Kim Zupan, The Ploughmen (from the archives, reviewed by Ron Scheer)
One reader has compared this novel to No Country
For Old Men because of a murderous central character, John Cload, who
brings to mind yet another dark work of fiction The Silence of the
Lambs. Cload is more than a little like Hannibal Lecter, as he
befriends a deputy sheriff who keeps him company from outside his jail cell
through long, sleepless nights and escorts him to and from the county
courthouse where he is under trial.
The deputy, Valentine Millimaki, has been encouraged by the
sheriff to learn what he can about Cload that might help in the trial. But
besides a single killing, for which there was a witness, the deputy remains
unaware that Cload has bodies buried all over the rough Montana country along
the northern shores of the upper Missouri River.
Not more than marginally interested in Cload anyway,
Millimaki has troubles of his own. Cload correctly senses that they are woman
troubles. As a schoolboy, Millimaki once discovered the body of his mother, who
had hanged herself in a barn on the family farm. Now, his young wife has left
him, weary and depressed by life in a backwater Montana town.
Missouri River, below Great Falls, Montana |
His characters are strongly drawn and come alive in
realistic dialogue. Most absorbing for the reader is the strange and fragile
bond that develops between the two men. One has the calm clarity of a man who
knows he is about to be convicted of murder. The other surrenders to a
pervasive gloom as he is overtaken by loneliness, and his life slowly derails. Each
needs the other, but for very different reasons, which do not become evident
until the final chapters.
The Ploughmen is currently
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4 comments:
Thanks for these Archives posts, Patti. They remind me of great reviewers and of books I really should follow up with...
Thanks. Margot. Ron was such a great contributor.
Rather like Bill Crider, a sweet-natured, intelligent, perceptive man.
And I note he dispenses with the McCarthy comparison almost as soon as he makes it. Only sensible, given a CMc quotation today's issue of ANSIBLE reminds us of:
"Sometimes A Dawn Is Just A Dawn dept. ‘They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like blood seeping up in sudden reaches flaring planewise and where the earth drained up into the sky at the edge of creation the top of the sun rose out of nothing like the head of a great red phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them.’ (Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, 1985)
Thanks, Todd. I miss all of them every Friday.
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