A friend of mine just recently returned from a work-related sojourn in the mountainous interior of British Columbia. This is a burly fellow; a man very fond of physical labour and challenges, and one who enjoys drinking and carousing around more than most city folk do. He told me though that out there he found the "hardest" men he had ever met, and that he often couldn't keep up with them, and that the whole experience was a little bit humbling. Knowing what sort of things this friend of mine is capable of, I was impressed.
And this book, coincidentally, is all about hard men living out west. hard living, hard drinking, fighting, muscled masculinity. There's a bit of an eye-for-an-eye mentality expressed in many of these stories, though it's sometimes tempered with a hint of doubt, or sadness. Indeed, the very first story, "Old Man marchuk", depicts an old man chasing after and attempting to kill some guys who were out to rob him, and there's no doubt that the police protagonist in the tale thinks the retaliation outweighs the initial crime. But we have a sense of grim justice pervading the lives of many of these weathered, rural people. One doesn't think twice about trying to exact justice with one's own hands, particularly after a few drinks. And damn, do they love to drink.
My two favourite stories in this collection were "Bandits", about a family of "normal" country folks that goes out in the dead of winter nights to rob isolated liquor stores, and "Hunted by Coyotes", about a crew of young door-to-door alternative energy salesmen working in the wastes of Alberta. These two happen to be, I believe, the longest stories in the collection, too. I don't think this is exactly coincidental; while I enjoyed most of the shorter pieces, I felt the lack of development led to bit of detachment, and the lack of definitive endings hurt them a little bit. "Hunted by Coyotes" especially reminded me of a door-to-door sales job I once had, and I was really able to relate to some of the messed-up little stories depicted therein. It's really amazing what you see sometimes when you walk around from house to house. Some really strange shit, in the city even; in out-of-the-way trailer parks and townhouse lots, even moreso.
The writing here felt like a bit of a bumpy road and took me some time to get used to. It's full of what I might term country vernacular, and even outside of dialogue tends to slip into this kind of phrasing, for example, "Last night I seen him walking...."but I got used to it and it does fit this milieu particularly well. Eventually I grew to even enjoy the voice and, by the time I finished this short book, to wish there were more of it.