I started on Valdez, but it's been a crazy busy so I haven't had time to dig into it properly.
That is good news, because it means you still got some greatness to come. I got my hands on
The Maltese Falcon today and am looking forward to starting it in the morrow.
I think Chandler's essay is still spot on.
I'm with you -- apart from what he says about readers. Whilst I think the essay is still applicable to the contemporary reader with regard to them wanting to enjoy a book and not to look too deeply at it, I think the modern reader is (much like the modern writer mentioned in Chandler's essay) much more sophisticated.
I think it harder for the modern reader to suspend their disbelief and swallow obvious contradictions in fiction than it was for their earlier counterparts. Though one could say the writer moves on as fast as the reader and therefore the gap is always the same.
Either way, nothing I’ve said can explain the popularity of some modern blockbusters -- so what do I know?
Red Harvest is one of my all-time favorite books. Funny thing is it's a Western in all but name. A Western city, beset by criminals, brought in by a greedy business baron, faced down by a lone man who relies on his wits & his gun. Note it got re-made as a Samurai film which got re-made as a Western ... You can find a lot of Westerns too that are basically detective stories set in the West. That's a great thing about the Western, you can do so much with it.
I'll keep an eye out for
Red Harvest. Sounds a little like Stephanie King ripped it off for his
Dark Towers thing.
I think, if I read you right, you're correct in inferring that the western genre is more than just a pre-cursor to crime here.
Certainly the western, in any of its incarnations (American, Japanese etc), could be seen as what I would term as the original 'life on the edge of coming civilization' narrative. When viewed as such -- and when seen as malleable due to an arguably universal mythic status -- one can surely see a future in it.
The above statement may, of course, sound counter intuitive -- how can a moribund genre have a future?
I think an answer – though not the answer -- can be found in further discussion of the American western.
First, let us imagine the reason for the death of the American western in classic form is that it's 'life on the edge of coming civilization' narrative has been made redundant by Americas post 1980s perceived self-progress and civilization. This view would surely make the western dead, and yet -- it lives.
Look at the 1992 Clint Eastwood film
Unforgiven – Revisionist, yes. Violent, yes. But at its heart still a western story of redemption, simpl[ish] morals and life on the edge of the corruptive house building civilization of Gene Hackman’s Little Bill Daggat.
Why did the America of the early 90s take to heart (and wallet) a western after so many years of avoiding it?
Perhaps because Clint Eastwood is a kick ass fella? Could be – but maybe, after the presidency of Bush Snr, Americans didn't feel too civilized and sought a return to a simpler way embodied in a mythic narrative that reflected it – just look at the end of that film for evidence of this.
If this is the case, one would also do well to ask why, on the cusp of a Reaganite era,
Heaven’s Gate died a death at the box office, and then ask further questions of whether an Obama Whitehouse is conducive to a western or not.
Certainly – just by asking these questions and by thinking on them – one can see how the western narrative and genre can be seen as a living (or at least temporarily dormant until needed) thing in contemporary American culture rather than moribund.
So, if the western is intrinsically linked to the 'life on the edge of coming civilization' narrative that I have suggested, what other evidence shows the genre isn't moribund?
This begs the question, where are the new Westerns in the time of Bush Jnr and Obama?
They are there if you look for them. They just turn about the narrative (as i define it) a little bit and this turning is, I think, telling.
The truly modern westerns -- I'm not talking
Unforgiven here, or even
No Country for Old Men -- are
The Road,
The Book of Eli and the TV show T
he Walking Dead. Each work tweaks the same narrative I have defined, but instead of a coming civilization, they talk of one that has gone.
Where else but in an apocalyptic setting is the Western -- whose narrative I have defined as 'life on the edge of coming civilization' -- better played out on the television and cinema screens of a civilization that -- perhaps wrongly or prematurely or even in an awareness of its death throes -- considers itself already civilized?
You may give the Crime genre as an answer to this question. And it is, as I have already posited in previous posts and will no doubt discuss further in future posts if you aren’t all bored, definitely an option. But the above apocalyptic films, with their return to true or mythical frontier (or cyclic post-frontier) ethics and representations of the west, would certainly seem to be indicative of the modern western form.
What this says about modern America, and what hope or lack of hope it gives with regard to the (perhaps) moribund western genre, is palpable.
As I have said, here [America] is a civilized country looking at itself in the mirror in the only way it knows how. It’s a pragmatic country who discusses itself in the dreams of its fictions. But it’s a country in trouble. It can’t go back honestly. It can’t return itself to the open landscape of the frontiers because it has had to lie to itself about its urban (and urbane) civilization to become civilized.
It is a country grown up too quick and as such does not like to recall playing cowboy and Indian in the hot summer days of its youth. It can now only – save for the occasional
Unforgiven -- look to the present (in the reductive crime genre) and the future (in the apocalyptic western and dystopian sci-fi genres). It is a place which has ignored its own mythic and constructed narrative for too long.
What does this mean for western writers? Does it mean a moribund genre is doing itself to death by rushing on into a future where it can only subsist on lies and projections of how a ‘culture’ wants to see itself?
I think not. I think America is a young and a lost nation that, in its tumble forward, needs its mythic past in both recognizing itself as it was and in recognizing itself as it wants (or at least wanted) to be – and, though there is both an epic heroism and tragedy in this, for writers of the western genre there is only a deep seam to mine.
Be it in the classic, the modern or the futurist form – the western is the perfect vehicle for America discussion of itself and a perfect reminder of how it – in both sides of its character – was and was wanting to be.
So, after far too many beers I’ll finally bring this rant to a close and say -- write on western writers. Your country – in fact, all countries need you.
My preference is for the gritty. I probably watch more Westerns than I read Westerns. I like John Ford, Sergio Leone, & Sam Peckinpah, the usual Western movie guys. Winchester '73 (Anthony Mann) is a brilliant example of a hard-boiled Western.
Same here. In fact, I’ve read only a handful of western novels (trying to change that) but I think you can’t go wrong with a good western film.
I’m more a Peckinpah kind of a guy – not for the violence (after all, Peckinpah’s violence was more about showing the awfulness of violence than the thrill of it) but because its – and I hate to admit this – on the cusp of the modern.
I still like the older stuff, but – as stylistic as Peckinpah can be – when one watches an older film (pre 50s) the younger viewer really has to deal with an style all its own.
Whilst its true that older film has a beauty all its own, I think there is nothing so great as watching Pat Garret and Billy the Kid and not having to translate the acting style and mise en scene.
Sometimes it just great to say – okay 70s, and what the hell is Dylan doing? But still, what a marvellous all the way through.
I should add now that I am very, very drunk.
I guess there's one consolation of writing Westerns in the era of their eclipse. You have freedom since no one really cares what you do with abandoned property. Westerns will come back, it'll be the pioneers who re-worked those abandoned claims & found new paydirt.
Right on. Right. Bloody. On.
Western writers of the world unite! After all, the world looks like it needs you.