Tue May 27, 2014
McMurtry Takes Aim At A Legend In 'Last Kind Words Saloon'
Originally published on Tue June 10, 2014 9:53 am
In a prefatory note to The Last Kind Words Saloon, his first novel in five years, Western writer supreme Larry McMurtry states that he wants to create a "ballad in prose." And he borrows a line from great moviemaker John Ford: "When legend becomes fact, print the legend."
Set in the autumn of the 19th century, mainly in Texas, Colorado, and Arizona, McMurtry's slender book contains a multitude of familiar and unfamiliar Western characters, including some who do belong to legend as well as history: part-time lawman Wyatt Earp and gun-toting dentist Doc Holliday, back together again. Also Jessie, Earp's hard-working wife whom he stupidly batters now and then, brother Warren Earp who opens a saloon with the same title as the novel, and lawman brothers Morgan and Virgil.
The list goes on, with some assorted irascible Kiowa Indians on the rampage, a Comanche businessman, a pretentious (and ill-fated) English cattle and land baron, Buffalo Bill's girlfriend Nellie Courtright, who aspires to become a journalist, a working journalist from the Times of London, a bunch of muddy cowboys on a cattle drive, and a beautiful brothel-owner with long dark hair who was born into a Turkish harem.
Sounds exhausting, but it's not.
The story moves along like a moderately quick stream in summer, heading toward the legendary gunfight at the OK Corral. Except that McMurtry's actually questioning the legend, constantly underplaying — if not undercutting — the exaggerated and highly accentuated version of these events that we all think we know. At one point, Doc Holliday reminds Earp that the famous Western lawman Bat Masterson praised him for being able to hit a coyote at 400 yards. "Hell, I couldn't even see a dang coyote if it was that far away, unless they painted it red," Earp shoots back.
McMurtry's vision is a little sharper. His heroes drink a lot more than they shoot, and when it comes to women, they're terrified of anything resembling love and affection. And by the time they get to the famous OK Corral, the novelist definitely underplays the event, and strips the action to a bare minimum:
"... gunfire erupted and Morgan went down.
" 'No, no ... I don't want this,' Virgil said. 'I'm the sheriff.'
"Then he went down too.
"Ike Clanton quickly ran into the photographer's shop and was not shot. Both McLaurys fired and Wyatt killed them both. Somebody hit young Billy Clanton, who died after a brief agony.
"Doc was nicked, Wyatt untouched...
"When Wyatt walked in on Jessie she grabbed him and held him tight and kissed him passionately.
" 'You fool, you could have been killed,' Jessie said, crying.
" 'Yes, but I wasn't, let go,' Wyatt said."
Most of us can't let go either. The story still resonates. A ballad, a legend? Not entirely. Still, McMurtry's mostly charming, sometimes salacious, and sometimes aggravating novel — no one wants to think of Earp as a wife-beater — comes off as more valentine than critique. It's a peach of a book about the struggle between wilderness and domestication in the old West.
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And I'm Melissa Block. Westerns have been good to writer Larry McMurtry, best known for his Pulitzer Prize-winning novel "Lonesome Dove." He's now out with another novel, set in the old West. It's called "The Last Kind Words Saloon." Alan Cheuse has our review.
ALAN CHEUSE, BYLINE: I think most Westerns are pretty corny, but not Larry McMurtry's. So I've picked up this book and I've put on my big hat, packed my bag and taken the stagecoach West. It's autumn 1881. Wyatt Earp, Doc Halliday - they're back together again, drinking in the Last Kind Words Saloon of the title of this book. There's Jessie, Earp's hard-working wife, his brother, Warren, who gave the saloon its name, Buffalo Bill's girlfriend, Nellie Courtright, who aspires to become a journalist is here in this story. And there's a working journalist from the London Times and a bunch of muddy cowboys on a cattle drive and a beautiful brothel owner with long dark hair who was born into a Turkish harem.
The story moves along like a moderately quick stream in summer, heading toward the legendary gunfight of the O.K. Corral. Except, in actuality, legend comes into question. In a prefatory note, McMurtry states that he wants to create a ballad in prose, quoting the great moviemaker John Ford as saying that when you had to choose between history and legend, print the legend. But McMurtry constantly seems to be underplaying, if not undercutting, the legend. When Doc Watson reminds Earp that Bat Masterson, the famous Western lawman, praised his marksmanship, saying he could hit a coyote at 400 yards, the legendary marshal says, hell, I couldn't even see a dang coyote if it was that far away unless they painted it red. McMurtry's vision is a little sharper.
These heroes of his drink a lot more than they shoot and with respect to women, they're terrified of anything resembling love and affection. And when it comes to his version of the O.K. Corral gunfight, this novelist definitely underplays the event. A ballad, a legend? Not entirely. It's certainly more Valentine than critique, though, about the struggle between wildness and domestication in the old West.
BLOCK: That's Alan Cheuse reviewing for us the new novel from Larry McMurtry, titled "The Last Kind Words Saloon." Transcript provided by NPR, Copyright NPR.