...We are a race of tradition-lovers in a new land, of king-reverers in a Republic, of hero worshipers in a society of mundane get-and-spend...yet it is only one side of us, and we are cynical and envious too. As one half of our nature seeks to create hero worship, the other must ceaselessly attempt to cast them down and discover evidence of feet of clay, in order to label them as mere lucky fellows, or as villains-were-the-facts-but-known, and the eminent and great are ground between milestones of envy, and reduced again to common size.
- excerpt from the Journals of Henry Holmes Goodpasture, Warlock
I bought myself a copy of Oakley Hall's
Warlock the other week - I've
finally made it halfway. I haven't made it very far because every time something happens I have to stop, close the book, flail and run around the room like a crazy person, yelling something like "The McQuown Boys are back in town!" or "Look out, Marshall! That no good, yellow belly backshooter is out to get you!"
I read this book many years ago and I remember liking it, but coming back to it now I cannot believe just how amazing it really is. The book only has 470 pages, but it is a long 470 pages; filled with characters, places and events that just take you right in and keep you there. Never mind that it's set in the tough and dusty Wild Arizonian West of 1880 but filled with details that are interesting and even relevant - it's just the
most exciting book I have
ever read.
Ever.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to get back to it. Marshall Clay Blaisedell is due for trial.
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