, thank you for the excellent review. I liked the way you described the quintessential western hero in context of the one created by Jory Sherman. Two westerns I read recently, Vultures in the Sun by Brian Garfield ad Hard Texas Winter by Lewis Preston had similar heroes. I haven't found them dissimilar in many westerns I've read.
ReplyDeleteSherman's hero surprised me. He's been left with so little to believe in, yet he doesn't seem weakened by that lack of faith.
DeleteI was surprised to see such a great review of this book. It's hard to pick out good westerns from what you typically see on the rack, as the titles and covers all look the same. Another western novel with an existential feel in H.A. DeRosso's .44, which seems to cover some similar ground.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tip.
DeleteFine review of a fine writer's novel.
ReplyDeleteHow does this one stack up against Sidewinder, the first in the series? I found it unreadable but am constantly seeing good reviews out there.
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