GREAT READS FOR OCTOBER, 2015
Bull Mountain, by Brian Panowich
‘Brother-versus-Brother in
the dope-damned South. This first novel
has it all: Moonshine, Maryjane and
Mayhem!’. So says James Ellroy on the
front cover of this debut novel from Brian Panowich, and I have to say that
yep, that blurb just about sums it up:
Mr Panowich packs more action, brutality, horror, and down-home humour
into his relatively slim volume than most thrillers twice the size. (But I'm still waiting to meet Maryjane!)
All the sins get an airing here – moonshine; weed-growing;
meth manufacture; weapons
trafficking; all perpetrated by the
Burroughs family, owners of land on Bull Mountain, a wild region in North
Georgia. Succeeding generations of sons
have guarded the land and their various ‘industries’ and, though they have
never made any of their vast fortune legally, the money is secondary to the
love they feel for their ancestral home:
they are all prepared to fight and die protecting their rights to Bull
Mountain, and anyone who thinks to oust them from there (particularly the law)
had better be prepared to die, too.
Clayton Burroughs is one family member who has gone
against type – he is the local sheriff, enjoying an uneasy truce with his
outlaw brothers up on the mountain, who hate him for what they see as his
betrayal for joining ‘the other side’.
Their contempt grieves Clayton sorely, for every Burroughs feels a
kinship to each other just as strong as their atavistic love of place; but he is sick of all the killing; he wants a good, peaceful life with his wife,
not a short, bloody one. He hopes this
will happen.
Until an FBI agent visits him with a proposition: if Clayton can persuade his lawless family to
give up a Florida criminal kingpin who is a weapons manufacturer and their main
supplier, the FBI will give them amnesty from prosecution – providing they give
up their various criminal means of income.
As if! Clayton
knows his family well enough to realise their reaction to that proposition: they would never betray a trusted business
partner, and their contemptuous reaction to the sight of him journeying up that
familiar mountain in his sheriff’s uniform, bearing the FBI’s offer like a dog
hopeful of a pat instead of a kick – nope, this is never going to fly. But …….
He is a hopeful man.
He will grasp at any straw as a means to stopping the bloodshed and
tragedy that have dogged his family for four generations: he is willing to try it the FBI’s way, and
hope the mess won’t be too impossible to clean up when that fails.
And fail it does, spectacularly. Mr Panowich spares the reader none of the
blood and gore; nor does he let the
action flag for a single minute: his
characters are all larger than life and for the most part twice as ugly; they ride each page like marauding Vikings
and they make the Hatfields and McCoys look like sulking parishioners at a
Church picnic. Every chapter has a twist
and a hook, and no-one is what they seem – including FBI agent Holly, who has a
secret agenda of his own.
Mr Panowich’s rip-roaring debut novel lives up
spectacularly to all the flattering blurbs
on its front cover: FIVE STARS
Life
after life, by Kate Atkinson
Once again it seems I have
dragged the chain here; I should have
read and reviewed this gem many moons ago.
Instead I procrastinated, read heaps of other stuff (some of it not half
as good) and now have caught up with it so that I can read its sequel, ‘ A God
in Ruins. ‘
I have to admit to confusion as to this unique writer’s
motives regarding her plot, the premise
being ‘what if you had the chance to live your life again and again, until you
finally got it right?’ This is exactly
what the heroine, Ursula Todd appears to do, from the moment of her birth in
1910 until her last breath is definitely drawn fifty-seven years later: in between-times she ‘dies’ many times, from
strangulation at birth by her umbilical cord;
drowning at the seaside aged five;
falling from a top floor window whilst trying to rescue a beloved toy
and so on into adulthood, when the Second World War presents many more ways of
dying, from the horrors of the London Blitz to the ruins of Berlin and suicide
for herself and her young daughter, rather than endure the bestiality of the
conquering Russian troops.
Miraculously for Ursula, death is averted each time by
little twists of fate or the quick actions of others; her young life is bolstered and protected by
rock-solid supporting players, from her sound-as-a-bell middle-class parents
Sylvie and Hugh, beloved sister Pamela and favourite brother Teddy. (Older
brother Maurice is hateful, arrogant and only happy if he can make his siblings
cry). Stability is further provided by
Bridget the scullery maid, arriving from Ireland at the age of fourteen; and Mrs Gardner, dour-faced cook for the
family, and no respecter of the class system.
These characters are the gold standard in this wonderful story; they have their own dramas and tragedies to
contend with and such is Ms Atkinson’s skill that the reader is just as
involved with them as with Ursula and her stuttering, stop-and-start journey
through her life.
I cannot remember reading anywhere a more electrifying
account of London during the Blitz: in
1940, Ursula has volunteered as an ARP warden, and the terrible destruction and
horrific sights she sees are experienced in all their stark terror by the
reader, too: Ms Atkinson’s prose is
almost painterly in its harsh imagery, thankfully to be softened later by
much-appreciated humour.
It was unclear to me whether Ursula finally ‘got it
right’ at the end of her many attempts to start her life anew, but it doesn’t
matter: it was great to make the journey
with her. FIVE
CONFUSED STARS!
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