What I most enjoy about a John Reese western is how he takes the conventions of the genre and makes them completely unpredictable. The conventions this time are right there on the
cover from the title to the artwork to the tag line:
He was a boy
in a man’s boots, packing a man’s gun, and sitting in a man’s saddle when he
went riding into strange country…
All familiar and all
true as far as they go. But try to guess what actually happens between the
covers of this novel, and you’ll be mistaken.
Plot. Its plot is the basic bildungsroman (and there should be a simple word for that in
English), a story about the moral and psychological growth of a novel’s main
character. You see it over and over in westerns, a young man in his late teens
forced by circumstances to take on the responsibilities of adulthood. It
usually involves a crisis in which he leaves home and has to prove his mettle,
usually with the use of a gun.
That character in
this novel is Henry Ely, almost 18 years old, who is already flirting with
trouble when we meet him in chapter one. Despite his mother’s warnings, he’s
saddling up to meet with a neighbor’s wife for what he half expects will turn
into the loss of his virginity. By the end of chapter two, he’s been hunted
down by her husband and three sons, who beat him to within an inch of his life.
Thus begins an
odyssey that takes him from Texas to a godforsaken settlement in New Mexico, where he
gives himself another name, Jack Neely, and takes a job with a horse trader. There
he inadvertently crosses a gun slinging outlaw, beats him in a fistfight, and
eventually has to defend himself in a gun duel. Having developed nerves of
steel by this point, he develops a reputation as a man-killer.
Nebraska Sandhills |
Before long he is
working as a foreman for a large cattle and sheep ranch in Wyoming, where he
yearns to be his own man. That means running his own business. He has a dream
of breeding mules using mustang mares. A partner has his eye on a ranch for
sale in the Nebraska Sandhills, if they can somehow raise the money. And
there’s this nice little bank waiting to be robbed.
And so on, through
several more chapters, as the plot careens onward taking one unexpected turn
after another. At the end, Jack (now Henry again) emerges from it all a grown
man, having shown his grit by weathering several crises, including the loss
of his virginity.
Characters. What makes all this work so well has a lot to
do with how strongly characters drive the plot. Henry, as just one example, is
so clearly a one-of-a-kind individual. A complicated guy, he doesn’t care
whether or not you like him. He’s unsentimental and bonds with other people
only as far as he can trust them. Which is not a lot.
From beginning to
end of the novel, there is this detached quality about Jack that keeps him
something of a mystery. Not given to mulling over things, he operates more on
gut feelings, and that means we don’t get pages of him puzzling his way through
his dilemmas and uncertainties. Yet he has wits when he needs them. As a buyer
and seller of horses, he’s a cunning bargainer, and he has the ability to talk
difficult people into doing what he wants. Neither does money slip through his
fingers.
The other characters
are also sharply drawn and three-dimensional. Given that Jack is prone to woman
trouble, there are three of them in the novel to illustrate how they contribute
to his education into manhood. Each of them is strong-willed and a force to
contend with. And with each there is a specific kind of sexual tension that
swings the plot in an unexpected direction.
You realize reading
Reese how other western writers rely too much on stock characters, which lead
to stock situations and so few surprises. I’ve read only a few of his many novels,
but he seems to arrange his characters on a scale of intelligence rather than
moral superiority. His heroes are admirable not so much because they are “good”
or even “good with a gun,” but because they are smarter than everybody else.
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BITS reviews of westerns by John Reese
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to my shame, I have not read it.
ReplyDeleteThat's what separates the greats from the run of the mill. Taking clichés and turning them on their ears.
ReplyDeleteYou said it, boss.
DeleteHe sounds like a writer I would enjoy. Stock characters, in stock circumstances, with few surprises, is the very definition of the traditional western for some writers and editors. In fact they celebrate it. I've run into that wall several times, having stories rejected because they weren't "stock" enough. It's a brittle, calcified field.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Mr. Wheeler, not that I don't enjoy reading the departures from that.
ReplyDeleteYou're spot on about that John Reese novel! I couldn't stop reading it either. Henry's journey was so captivating, I kept reading it till the end, with all commitments ignored even my assignments and had to avail the economics assignment help to complete my assignments on time.
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