Point of impact
Almost perfect. Definitely more than my normal 5 stars.
For those, who like me, came to this book because they liked or loved the movie Shooter, the book is better, much better.
This is a book (first published in 1993) about a sniper and guns and it is not surprising that people involved with gun culture like it. This makes me conclude that the novel is authentic in its depictions and details.
However, I think it is even more enjoyable for people who have never been involved with guns. I have never even held a handgun, a rifle or a shotgun. But here the details about guns and shooting and the culture associated with them is presented in a manner which, while detailed is never boring and is told so fascinatingly, lovingly and with so much impact that it even made a person like me appreciate how others can be in love with a culture I am never going to be part of. Is this not what a good novel does?
“Dobbler was fascinated. Guns everywhere, of every shape and form and description, for every taste and wallet. They could be so cheap and so expensive, so demure and so awesome, so ridiculous and so sublime.
He wondered about the men who worshiped them with such ardency, whose lives were bounded by their complexities or liberated by their possibilities.
What was there to see in all this?
Well, passion for order for one thing. So much of gun culture was about parts, units, systems, things fitting together. There were whole institutions that existed merely to sell parts of obsolete weapons. So there was a puzzle aspect to it, a sense of bringing order to chaos.
Power? The damned things were so absolute in their meaning that yes, there had to be the lure of power. But beauty also. Some of them, he was stunned to discover, were strangely beautiful. He especially liked one called a Luger and another called a New Frontier single action….
And then again: data. To him a gun was just a gun, but to some of these people it was obviously an endless font of information -- a history, a set of specifications, an involvement with a company, usually a corporate entity, a connection to certain traditions, a whole hierarchy of meanings that yielded yet some more meanings and had to be deciphered like some runic code. To shoot wasn't enough: there was something almost Borgesian about the labyrinths the damned things conjured in the imagination.”
And how can you resist this:
"Howdy, ma'am," Bob sung out.
"Whachew want?" the old lady asked.
"See the colonel."
"Colonel don't see nobody these days."
"Hell, I have me a line on a pre-'64 70 in .270 once owned by a famous bad boy. Thought he might be interested."
"He's got enough guns."
"No such thing as enough guns, ma'am, I'll beg your pardon for saying so."
Bob Lee Swagger (not Robert) is from the Arkansas hills with a proud tradition of guns and serving the country. He himself was a Marine in the Vietnam War and when his ability to shoot was discovered, he became a sniper with the second highest number of confirmed kills – eighty seven and is also known as Bob the Nailer. He did three tours of duty till he and his friend and spotter Fenn were shot by an enemy sniper. Fenn died while Swagger was discharged as gunnery sergeant with a whole host of medals.
Swagger is unhappy with the way Vietnam veterans are treated by American society and after a bout of alcoholism and divorce has retreated to the hills with his dog as company and a few friends. However, he is not ashamed of who he is and what he has done:
"Don't kid yourself, wormboy. I'm a soldier. You're only a murderer. And because of what you've done, every man who ever loved a rifle is a suspect in his own house…”
He is still deeply patriotic though he has a rather pessimistic view of human nature and resigned to his routine till he is woken up by his adversaries:
“”…You see, that's why they are so frightening. Most men care about life. In the end, most men always act out of self-preservation. But these two don't care and won't act that way. It's a function of self-hatred so passionately held that it's off the charts."
Another pause. Then Bob said, "You know, …, you must come from some pretty soft places to find that so remarkable. You could be describing one half of the world's professional soldiers and both halves of its professional criminals. Truth is, I used to be one of those boys. Didn't give two hairs about surviving. Now I have something to live for. Now I'm scared to hell I'll die. Will it cost me my edge?"
He almost smiled, one of the few times Nick had ever seen anything so gentle play across the strong, hard features of his face.
"Sure is going to be damned entertaining to find out, isn't it?" Bob said.”
I am not generally fond of sniper novels where an obscure government agency decides on who is an undesirable and therefore needs to be eliminated. But it is different in a war, where a sniper is as honourable a service as any other and maybe more difficult.
Above all, Swagger is an honourable man (one of his opponents describes him as sick with honor). After the war, he retains his passion for guns but no longer kills even for meat. He spends his time practising his skills or shooting bucks with bullets made by himself which only stun them while Swagger is able to cut their antlers so that they will not be targets for trophy hunters.
At this point Swagger is recruited to help prevent the shooting of the American President. Of course, this is a conspiracy with Swagger as the fall guy. The conspirators succeed (though it is not the President who is killed) to the extent that he is thought to be the actual sniper by virtually the whole nation but Swagger manages to escape. All the elements, which such a plot requires, are done extremely well with a precision of a chess game being played by grandmasters: the recruitment of Swagger, the trap and its execution, Swagger’s escape, his search for the conspirators, his revenge and his exoneration.
