Monday, June 25, 2018
Paul Howarth: Only Killers And Thieves
Only Killers And Thieves by Paul Howarth
This novel, set in the late 19th century in the Australian outback, is a kind of horrifying coming of age story encased by a horrifying revenge quest that spines the bulk of the novel’s story.
It has judging by a quick online look-see only a few reviews. I’ve linked to a couple of them.
They’re solidly affirmative but my beef with them is that they’re not excited by what a spectacular novel this is, let alone it being a debut novel.
It’s like this book has emerged, as a first born, from its literary womb fully formed and functioning brilliantly.
Who doesn’t hear in it echoes of Conrad, Faulkner and Twain; who doesn’t see in it a quality of literariness that stands it in their high company?
Someone tell me why (say) The Great Gatsby is a superior novel to it.
It’s a tremendous work of art, I’d say a masterpiece.