A stylized, ahistorical take on the Indian Wars.
Sumrall (Metal Storm, 2015, etc.) returns to the Weird West in this novel following the events surrounding a Native American revolt.
When a combined force of Cheyenne and Comanche warriors attacks a massive westward bound wagon train, massacring over 1,000 pioneers, Gen. Philip Sheridan sends Maj. George “Sandy” Forsyth to bring the uprising to an end. Specifically, Forsyth is tasked with executing Roman Nose, the Cheyenne warrior at the movement’s head. “You won’t catch him,” explains Sheridan to Forsyth. “He’ll catch you, and you will kill him.” Forsyth gets a posse of 50 experienced gunfighters to aid him in his quest. Even so, he regards it as a suicide mission. Roman Nose possesses a mysterious war bonnet, created by the great medicine man White Bull, which, via some unknown magic, makes its wearer seemingly invincible. Forsyth seeks help from George Armstrong Custer, a hero of the recent Civil War and widely regarded as the nation’s finest cavalryman. The famous soldier refuses Forsyth’s request, though he harbors his own ambitions unknown to the rest of the Army. When a desired promotion fails to come his way, Custer begins thinking that the Cheyenne’s supernatural war bonnet might be just the thing to catapult him to the power he’s long craved. Sumrall writes in a baroque, adjective-laden prose that calls perhaps a bit too much attention to itself: “The loathsome, unwashed duo watched the baneful fruits of their months of training and rehearsals culminate into a blood orgy of murder and plunder.” The period-specific details are frequent and vivid, though too often they lure the author into digressive commentaries on various styles of saddles, hats, and guns. The novel revels in all manner of over-the-top Old West grotesqueries—opiated Port, frontier guillotines, organized brass-knuckle boxing matches—and delivers frequent and quite brutal violence. Sumrall is clearly having fun; less so, the reader. The characters are too cartoonish for their lives to feel meaningful. People keep dying in horrible ways, but the strongest feeling the reader is left with in the end is a sense of unease.
A stylized, ahistorical take on the Indian Wars.Pub Date: March 17, 2016
ISBN: N/A
Page Count: 298
Publisher: Shanti Publishing
Review Posted Online: May 28, 2016
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.
Are we not men? We are—well, ask Bigfoot, as Brooks does in this delightful yarn, following on his bestseller World War Z(2006).
A zombie apocalypse is one thing. A volcanic eruption is quite another, for, as the journalist who does a framing voice-over narration for Brooks’ latest puts it, when Mount Rainier popped its cork, “it was the psychological aspect, the hyperbole-fueled hysteria that had ended up killing the most people.” Maybe, but the sasquatches whom the volcano displaced contributed to the statistics, too, if only out of self-defense. Brooks places the epicenter of the Bigfoot war in a high-tech hideaway populated by the kind of people you might find in a Jurassic Park franchise: the schmo who doesn’t know how to do much of anything but tries anyway, the well-intentioned bleeding heart, the know-it-all intellectual who turns out to know the wrong things, the immigrant with a tough backstory and an instinct for survival. Indeed, the novel does double duty as a survival manual, packed full of good advice—for instance, try not to get wounded, for “injury turns you from a giver to a taker. Taking up our resources, our time to care for you.” Brooks presents a case for making room for Bigfoot in the world while peppering his narrative with timely social criticism about bad behavior on the human side of the conflict: The explosion of Rainier might have been better forecast had the president not slashed the budget of the U.S. Geological Survey, leading to “immediate suspension of the National Volcano Early Warning System,” and there’s always someone around looking to monetize the natural disaster and the sasquatch-y onslaught that follows. Brooks is a pro at building suspense even if it plays out in some rather spectacularly yucky episodes, one involving a short spear that takes its name from “the sucking sound of pulling it out of the dead man’s heart and lungs.” Grossness aside, it puts you right there on the scene.
A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.Pub Date: June 16, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-9848-2678-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Del Rey/Ballantine
Review Posted Online: Feb. 9, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020
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Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.
A woman accused of shooting her husband six times in the face refuses to speak.
"Alicia Berenson was thirty-three years old when she killed her husband. They had been married for seven years. They were both artists—Alicia was a painter, and Gabriel was a well-known fashion photographer." Michaelides' debut is narrated in the voice of psychotherapist Theo Faber, who applies for a job at the institution where Alicia is incarcerated because he's fascinated with her case and believes he will be able to get her to talk. The narration of the increasingly unrealistic events that follow is interwoven with excerpts from Alicia's diary. Ah, yes, the old interwoven diary trick. When you read Alicia's diary you'll conclude the woman could well have been a novelist instead of a painter because it contains page after page of detailed dialogue, scenes, and conversations quite unlike those in any journal you've ever seen. " 'What's the matter?' 'I can't talk about it on the phone, I need to see you.' 'It's just—I'm not sure I can make it up to Cambridge at the minute.' 'I'll come to you. This afternoon. Okay?' Something in Paul's voice made me agree without thinking about it. He sounded desperate. 'Okay. Are you sure you can't tell me about it now?' 'I'll see you later.' Paul hung up." Wouldn't all this appear in a diary as "Paul wouldn't tell me what was wrong"? An even more improbable entry is the one that pins the tail on the killer. While much of the book is clumsy, contrived, and silly, it is while reading passages of the diary that one may actually find oneself laughing out loud.
Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.Pub Date: Feb. 5, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-30169-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Celadon Books
Review Posted Online: Nov. 3, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2018
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