It's hard to overstate just how impressive this book is. It's take on the American Civil War takes place far from the set piece battles of Gettysburgh and Antietam, in the farms and hamlets of Missouri and Kansas. There the war takes a very different shape; a low intensity, murderous cycle of ambush and reprisal carried out by neighbour against neighbour and family against family. A kind of 19th century Bosnia.
The protagonists of Woodrell's book are a group of confederate bushwhackers, barely out of their teens but hunted down by Union militias in a deadly guerilla war acted out among the the backwoods and ruined homesteads they once called home. While never shirking from the shocking violence and pillage wrecked by these youthful marauders, Woodrell still harbours a deep seated empathy for his young gunmen, whose patriotic notions of southern honour and gallantry are cruelly and rapidly disabused. Some lose themselves in homicidal hatred of the Yankees, others seek oblivion in rivers of rotgut whiskey, while the narrator Jake Roedell clings on for dear life to the loyalties of friendship in a world where all other certainty is ripped asunder.
Given the seriousness of the subject matter, you may be forgiven for thinking that this might be a depressing, if not downright harrowing read. However that would be to underestimate Woodrell's whiplash writing skills. Part dread morality tale, part breathless adventure, this book is stunningly well written. Not content with simply setting his book in the civil war era, it's distinctive first person narritive is also a stylistic homage to the writing of that period carrying all the energy, bravado and earthiness of the litreature that flowered in America at that time.