An OK Corral At Best
On a cold October day in 1888, the Arizona sky heavy with impending
snow, three lawman brothers and their gambler friend faced off against
five alleged cattle rustlers in an alley while the mining town of
Tombstone held its breath. Less than a minute later, three men were dead, three
wounded, and an American myth was born.
Dubbed "The Gunfight at the OK Corral" (inaccurately, as the fight took
place in the alley between the corral and a photographer's studio), the
singular event has, for many, come to define the period known as the
Old West, and although the details of the feud between the Earp brothers
and the Clanton gang are far more convoluted than its tellers like to
admit, the sheer iconographic power of the gunfight itself refuses to
die. Boiled down to a battle between the forces of law and order,
brotherhood and friendship, and an opposing force of back-shooting agents of
evil, it has spawned countless popular and scholarly treatments, a TV
show, and four major films My Darling Clementine with Henry Fonda,
Gunfight at the OK Corral with Burt Lancaster, Tombstone with Kurt
Russell and Val Kilmer, and Wyatt Earp with Kevin Costner. The last
two films on the list, however, followed a trend of revisionist (or
rather, clarifying) historicism that suggested that the principals in the
feud, particularly Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, were not the simon-pure
figures portrayed in earlier treatments. Simply put, the era of the
white-hat/black-hat western is long dead, and the themes of the
Earp-Clanton affair have shifted to focus on the loyalties between men on a harsh
frontier with inadequate and often corrupt law-enforcement.
If anyone is qualified to write about the unique bond between men of
violence, it's Robert B. Parker, who's made a career out of it with his
phenomenally successful and very good series about Boston
private-eye Spenser and his enigmatic and deadly friend Hawk. Parker's heroes
are tough and uncompromising but also very smart and well-spoken
individuals, with the kind of brothers-in-the-trenches loyalty that echoes
that reportedly shared by the Earps and Doc Holliday, according to their
biographers. Furthermore, the themes of the private-eye story and the
western have always been closely related, with their stoic protagonists,
like Spenser, who move unprotected through badlands of criminal menace,
surviving by their wits and a strong moral code that often runs counter
to the law. Finally, according to the book-jacket copy of Parker's new
novel Gunman's Rhapsody, the Earp-Clanton saga is "the book he always
longed to write." So okay, if we're going to go down to Tombstone one
more time, we could not be in better hands than Parker's.
Except that Gunman's Rhapsody is so incredibly minimalist and
episodic that within the first fifty pages one wonders why "the book he always
longed to write" took Parker so long the thing reads like it was
written on a couple of lunch breaks. Characters appear and disappear
seemingly at random, several minor but key figures in the story are
mentioned in passing, by name only if you've read it, John Clum is the mayor
of Tombstone, John Fremont is the governor of Arizona, and Crawley Dake
is the U.S. Marshal for the district, something Parker didn't bother
telling you and even major characters are underdeveloped to the point
of being simply names-who-do-things.
Gunman's Rhapsody attempts to approach the Tombstone saga from a
different angle than most others, through the lens of the budding
relationship between Wyatt Earp and showgirl Josephine Marcus, for whom Earp
would abandon his common-law wife and eventually marry. Engaged to Cochise
County sheriff John Behan, Josie throws him over for Wyatt, which
Parker presents as the catalyst for the feud, with Behan acting as agent
provocateur to pit the local ranchers (read: rustlers) against Wyatt and
his brothers. Parker has undoubtedly drawn from Marcus' book I Married
Wyatt Earp, one of only two books written by actual participants in
the events, except that Marcus' book has long been discounted for its
inaccuracies and outright fictionalizations. Is this important in a novel?
When the novel deals with a topic as lovingly dissected as the
Tombstone affair, yes.
Because the book deals with Wyatt and Josie, Parker focuses on them to
the detriment of all of the other characters. It's nice to see the
inclusion here of brothers James and Warren Earp most treatments only
deal with Wyatt, Virgil, and Morgan, who were in the Gunfight and became
the principal targets of the rustlers' retribution but James'
characterization is limited to the fact that he was wounded in the Civil War
and doesn't like to fight, and Warren is relegated to "smallish and
dark." They might as well have not shown up. The pistoleer Johnny Ringo
and the Clantons' ringleader Curley Bill Brocius have a total of four
appearances between them, despite being the figures that everyone in the
book is worried about. Josie is well-treated, of course, but Parker
makes a point of telling us how unlike a "typical" woman she is she
speaks her mind and drinks as if she likes it while every other woman in
the book is either a whore or a thoroughgoing bitch, with none getting
more than a couple of lines at most.
The most conspicuous and damaging oversimplification is in the
character of Doc Holliday. Granted, Holliday has always been treated as the
most interesting character in the saga, the dark, existential, badass
anti-hero who gets the best lines witness the career-building
performances of both Victor Mature and Val Kilmer in the role (but ignore Dennis
Quaid's portrayal of Holliday as some kind of rodent) but the simple
fact is that Holliday really was the closest of any of the characters
to his myth. Rotting from the inside out from tuberculosis, he really
did have that combination of suicidal tendencies, an unwillingness to do
the deed himself, and the philosophical disposition to laugh at the
dichotomy that made him reckless and deadly, according to his best
biographer, John Myers Myers. He was the classic self-destructive personality,
with enough education to realize it and enough skill to take as many
people as possible to hell with him.
Parker, on the other hand, makes Holliday just a mean drunk, and not a
particularly good one. Not once does Parker mention the tuberculosis
that plagued him, nor does his erudite command of learned subjects appear
in his character until two-thirds into the book, and only because
Parker tells us that "Doc liked to talk." In this Holliday is treated no
differently than the other characters, who are all given sort of vague
descriptions rather than concrete personalities and even the Gunfight
itself is treated in a single hazy, impressionistic paragraph, as if
Parker suddenly had an art-seizure at the precise moment he needed to be
exactingly prosaic but it's especially disappointing with Holliday
because Parker has proven himself a master at realizing the dark,
existential, badass anti-hero in Spenser's sidekick Hawk.
But should Parker be pilloried for deciding to write something other
than Spenser Goes to Tombstone? Well . . . yes, actually. Enough people
have attempted this story, successfully and otherwise, that any attempt
to do it again must necessarily bear the unique stamp of the author.
Parker could have done this and done it well by taking exactly those
elements that make Spenser and his crowd such a pleasure to read and
translating them into this milieu. If he didn't want to do that, he should
have demonstrated that he had other guns in his arsenal to bring to bear.
Next time Robert B. Parker decides to time-travel, especially when
mucking about with mythology, he'd be well-advised to bring his old
shooting-irons with him.