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This is my second Whittington novel, Charro
being the first.
He wrote many a crime novel in the Fawcet Gold Medal
vein of construction; I have read none of these—these are perhaps where he
excels.
It might be luck of the draw with the two Westerns I
have read.
I emphasize, they are not bad.
But…they feel so by-the-numbers constructed with screenplay
stage direction scenarios and pat characters being shoved into clockwork
set-ups that I never feel truly drawn in.
The formulaic feel does a disservice to the not-bad
level of writing.
When one reads one of the Edge series by George
Gilman there is a feeling of, “Hey, this is kinda sorta better than it has
any right to be,” considering its assembly line origins.
With Whittington, I get the feeling that the level of
plotting and writing is more along the lines of assembly line without the commitment
to the grand guignol excesses of Gilman.
He hints at toughness without actually getting there.
He describes the land in detail, but it is a postcard
description, not a bone-dry feeling, or cold ache in your bones as one gets
with Haycox or MacLean.
Whittington is a puzzle to me.
There is something there, but I have not found it yet.
Others who have, might better direct me.