Lansdale's Weird West Show
No one does New Pulp better than Lansdale, and in this collection of tales, we find his take on that most fascinatingly thorny of pulp hero character-types: God's Own Dower Avenger, a lone traveler, invariably clad in black, sword and/or gun in hand, tasked by his Lord (be it in his own mind or otherwise) to seek out and vanquish evil, both human and supernatural. Probably most famously embodied in Robert E Howard's Solomon Kane, the type always presents a striking dichotomy: a fundamentally bleak, disconcerting individual placing himself in such depraved situations where he's the bright spot for humanity. And while it's a lot of fun watching him do what he does best, given his religious fanaticism, there's always the never-quite-dispelled uncertainty over whether his taking his wrath out on deserving targets is incidental/happy accident. The Reverend Mercer puts a unique spin on this concept, in that he feels unwantedly compelled by a cruel god he fears but doesn't love. This renders him somewhat more of a pitiable, tragic figure, though he at least maintains a dry, sardonic sense of humor about it all. Lansdale writes all this with his usual razor-sharp prose and dialogue, and makes no attempt whatsoever to disguise how much he (the author) is enjoying every minute of it, the more over the top/twisted/raunchy/darkly comedic, the better. Based on this review, you probably already know whether or not you'd have as much fun reading it. I sure did.