This is a serious book. If it were an automobile, it would be the kind of high performance car that requires your attention, forces you to actively engage in the experience and rewards your efforts with a drive that you’ll remember a long time.
Some books, many books, invite you to sit back, relax, and enjoy the literary “ride.” The Creed Of Violence by Boston Teran is not one of those books. It is a story that is part adventure, part history, part intrigue, and in many ways, depressing. It is a tale of a father and son, of lives that separated and are reunited by fate and circumstance.
The principals are a clever, ruthless, street wise assassin called Rawbone and John Lourdes, the son he abandoned years before, now an agent of Texas’s Bureau of Investigation. The son knows who his father is, but not the measure of the man. The father doesn’t know that Lourdes is his son as they are thrust together in a mission involving arms smuggling and the beginning of the Mexican revolution in the early 1900’s.
Teran’s prose is achingly beautiful at times, but confusing and challenging at others. Like I said, ya gotta pay attention all the way through this one. There is a profound sadness to this story, a kind of subtle subtext regarding the wounds of abandonment between Rawbone and Lourdes. If you’re seeking a happy ending, or an easy read, there are far better choices. If, however, you are willing, then strap in, concentrate, and take this one for a spin— just pay attention lest you lose it in the curves.