The Sisters Brothers
There was no post here yesterday because I was up waaaay past my bedtime the night before finishing The Sisters Brothers by Patrick de Witt. I wanted to be sure to finish before yesterday’s Tournament of Books match-up between The Sisters Brothers and Ann Patchett’s State of Wonder. (Spoiler: The Sisters took it handily.) I started reading the book on Monday night. I would have read it in a single sitting if it weren’t for pesky work, having to be alive in the morning to get kids to school, etc. Holy crap, what a good book. I can’t believe it took me so long to read it. To start with, check out that flippin’ sweet cover:
Charlie and Eli Sisters are brothers, “the mean one” and the “husky one” as one unfortunate soul describes them. They are also hired gunmen feared throughout the west. The story begins with the brothers leaving their home in Oregon City for their latest assignment for their book The Commodore. First stop is to check in with The Commodore’s hired detective who has been tailing their target around Gold Rush San Francisco. What should be an easy assignment turns out to be anything but. The adventure will change the brothers lives forever.
It’s a cracking adventure, too. The novel has been compared to True Grit and the author has been described as “like Cormac McCarthy with a better sense of humor.” The novel was also short-listed for last year’s Man Booker Prize. Those are big boots to fill but deWitt pulls it off admirably. It speaks volumes about the author’s ability that a Western historical novel that is at turns violent, crude, and “ribald” can also be sentimental and literary.
Getting all lit-101, the brothers/sisters dichotomy serves to highlight the internal struggle of the brothers to find peace with who they really are, underneath the yoke of their unusual occupation, The job colors how others see them, and it weighs heavily upon them to live up the billing. The novel is set during the Gold Rush, but it’s take on San Francisco could also be used to describe the city during the modern Gold Rush of the internet boom or the greed that has taken over Wall Street. The brothers meet a stranger who, sensing their new arrival, tells them about the madness that has gripped the city with the influx of so much sudden wealth:
“The whores are working fifteen-hour shifts and are said to make thousands of dollars per day. You must understand, gentlemen, that the tradition of thrift and sensible spending has vanished here. It simply does not exist any more. For example, when I arrived this last time from working my claim I had a sizable sack of gold dust, and though I knew it was lunacy I decided to sit down and have a large dinner in the most expensive restaurant I could find…So it was that I ate a decent-sized, not particularly tasty meal of meat and spuds and ale and ice cream, and for this repast, which would have put me back perhaps half a dollar in my hometown, I paid the sum of thirty dollars in cash.”
Charlie was disgusted. ”Only a moron would pay that.”
“I agree,” said the man. ”One hundred percent I agree. And I am happy to welcome you to a town peopled in morons exclusively. Furthermore, I hope your transformation to moron is not an unpleasant experience.”
When the brothers finally meet their target, he turns out to be the sort of old coot/poetic madman that populates the best films and books of the old west. When he tells Eli that “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,” Eli can’t help but take the words as the most apt description of his own life.
Wil Wheaton, the judge of yesterday’s Tournament of Books match-up has this to say about the two books:
If State of Wonder made me feel like I was struggling to stay awake during The English Patient, The Sisters Brothers made me feel like I was sitting in a movie house in Red Dead Redemption, watching an episode of Deadwood that was written by Quentin Tarantino and directed by the Coen Brothers. If I was the wrong audience forState of Wonder, I’m pretty much the perfect audience for The Sisters Brothers.
I’m pretty much the perfect audience for The Sisters Brothers, too. It may not be for everyone, but if it sounds like it’s your thing, don’t put it off another minute. A great novel awaits.
















