Another brilliant book by Brautigan. This book – although
absolutely wacky – was not as crazy as some of his others.
The novel is set in 1902 and is about two professional hit-men
cowboys who are hired by an Indian woman named Magic Child to accompany her
from Portland, Oregon
to Eastern Oregon. In Eastern
Oregon they meet Ms. Hawkline, and find out what they will
be paid to do.
When they arrive, they see a giant house that is completely
surrounded by frost, even though it is the middle of July. As they get nearer
to the house it gets colder and colder, and they notice that giant
chimneys protruding from the house are billowing smoke.
Ms. Hawkline explains that their house is haunted by a
monster that lives in the ice caves below the home [hence the frost and
freezing temperatures], and she would like the two cowboys to destroy it.
The supernatural aspect of the book [i.e. a monster living
beneath a home in some ice caves] suspended my disbelief. I mean, none of the
things that happen are really plausible, but when you are dealing with a
monster that can turn into whatever, alter the way you see things, and turn
people into whatever it wants them to be… then you can just sort of go along
with what may come next in the book. Most of which is completely outrageous.
You would have to be completely insane if you didn’t see how
Brautigan is making fun of the Gothic genre. A typical Gothic novel would
involve horror and romance, probably a virginal maiden, and maybe some stupid
servants for a little comic relief. In Brautigan’s book you get two twin “maidens”
who outright ask the cowboys to have sex with them both, multiple times,
throughout the book. You have a monster who plays more practical jokes than
anything that could be considered “horror”, and the “stupid” servant is a giant
old butler who gets turned into a dwarf at one point.
Plus – a Gothic WESTERN? C’mon.
Brautigan is also a master at similes - here are just two of the them that he used in this novel that I loved:
"The road stopped like a dying man's signature on a last-minute will."
and
"The monster's mind, like a tree in an early winter storm, shook off the leaves of sleep."
It is a truly enjoyable read, just like every other
Richard Brautigan book I’ve come across. Like I’ve said before [and undoubtedly will say again], that man was
completely brilliant, and has never gotten the credit he deserves. Maybe The
Hawkline Monster: A Gothic Western isn’t the BEST example of his brilliance,
but if it’s the only thing you ever get to read by him, you’d still see that he is
way more than people ever cracked him up to be.
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