If you’ve read Charles Frazier’s novels — most likely the National Book Award-winning “Cold Mountain” — you know what to expect from the new one, “The Trackers”: a journey across the American landscape of another time, replete with finely wrought historical details, featuring a tough but mysteriously alluring (or alluringly mysterious) woman.
And as with “Cold Mountain,” which echoed “The Odyssey,” there is a whiff of myth about “The Trackers”: A mighty king (John Long, a wealthy Wyoming land baron with political ambitions) sends a knight very-errant (Valentine, an artist lodged at Long’s estate while he paints a WPA-like mural in the post office of a nearby town) to find and maybe save his runaway wife (the much younger, tough, mysterious and alluring Eve, a onetime railroad hobo and singer with cowboy bands — which, this being 1937, the depth of the Great Depression, isn’t quite as unlikely as it may sound), then sends his trusty squire (the leathery sharp-shooting horse trainer, Faro) to locate both the errant painter and the wife.
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Here, let me extract the plot from that muddle of allusions.
In 1937 Valentine (Val) Welch, commissioned to paint a mural, travels from his tidewater home to Dawes, Wyoming, where he is invited to lodge at the vast ranch of the local bigwig, Long. In the so-called lobby of Long’s home there are paintings, including a tiny Renoir, that suggest there’s more to him than cattle. And on a high shelf, there’s a rifle with a long telescopic sight, which suggests ... well, we all know what.
Val befriends Long and Eve, and forms a wary relationship with Faro, who has a tender way with horses — and, it seems, with Eve — but also sometimes sports an expression so cold, Val says, that ”it struck me as reptilian.” (Also “reptilian,” in Val’s view? The New Deal-busting Supreme Court of the day, one of many present-day resonances.)
When Eve disappears and Long tasks Val with finding her, the epic quest begins, carrying us through Hoovervilles, hobo encampments, abandoned houses commandeered by weird squatters, seedy nightclubs, suspicious auction houses, and of course that scary Florida sinkhole. Along the way, the depredations of the Great Depression are on full display, and everybody has a story to tell. Eve, in fact, has many, and which of them, if any, is true, it’s hard to say. Whether it matters is also a fair question. These stories are, like Frazier’s, performative. “I’m going to tell you a campfire story,” Faro says at one point, prompting Eve to counter, “I’ll tell a campfire tale, too.”
"Val, good lord," Faro tells the importunate narrator, "you don't interrupt a campfire story." The same hold true for "The Trackers." If you stop to question the tale being told, you risk missing the point, which is to be carried along on an entertaining journey through familiar territory, well equipped with the apt historical coordinates to guide you on your way.
Ellen Akins is a writer and a teacher of writing in Wisconsin. She reviewed “The Trackers” for the Star Tribune (Minneapolis).
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About the book
Weekend Scoop
“THE TRACKERS”
Charles Frazier
Ecco. 336 pp. $29.99.