THE WINTER FAMILY
By Clifford Jackman
Doubleday
329 pgs
Any reviewer will tell you, the real
joy of this job is being surprised by a new writer who puts forth something
radically different from anything you’ve ever read before. Now we’ve read our
share of western titles from traditional pulp oaters to the more sophisticated
noir tempered offerings of the 70s and 80s. But none of them prepared us for
Clifford Jackman’s “The Winter Family.”
Imagine the history of the post
Civil War era 1864 to 1900 as told through the eyes of Sam Peckinpah’s Wild Bunch. If you can do that, then
you’ve a half-way decent chance of understanding this violent saga of brutality
born on countless battlefields and then unleashed on a burgeoning frontier like
a twisted, blood-letting plague.
At the center of it all is Augustus
Winter, a young man raised by a heartless preacher whose only touch was that of
a leather strap. In the Union Army, as
part of Sherman’s scorched-earth march to the
sea through Georgia,
Winter finds himself surrounded by other broken souls. Men whose moral
compasses are shattered by the horrors that surround them until to survive, they
give in to their primal natures and become comfortable with meting out death
and destruction to all who cross their paths.
These include Quentin Ross, a
bonafide psychopath who takes pleasure in killing women and children. Fred
Jackson, a freed slave wanting only to flee his tortured past and make a new
start. The empire brothers, Johnny Charlie, two reckless, simpletons soon
addicted to violence until it is the only thing they relish. Bill Bread, the
alcoholic Indian seeking redemption in a bottle and Sgt. Jan Mueller, a German
immigrant conscripted into the army the second he stepped off the boat in New York. By the time
the war is over, these men find themselves unwilling to give up their killing
ways. They soon become federal agents hunting members of the Klan. When that
campaign ultimately wanes along with the half-hearted reconstruction of the
South, they move ever westward until they arrive in Chicago as hired mercenaries for the
Republican Party to assure a victory in the next municipal elections.
When that goes awry, the Winter
Family, as they are ultimately named by the authorities head to the badlands of
Oklahoma as
unrelenting scalp-hunters after the bounty placed on the renegade apache named
Geronimo. Like “The Wild Bunch,” the Winter Family is racing against time and
the ever encroaching juggernaut that is civilization. Their world is
diminishing and they are all too aware none of them will die of old age. This
book is filled with one frenetic gun fight after another until the finale when
the last of the bad men charge headlong into hell with guns blazing.
“The Winter Family” is a reading
experience you’ll remember long after you’ve finished it. Jackman is a born storyteller who leaves it
all on the page. We can’t see what he
offers up next, though topping this book will prove to be a real challenge.
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