What makes this novel truly special is that Swagger succeeds by using exactly and only the excellent skills developed by him as a sniper. Not just the long range shots but the ability to plan, the patience, the concentration and the ability to disappear. And all the insights he gets along the way to resolving the puzzle are based on his experience and knowledge gained by being a sniper. This is what makes this book different from other such books such as the Will Robie series etc. where we are just informed that they are world class snipers. With Swagger you feel it in every word he says and every action he takes.
Swagger’s enemies are also aware of what it means that Swagger has escaped:
"You stupid asshole, don't you know a thing about how men's minds work? Or Swagger's kind of man? Don't you see the fucking joke in this? You see, we planned his death, but maybe we gave him his life. We have engaged him. He is back among the living, and he's got himself a war to fight, and all his skills and talents may be fully deployed. That's the terrible thing, the longer this goes on, the more he enjoys it, the stronger he gets. And he'll love it. He should pay us for it. We're giving him more fun than he's had since the war."
Yes, a lot of people are killed in this book but the plot requires it i.e. it is not gratuitous. After all, Swagger is not a policeman but a sniper and it is one man, well actually two as along the way he has found an ally in an FBI Agent Nick Memphis, against an army.
The plot also allows the author to make terrible fun of what used to be called East Coast liberals and their institutions such as Washington Post, New York Times and even Tom Brokaw. Swagger’s apparent guilt allows them to pontificate about Swagger having been born and schooled in violence etc. An example: “"Swagger's Navy Cross bespeaks his aggressive nature and his reckless will to kill and precurses the tragic events of March 1," Time said.
It was the second highest award his country could give him; and he'd saved a hundred lives those two days in the An Loc Valley. They made it seem like a crime.”
The author is also able to make fun about the prejudices that exist about Southerners and gun aficionados:
“The room was large. The man who owned it had at one time or other killed every creature large and dangerous that walked upon the earth, and now the heads of his victims looked down upon their slayer, who was a plump man in his seventies sitting in an Eames chair reading a copy of -- Nick blinked, double-checked to make sure, but, yes -- The New York Review of Books. He didn't rise. The beasts stared from the walls. Most of the furniture was wooden and sleek and expensive, and Indian blankets and pottery were all over the place. And so were books, hundreds and hundreds of books. And rifles. Nick had never seen so many rifles and so many books in one place before… "It sounds like a piece I'd be interested in. Lord knows, I've spent lots of foolish money on interesting rifles. If I didn't have so many damn oil wells, I might not be such a spendthrift, but I'm too old for women and I tired of killing some years back, so interesting rifles and the folly of New York intellectuals are my last remaining vices. And what would the price be?””
And:
"And I'll bet you that old country boy Bob Lee Swagger has some sly left up his sleeve. I'll tell you this, Nick, I'm from the South and I've known men like that my whole life. They're not much damn good at anything except dying in wars and shooting helpless animals, Lord knows why, and outsmarting the law. They're sly, that's their talent. And I never met anybody who could outsly a sly old country boy and from what I've heard of Bob Lee Swagger, he's the slyest of them all. There's just no way a carpetbagging yankee like Howdy Duty or an old ghost like Hugh Meachum could bring it off. Nick, you've just got to believe in Bob Lee, do you hear me?"
I only have a few quibbles with this book and one of them concerns the ending. Knowing Swagger’s personality and a hint given earlier in the book, the ending could not have been different. Still, it is too ingenious and difficult to believe. I have to admit though it is a really fun ending.
I know that this is the first book of what became a series. Normally, I would rush to read the second book but not just now because this book is so complete in itself.
I have to note that this novel in a strange way would be perfect for fantasy readers, especially fans like me of David Gemmell, because Swagger is a force of nature with honour. Don’t get me wrong, there are no fantasy elements in this book. It is just that he is a hero with an epic quality. I hope this observation does not cause those readers of thrillers who abhor fantasy to not pick up this book. That would be rather unfortunate.
Did I forget to mention that it is so well written and funny that I could keep on quoting?
“”Do you shoot, young man?"
"Now and then," said Bob.
"It's not as simple as point and pull the trigger, you know?"
"So I hear," said Bob.”
To sum up:
“"Now that old Bob the Nailer, he's another interesting case. Can't figure how a boy like that would go so wrong."
"Maybe he was used by bad people."
"Well, I'd like to believe that. Hate to see a hero brought low. Ever read Othello, gentlemen?"
"Don't read plays," said Bob.
"I read it in high school," Nick added lamely.
"Well, old Bob reminds me of Othello. A great soldier, a good man. Twisted, played with, used by an Iago for some dreadful purpose. That play was a tragedy, one of Mr. Shakespeare's finest. Just like poor Bob's life -- an American tragedy."
"Well," said Bob, "don't believe Mr. Shakespeare had much use for happy endings, but the Bob Lee Swagger I knew all those years back, he may have been as stubborn as a goddamned mule, but he wasn't a fool either. So maybe somehow it'll work out for him. Good-bye, Colonel."
"Well, I hope so, boys," said the colonel, with just a hint of glee in his voice. "Because I'm too old for tragedy. I like a nice happy ending too."”