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The films of S. Craig Zahler enthralled me with their patient, incisive character work, their unflinching attitude of interest in the dark side of life, and those moments of sentimentality, warmth, and beauty which enliven these cruel tales into tragedy. The man is judgmental of his characters, but sensibly so, and lets their actions damn them. Each work builds to a protracted sequence of exploitative ultraviolence where nobody is safe.
The Slanted Gutter is a lot of fun. Almost half the book consists of creatively vile schemes run by Darren Tasking, mastermind entrepreneur, and his team of associates, intended to manipulate anybody who stands in the way of the boss' Mexican retirement. These schemes are incredibly creative, and I love how much Zahler clearly enjoyed coming up with them. Task is almost completely amoral, concerned almost only with achieving this goal, but it is clear that his amorality is a form of dissociation. In the back half of the novel, he is wracked with guilt, and achieves a kind of sympathy from the reader beyond his basic charisma. Until the final hundred pages or so, the themes don't always seem to hang together, but the novel finds a thread in that home stretch and the messiness of the first part becomes more enjoyable worldbuilding.
The book could have wrapped up cleanly from this point. Task could have taken Erin and Diego's help, killed Chester, gotten AIDS meds, and died in Mexico. But this is a Zahler tale. Task bites the hand that feeds him, and succumbs to his personality disorder, which was the only reason he was involved in any of this to begin with. This is the sort of interesting choice that a writer as sentimental as Zahler must have trouble making, but always does. We want to see Task get better. But just as the weight of his failures are a mark of his nature, so too does their weight push him into these final acts of evil. He fully becomes himself on that porch.
The prose of the novel is on occasion cumbersome, and, a couple times, laughable. You can tell he thinks he's a slick and cool writer, and he can be, but when you can tell he thinks he is, he rarely is. Nevertheless, it is often quite beautiful, and consistently attains that pithy hard-boiled loveliness that makes a person read these sorts of books in the first place. The man isn't that cool, but he is eloquent. The focus on one's resonance or dissonance with these qualities, however, belies a deeper analysis of its mechanics. It is, in a word, psychedelic, with decentered, relativistic movement of objects (including humans and their actions) blending into a sort of thematic elementalism, or essentialism. I would need to read more of this stuff to get a more precise idea, but it reminds me quite a bit of Eastern thought.
Fuck, I want to talk to this guy.
I also think that, though Zahler clearly has a slightly anti-woke perspective, and certainly a Gen X understanding of masculinity, the worlds he creates are very much how woke people see things. Power is force, and disposed to evil, to exploitation. Nowhere is without prejudice and criminality - in fact such qualities are nigh-ubiquitous among most examples of the human race, and when they really take root in one of his characters, their rhetoric and violence are some of the ugliest you'll ever watch or read. Given the casting of Mel Gibson in his film Dragged Across Concrete, which deals with police brutality, one might think that he takes a different view, and he likely does. But it is a credit to his art that this, like his sentimentality, does not interfere with his unflinching devotion to honesty in character. Perhaps, in a world of politically correct art (liberal and conservative), this attitude (from the right and the left) is precisely what we need.