The Sisters Brothers by Patrick deWitt

For many of my childhood years, I owned two pairs of boots. One pair of boots was for “work” and the other was for Sunday. I always had a cowboy hat somewhere in my room, even if I only wore it occasionally. And I watched (in reruns) Gunsmoke and The Lone Ranger after school. I reveled in the possibility of a familial connection, by marriage, to Wyatt Earp, the gunslinging lawman. Westerns were to me as wizards and vampires are to the last decade or two of our youth. The world of cowboys and indians was more exciting than the “real” world and, I assume crucially, there was a divide between good and evil. The faint imprints my youthful fascination with the Wild West left on my psyche must explain my otherwise inexplicably strong desire to read this book.

If you want to know whether you will like it, the best I can do is pass along good advice. Kevin from Canada found, via a Booker Forum poster, the best way to sort those who will like the book from those who will not (poster’s words, not KfC’s): “[I]f you like Coen Brothers movies[,] I guarantee you will enjoy the book “

I am not in the business of guaranteeing anything. I am an attorney, after all. However, your appreciation of Coen Brothers movies is about as reliable an indicator of your fit with this book as anything. I do like Coen Brothers movies and I liked the book.

The “Sisters Brothers”, Charlie and Eli Sisters, are hired killers. Charlie, the eldest, is the natural leader, the quickest with his guns, and the most psychologically fit for the profession. Eli is “a tall and heavy and rough-looking man” and, stereotypically, a bit slow. George Milton and Lennie Small come to mind, though Eli is not at all retarded, just neither as quick nor as cynical as his brother..

As the book opens, Eli is waiting outside the mansion of a wealthy man known as “the Commodore” while Charlie, inside, receives their latest assignment. The book recounts the brothers’ adventures on this latest job which, it turns out, will be their last for the Commodore. There are gunfights and fistfights, drinking and brothels, horses and gold. In other words, it possesses all the elements of a typical western.

The brothers are known more by reputation than appearance. More than once in the novel, one or the other frightens a would be harasser by announcing that they are Charlie and Eli Sisters, or “the Sisters Brothers”. Men of merely ordinary toughness do not quarrel with the Sisters brothers and, so, most of the brothers’ problems come from rough riders who start trouble not realizing who their “victims” are.

I do not now own a pair of boots, cowboy or otherwise, which hints at a truth: gunfights do not excite me the way they once did. This has more than that, though. The cliched western exterior is really a framing device for much more complicated story of brothers, getting along in the world, and morality. On their ride away from the Commodore’s mansion, Eli relates:

Charlie and I had an unspoken agreement not to throw ourselves into speedy travel just after a meal. There were many hardships to our type of life and we took these small comforts as they came; I found they added up to something decent enough to carry on.

This hint of distance from romanticized notions of the “Wild West” is made more explicit a little later:

You will often see this scenario in serialized adventure novels: Two grisly riders before the fire telling their bawdy stories and signing harrowing songs of death and lace. But I can tell you that after a full day of riding I want nothing more than to lie down and sleep, which is just what I did, without even eating a proper meal.

This nod to realism is almost immediately tempered with Eli’s near fainting spell caused by seeing a spider “on its back, eight arms pedaling in the cold air.” The cold-blooded killer is “afraid of spiders and snakes and crawling things.”

Charlie has his weaknesses too. Aside from the bottle, he is terribly superstitious, leading to a comedic scene which pays homage to Mark Twain.

For me, the threadbare humor of assassins with a scaredy-cat side were too easy and, at their best, only mildly amusing. The idea has been explored too thoroughly in animated features to retain much punch. And, yet, when Eli encourages himself after managing a fire, I smile:

‘Little victories’ my mother used to say, and which I then said aloud, to myself.

It works because it is incongruous and subtle. This does not have to be a joke. It could just be Eli recounting the reason he uses that phrase, but then he says it “aloud, to myself.” The joke is more about the need adults sometimes have of comforting themselves, aloud, as it is about a hulking character’s attachment to his mother. The juxtaposition of size and psychological vulnerability plays on a stereotype that does not hold, but most of us have, at some point, thought something and then, the effect of recalling or thinking it being insufficient, we have spoken it to ourselves.

These light touches are what separate the book from mere “rollicking adventure”.

Charlie is never developed with much depth. He is quick on the draw and remorseless. Eli is a different animal. He longs to open a small store selling hats or hardware or chicken feed. While adept with rifle, pistol, and fist, he tends to the contemplative and the sentimental. He becomes attached to his run-down horse, Tub.

I sensed in him a desire to improve himself, which perhaps was whimsy or wishful thinking on my part, but such are the musings of the traveling man.

His mother is often in his thoughts and he draws a line between, essentially, civilians and combatants. The former he spares when he feels he can.

