I was thinking that Quentin Tarantino would have a field day with this as a movie. Then I discovered the author, S. Craig Zahler has actually directed a couple of movies himself.
A Congregation of Jackals' is a brutal western, reminiscent in a small way of 'Lonesome Dove.' Although I certainly wouldn't classify it as a romance, one of the central plot elements is a wedding between Beatrice, daughter of T.W. Jefferies, the town sheriff, and reformed outlaw, James Lingham. The story centers around James and his fellow past outlaws, all of them reformed. Oswell Danford is a forty seven year old rancher with a wife and two children, who know nothing of his past. Oswell's brother, Godfrey, rode with him back in their outlaw days. As did Richard Sterling, 'Dicky.' Zahler builds these four complex characters with great deliberation, until the reader understands their motivations and character. Even though they did very bad things when they were outlaws, I felt myself pulling for them to be able to extricate themselves from the terrible revenge that rose up out of their past and came calling for them. The plot is tight and suspenseful and the character building is excellent. T.W. Jefferies, as town sheriff is dependable and responsible; he wishes for nothing more than the happiness of his daughter. His deputy, Goodstead, is described as having a blank face. I kept wondering who in the heck would play this character if a movie was made. I imagine his face looking as though his mind is kind of empty; however, he's very intelligent and I found myself rooting for him too. Although Dicky is a womanizer and very shallow, we see his character grow during the time span of the novel. And then there's the really, really bad outlaws. In a little vignette at the beginning of the novel, we see the two twins, Arthur, and 'the talker' engage with a newlywed couple. Zahler sets the scene thus"
"The couple from Arizona gazed upon the weathered arrivals, surveying the guns in their holsters, the spurs that were long and unnecessarily cruel, the yellow gloves that were stained brown with what might have been dried blood, the dark coats ragged with wear, the cracked faces submerged beneath prickly beards and the long black hair that twined and trailed from beneath their broad brown hats and dripped like candle wax in oily tangles about their shoulders. Their striking resemblance was beyond coincidence: they were identical twins."
Zahler's descriptive passages flow easily and engage the reader. Besides being a director, Zahler has also worn the cinematographer's hat. I see him setting up scenes like he's pointing a camera, focusing in tight and then pulling back to give the reader a sense of things, a sense of place, and frequently a sense of unease. The weighty burden of 'something bad is coming' builds to a crescendo. Even so, there are moments of redemption. The subtlety of them seems quite profound.
This is the kind of book that sticks in your mind. Someone described it as western horror. I ask myself why I read these kinds of books. Why do I want to look into the horrific nature of the bad that people can do? What good can come from it? I think it's those subtle moments of redemption, of character growth, and of a character's reconciliation of his life and being (in this story, a reconciliation of one's past with their present). The western genre, done right, speaks to me, as well. About resilience, fortitude, and just plain ole survival.