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8 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Distinctive and Dark, December 17, 2006
I'd never come across Franklin before, but this Southern Gothic retelling of the story of Sodom and Gomorrah is so distinctive that I'm curious to see what the rest of his writing is like. Although ostensibly set in 1911 somewhere in southern Alabama, it has a very hazy quality to it that suggests it could be anywhere in the deep south or southwest, any time between 1870-1900. The story proceeds along two tracks: one follows a terrifying man called Smonk, and the other follows a 15 year old prostitute named Evavangeline.
We meet Smonk at a trial convened by the men of Old Texas, where he is accused of murder after his yearlong terrorizing of their town. Unfortunately for them, the dirty, limping, deformed, consumptive, syphilitic, hellraiser smells a setup, and the scene quite literally explodes in an orgy of bloodletting which manage to evoke both the brutality and realism of Peckinpah and the bizarre cartoonishness of Tarantino all at the same time. Smonk makes his escape and begins a long game of cat-and-mouse with the town's only two male survivors. Meanwhile, we meet Evavangeline as she flees in flagrante from a strange roving vigilante group who is chasing her for being a sodomite (her young form was apparently mistaken for that of a boy's). Her journey takes her through the drought-ridden Gulf Coast and toward Old Texas. Along the way, she proves just as deadly as Smonk, leaving a trail of gruesomely dispatched corpses behind her.
As we learn about both characters' pasts, we also learn about their pursuers. William McKissick is Smonk's former partner, now turned semi-honest lawman. Under the belief Smonk killed his boy, McKissick conducts his hunt with blood oozing out of an untended belly wound and Smonk's glass eye between his cheek and gum. Evavangeline is chased by a posse of "Christian Deputies" led by a northern fop with no control whatsoever over his band of rascals. The action takes place across a surreal barren landscape of dead sugarcane and rabies-infected dogs and rats. Ultimately, everything leads back to Old Texas, a town which mysteriously has no children. As with many a horror movie, the town's long-held horrifying secret is finally revealed as the karmic justification for all the killings, eviscerations, rapes, and ultraviolence over the preceding pages.
This is an impossible book to pigeonhole. Franklin's Old Testament update is incredibly dark, gruesome, and violent (a note of warning, incest crops up more than once). And at the same time, it's so over-the-top that it can be awfully funny at times. Franklin's crafted a richly distinctive dialect and cadence for his characters' dialogue that helps in creating a unique sense of place. The one downside is that it's not set off like normal dialogue, which can make it a little hard to follow at times. I've definitely not read another book like this all year, but one like this is probably all I can handle. Highly recommended, but only for those with strong stomachs.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Over The Top, October 31, 2006
A quick and enjoyable read, "Smonk" is vintage Tom Franklin -- unsavory characters, hilarious dialogue, sudden violence, & moral ambiguity. This is his homage to Cormac McCarthy's "Blood Meridian," complete with adolescent protagonist, gory & senseless slaughter, descriptive chapter subheadings, and even the use of McCarthy's made-up word 'swapt' (as in "the knife swapt off his head..."). I had a grand ol' time reading this and I suspect others will, too; it will provide you a rollicking good time if you can stomach the violent imagery and lack of any redeeming character (I suppose Smonk's elderly sidekick/father figure Ike comes closest to being "good," and he ain't even that close!). Though it intends to find a niche as a 'southern,' Franklin's novel, for all intents and purposes, is a 'western.' It has definite connections with Grand Guignol and Peckinpah's "The Wild Bunch," but I think the term "over the top" is the best description I can give this book. Everything is exagerrated: the bloodshed, the physical deformities & diseases of various characters, their secrets, the extreme settings replete with epidemics of drought, rabies, etc. For me personally, I still think Franklin's book of short stories, "Poachers," is his greatest achievement to date, but "Smonk" gave me a couple of solid gut-laughs, lots of head-shaking at the absurd situations he imagines, several breath-taking instances of incredible dialogue and characterization, and moments of genuine awe at some of his dead-on descriptive details. A very gifted writer spinning an enthralling & entertaining yarn. Thanks, Tom!
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Something about this book...., June 15, 2007
grabbed me when I was shelving in the fiction section of the bookstore where I work. Read the jacket and just knew I had to have it. This was a VERY violent, gritty, and deviant book!! It was a little hard to read because it's pretty much all prose with no quotations at all and that made it a little tough to follow.
I kept reading it because it's such a good book and that is my only "fault". E.O. Smonk was just... well... wrong!!! Everything about him said devil's child and his story will send chills up and down your spine. The violence is over the top, the sex is illegal and rough, and the lives of these characters are... insane!
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