But this last is important. The book is not divided between “good guys” and “bad guys”. Most everyone is at least a bit bad, including, obviously, the professional killer who narrates the book. In other words, the characters are people, not exemplars of either virtue or vice. While deWitt is not blazing new ground here, the compromised protagonist being somewhat a staple in western films from John Wayne to The Unforgiven. The difference, though, is that Eli is not the toughest man in the story like Wayne’s and Eastwood’s characters nor is he somewhat reluctantly fighting the good fight. Eli is working at a profession he fell into by virtue of being Charlie’s brother. He is not conflicted about it nor does he console his conscience with the redeeming fact of bringing truly bad men to justice. He kills for money, not for merit. His kindness is mere recognition of common humanity rather than commitment to any ideal.

Eli takes the small comforts of life as he can find them. He is, in that sense, fiercely ordinary. Amid the violence and gags, deWitt draws this everyman with a sometimes startling sensitivity. Like the majority of people, Eli does not revolt against the world or the circumstances in which he finds himself. Rather, he ekes out of his existence the pleasures that he can and, without the irony of Kilgore Trout, ignores as best he is able the things he cannot change. But Eli’s lack of irony is not shared by deWitt. When a prospector offers them coffee, Eli accepts.

[M]y cup held earth and hot water, nothing more. I believe the man, through some lonely prospector mania, had begun brewing dirt and tricking himself into believing it was coffee. I had a mind to broach the subject with him but he was so pleased to be sharing, and I did not want to upset his pride; at any rate, who did I think I was to try and undo what had surely taken many days and nights to become fact for him?

This “live and let live” attitude should be startling coming, as it does, from a hired killer. By this point in the book, though, we know Eli too well. He has his own illusions, illusions he nurses and would not want taken from him. As we see with his horse, he empathizes with his fellow creatures and admires their attempts to “better” themselves. These glimpses of the everyman struggling with the world are, actually, much more exciting than the gunplay. It is a struggle for good and evil that is inside us all, a struggle with no clear winner (though sometimes a clear loser). This fight of Eli’s is both less grand than those fought by the celluloid heroes of my youth and more profound. Eli’s is the common struggle to make the best of an often harsh world.

I am glad this made it into the Tournament of Books, though I do not expect it to have much success. It is the type of book that ought to be included and ought not to make it too far.

*A pet peeve: At least twice in the novel, there are sentences like: “Charlie led Nimble out and stood beside Tub and I.” On the one hand, perhaps this jarringly ungrammatical construction (“..stood beside me….beside Tub and ME!”) is meant to convey our narrator’s cowboy education and the ineptness of his attempts to sound learned. But, other than some non-standard punctuation, I didn’t notice other signals that the narrator was trying but failing to speak with a cultured voice. I am reading too much into this, too little? Is it just pedantry to notice such things and grate one’s teeth? Did people in the 1880s even develop the tendency to overcorrect the ungrammatical locution “Me and John went to the store” as so many modern day speakers have? I thought that was a more recent phenomenon. These are the kinds of things I actually wonder about while reading. Please tell me that I am just being obtuse in not seeing deWitt’s brilliant purpose here, that there is a good reason for the incorrectly objective “Tub and I”.

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15 Responses to The Sisters Brothers by Patrick deWitt

  1. A very nice review Kerry. Loved your opening sentence.

    “The former he spares when he feels he can.” When he feels he can, there’s a world of compromise there isn’t there?

    This is already on my TBR pile (but then I love Westerns, and do own a pair of Cowboy boots, made in Texas). I like how you bring out the small accommodations we each make with life, even a killer. We all of us after all have to make such peace with the world as we can, usually not entirely on our own terms.

    Is this deWitt’s first novel do you know? I can’t recall.

    • Kerry says:

      Thanks, Max.

      While this novel does not attempt anything in the nature of Beckett’s Murphy, Camus’s The Stranger, or Gide’s The Immoralist, it does, at least, make engage with the fact that we do “have to make such peace with the world as we can” while relating a Western adventure. DeWitt does this without being too hokey or melodramatic. Eli, like all of us, makes compromises with the world where, usually, the world seems to hold most of the cards. In that sense, moral purity is a luxury that not everyone can (or perhaps is willing?) to afford.

      This is not deWitt’s first novel. He has also written and published Ablutions: Notes on a Novel. The New York Times Sunday Book Review (Rebecca Barry) reviewed it very favorably. She concludes that, despite its being “ugly on purpose”, “Ablutions has achieved something remarkable.” It actually ends up sounding like something I might want t oread.

  2. While I agree with your assessment of the novel, I would not be surprised to see it go further in the ToB than you think likely. While it did not win the Giller, it did win both the Governor-General’s and Writers’ Trust prizes in Canada — I’d say that is an indication that there is an appeal to writers and those in the trade that extends beyond what readers like you and me (or should I say “such as you and I are”?) notice.

    As you noted it is also a very accessible book — that kind of volume tends to do well in the head-to-head approach that the ToB takes.

    All of which means, of course, that it will be eliminated in the first round.

