Do you ever want a modern soundtrack to literary fiction? Yes? Me too. That’s the point of this feature. Whereas some people imagine cinematic montages in their head, I create a soundtrack.
Okay, so I actually do both, but I prefer to share my soundtrack.
Today’s mixtape features my favorite pair of psychopathic hitmen: Charlie and Eli Sisters. Patrick deWitt’s The Sisters Brothers is one of most beloved contemporary novels. It’s dark and funny, with a bit of a melancholy undertone. It reshapes the classic western for the modern reader. If you haven’t read it, you should consider doing so. Feel free to use the following soundtrack to accompany your reading. It’s bound to be satisfying for all, though I’m not willing to guarantee it.
As usual, please note that this feature is meant to be irreverent and fun. No harm’s intended.
He closed the door and moved to his room and I lay in the dark thinking about the difficulties of family, how crazy and crooked the stories of a bloodline can be.
The creak of bed springs suffering under the weight of a restless man is as lonely a sound as I know.
Most people are chained to their own fear and stupidity and haven’t the sense to level a cold eye at just what is wrong with their lives. Most people will continue on, dissatisfied but never attempting to understand why, or how they might change things for the better, and they die with nothing in their hearts but dirt and old, thin blood – weak blood, diluted – and their memories aren’t worth a goddamned thing, you will see what I mean.
I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.
“The woman was made restless by my answer and I said, ‘What is it that you are asking me?’
‘My hope is that I will see you again.’
My chest swelled like an aching bruise and I thought, I am a perfect ass. ‘Your hope will be fulfilled,’ I promised.
You are only wasting our time. And we have no more time to waste.
He began once more to cry, which I took as my cue to sever our ties. As I climbed onto Tub I wished the boy safe travels, but there were empty words, for he was clearly doomed, and it was a mistake to have given him that gold but it was not as if I could take it back now. He stood there weeping and watching us go, while behind him Lucky Paul entered and collapsed the prospector’s tent, and I thought, Here is another miserable mental image I will have to catalog and make room for.
I am happy to welcome you to a town peopled in morons exclusively. Furthermore, I hope that your transformation to moron is not an unpleasant experience.”
‘There is nothing typical about my profession.’ Suddenly I did not want to talk about it any longer. ‘I don’t want to talk about it any longer.’
Ignoring this statement, she asked, ‘Do you enjoy this work?’
‘Each job is different. Some I have seen as singular escapades. Others have been like a hell.’ I shrugged. ‘You put a wage behind something, it gives the act a sort of respectability. In a way, I suppose it feels significant to have something as large as a man’s life entrusted to me.’
‘A man’s death,’ she corrected.
Looking back at the camp I thought, I will never be a leader of men, and neither do I want to be one, and neither do I want to be led. I thought: I only want to lead myself.
There was silver in the dawn, and heavy dewdrops weighed down the stalks of tall grass… I had not seen the house in years and wondered if it might be in ruins, and what I would do if Mother was not there.
It seemed to me I could gauge from these sounds the sorrow or gladness of their creator; I listened intently and decided that my brother and I were, for the present at least, removed from all earthly dangers and horrors.
And might I say what a pleasing conclusion this was for me.
So there you have it. One country-influenced soundtrack for a bloody, charming western. As usual, feel free to contribute. I love hearing your suggestions.
*Mock me all you want and take away my cool card (not that I ever had one, as illustrated by using the phrase “cool card”), but the Nickelback song is appropriate. Feel free to make fun of Nickelback all you want, but know that by doing so I think you are taking the easy shots.