James Lee Burke is, following the sad death of Robert B Parker, my favourite living crime novelist and, like Parker, he has digressed to the Old West for a couple of stand alone novels; Two for Texas and this, a take on the Gulf Coast during the Civil War.
The prose is - as you might expect - magical and the descriptions of Shiloh particularly good. However I did not find this book as compelling as the Robicheuax series, nor was it as readable as Two for Texas. Burke - apparently - was writing a fictionalised account of his ancestor Willie Burke's participation in the War Between the States and I wonder if a little too much reverence was involved preventing the reader getting as involved with the characters as we do with the contemporary stuff. The 'goodies' were a bit too perfect - notably the abolitionist woman Abigail, who I found a real credibility stretch - and the slave girl Flower - who probably (improbably actually) would give most post-graduate students a run for their money in insight and intellect. I notice Burke does this occassionally; load up a character with almost divine prescience to the detriment of their authenticity; he did with Pete Flores in 'Rain Gods.'
Also the plantation owner; overseer; poor white trash overseer's mate do not live in the way the baddies do in the crime stuff. They do not learn or grow like Troyce Nicks - the savage prison guard - in 'Swan Peak' or Dixie Lee Pugh, the wiped-out singer in 'Black Cherry Blues.' That - I feel - is Burke's greatest skill; making you care about apparently awful, sometimes diabolical, people.
As any reader can tell, I am a Burke fan and any criticisms have to set into context. If you've never read James Lee Burke and you come to this you will be stunned by how good it is; the descriptions, the humanity; the atmosphere. I would strongly recommend that everyone reads it, but I'd recommend that everyone reads everything James Lee Burke has written.