One of the things I like about reading these old pulp Westerns is the rather obvious dialect and the various similes and metaphors the characters often use. Case employs this well here.
It's unfortunate now that the market for new Western fiction has shrunk so badly, because it's a sort of escapism with great appeal to some.
I'm fair to certain the market is still there, but extremely leery of what's being marketed to them, after forty years of having mostly garbage shoveled at them while being told it was angel food.
And even those who were damn fine writers, but younger and not nearly as well known as the masters, like Richard S. Wheeler and Ed Gorman. Doesn't mean the western can't be revived. Though, at this point, space western may be the way to go, what with Mars soon to open up as a new frontier.
One of the things I like about reading these old pulp Westerns is the rather obvious dialect and the various similes and metaphors the characters often use. Case employs this well here.
It's unfortunate now that the market for new Western fiction has shrunk so badly, because it's a sort of escapism with great appeal to some.
I'm fair to certain the market is still there, but extremely leery of what's being marketed to them, after forty years of having mostly garbage shoveled at them while being told it was angel food.
Most of the old masters are gone, too.
And even those who were damn fine writers, but younger and not nearly as well known as the masters, like Richard S. Wheeler and Ed Gorman. Doesn't mean the western can't be revived. Though, at this point, space western may be the way to go, what with Mars soon to open up as a new frontier.