When you go to a book store and look
for the western section, you find two things: first, there are hardly any
westerns there. Second, they are at
least half Louis L’Amour books. I can’t
help but think that the two are related.
The sci-fi and fantasy sections are not big, but they are lively and
always changing. Tolkien and Howard only
wrote a handful of books between them, and at the pace he’s going George R.R.R.R
Martin isn’t going to take up a whole bookshelf of Game of Thrones volumes any
time soon. The shelves have gone from
being full of military sci-fi, to paranormal romance, extra-planar horror, and
now sexy steampunk volumes. Sci-fi and
fantasy keep changing.
The western section, by comparison,
tends to be dominated by a single author- L’Amour. Take a look at the two (that’s right, only
two) shelves of westerns that I found recently at a fairly large used book
store in New Hampshire. L’Amour’s books
are all of the paperbacks and most of the hardbacks. Hugely success, yes, but by dominating the western
market for so long did he in fact narrow it and crowd out new and exciting directions
for the genre?
I have gone from being an elitist snob
about L’Amour to really enjoying his writing.
I’ve been listening to a collection of full cast production Chick
Bowdrie short stories from Audible, and love them. L’Amour isn’t as sentimental as I’d suspected
(frankly no western authors have, to my surprise as I noted in this post). Some of the dialogue from Jubal Sacket, in
fact, stayed with me as I went into and out of heart surgery last year.
So I have grown to enjoy L’Amour, but
also regret his place in the genre. With
89 novels and 14 short story collections taking up the shelves, there isn’t
room for much more, and fewer new finds to entice readers.
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