Fri 10 Feb 2023
An Archived Review by Barry Gardner: JAMESON COLE – A Killing in Quail County.
Posted by Steve under Reviews[6] Comments
JAMESON COLE – A Killing in Quail County. St. Martin’s, hardcover, 1996. Worldwide Library, paperback, 1997.
Cole lives in Colorado, and this is his first novel.
It’s the Summer of 1957 in Bob White, Oklahoma, and Mark Stoddard is 15. He’s been living with his Deputy Sheriff brother since their parents were killed in an accident a year ago, and not having an easy time of it.
This summer an old man who hates his brother will be released from prison, return to Bob White and set up a bootlegger’s still, and begin to haunt Mark’s life. This summer his best friend’s cousin, a young girl, will come to spend the summer with them, and Mark will find that girls can be more, much more, than just pests. This summer human beings will die by violence in Bob White, and Mark’s childhood will end forever.
This is a coming-of-age novel, a story of the rites of passage from one view of the world to another, and a damned good one. I hate to see it published as a genre novel by a house that won’t promote it, because it deserves better.
Cole does as good a job of showing small town rural life in the 50s as you’re likely to find, and you can trust me on this; I was there, a hundred or so miles south and a couple of years earlier. He tells his story in straightforward first-person prose, and creates characters you can believe in. It may not work for everybody, but it sure did for me.
February 10th, 2023 at 9:55 pm
As far as I’ve been able to discover, this was the author’s only published novel.
February 11th, 2023 at 9:40 pm
A. B. Guthrie’s mystery series has something of this kind of feel to them, the whole coming of age in a small town mystery atmosphere.
February 12th, 2023 at 11:11 am
In general, I feel like genres are just the business side of publishing. Just like with music. If somebody asks what kind of music I like, I say: anything—if it’s good. I don’t care. Country can be Johnny cash, classical can be Beethoven, pop can be Beatles; crime novels include Dostoevsky. I hate it when people say a book ‘transcends the genre’. All that a work of art is for is for bearing your soul. And it can happen anywhere and anyhow. In graffiti art, busking on a corner, or yodeling on a mountaintop just as surely as soulless bullshit can be seen in a fancy opera house’s production of Puccini or a gilt-bound volume of Dale Carnegie.
February 12th, 2023 at 11:48 am
I think Barry did a bang-up job in reviewing this book, telling us exactly what kind of book it is — and incidentally, what it isn’t, not really — a crime fiction novel.
And more than that, why he liked it, and why maybe we might too.
February 12th, 2023 at 11:56 am
Steve,
I agree with you. I only share Barry’s lament that the marketing (or lack thereof) limited the readership. And this fact may well have broken the author’s will to write more.
Tony
February 12th, 2023 at 12:42 pm
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