    (My own bugbear is reading about characters who “try and do” something instead of “try TO do”. We all have things like that that grate.)

    • Kerry says:

      I agree that this is very accessible and, you are right, the Governor-General’s and Writers’ Trust prizes add additionally credibility to its boosters and suggests it may have more popular support that I assume in my prediction.

      And, thank you, for commiserating with my annoyance. It is quite minor, but precision counts.

      • I get every bit as pissed off as you do. And if we don’t complain, things will only get worse.

        On the other hand, I did have a friend who was most bothered by the distinction between “that” and “which” and I could never figure out which was which or that was that for that (which) matter.

      • Kerry says:

        Thanks and I’ll man the ramparts with you, Kevin. Except when I’m screwing up…..and can we make a distinction between blog posts and published fiction? If not, I will have to start proofreading.

        Also, I’m with you on the which/that controversy. I too have known people for whom the “right” choice of which/that is a big deal. As for me, I put “right” in quotation marks for a reason. Although there are some cases in which it matters, I think it doesn’t matter more often than most which/that warriors realize. Or I could be clueless (but the Chicago Manual of Style Online says using “which” in a restrictive clause is “more or less okay (and popular among writers of British English).”

        (Being a journalist, you’ve probably seen the situation where two equally adamant which/that ideologues kept sending edits back and forth correcting for the “misuse” of which/that. In the legal field, I have. Which is partly what led me to the conclusion: that/which usage isn’t as restrictive (ridiculously bad pun intended) as some people think.)

  3. Brooks says:

    Kerry,

    Thank you for the thoughtful review! I loved The Sisters Brothers and was pleased when I saw it had made this year’s ToB. I don’t think it’ll make it too far, but I’m happy to see it get recognition.

    • Kerry says:

      Thank you. I am pleased it made it too. Both because I enjoyed it and because I was going to read it anyway which makes one more ToB contender read.

      And you never know, Kevin has a point, it might have better staying power than I first assumed.

  4. BK says:

    Hello,

    Thank you for the review. In an effort to “read” more books I now listen to audio books as I spend time in my kitchen. I happened to listen to the Sisters Brothers read by John Pruden. Perhaps I was so engrossed in the story I missed the grammar “don’ts”. Pruden weaves a spell with deWitt’s words.

    CBC’s The Next Chapter’s Shelagh Rogers offers a great interview with deWitt.

    http://www.johnpruden.com/Home.html

    http://www.cbc.ca/thenextchapter/podcast.html

    • Kerry says:

      BK,

      Thanks for the comment. I listened to a number of audio books when I had a long commute via auto. It is a great way to get to more books. And the story is engrossing, while the grammar “don’ts” were incredibly minor and, maybe, intended. In other words, it probably says nothing good about me that I (a) noticed them and (b) spent time considering what purpose they might have served.

      Thanks for the links to the extra resources. Sounds like Pruden did a great job with an enjoyable read.

      You know have a rooting interest in the TOB, so check back later to join the unofficial TOB brackets contest.

      Thanks again,
      Kerry

  5. Biblibio says:

    My impression has been that part of the appeal of The Sisters Brothers is that it’s clearly a Western, but also marketed as more. Kind of like those rare sci-fi or fantasy books that step outside their confined genre definitions, it manages to have both its genre rollicks and the depth we associate with so-called “literary fiction” (in large part due to the fact that it’s been marketed to the general public). I’ve considered reading The Sisters Brothers a few times (if only because I do love me a good “bad guy” narrator…), but most reviews have failed to entice me. Yours, as usual, has made me reconsider. I’m still somewhat hesitant (I think I’m a bit young to understand true Westerns…), but I’m certainly a bit more inclined to give it a shot now…

    • Kerry says:

      Biblibio,

      I think you are correct. This is marketed as “a Western, but…more.” And I think that is accurate. It does have sufficient depth and enough attention to language that it is a worthy TOB contender. As I point out, I think I was the right audience for both the marketing and the book. This is not the best, nor even the second best, of the books I’ve read for the TOB so far (Barnes, Appanah, and deWitt, in that order of preference).

      But the marketing is not only effective, it is also true. If it strikes your fancy, you can do much worse.

  6. Sarah says:

    I do not, and never did, possess cowboy boots, but I have enjoyed a Coen brothers’ film in my time. I would claim that I have never read a Western, but Cormac McCarthy is one of my favourite authors so maybe I should reassess my notion of what constitutes a Western.

    I already planned to read this and you have given me additional reasons to do so. Thanks Kerry.

    I can’t believe the ‘which/that’ thing has come up. Being a confirmed pedant I have sleepless nights over this. I have pored over the rules on many occasions. But they never seem to sound natural when put into practice. And on I go with a random usage which (?) probably pains only me.

    • Kerry says:

      Sarah,

      What is amusing to me about the which/that thing is that, I firmly believe, there are nearly equal numbers of people who are outraged by your final sentence and who breathe a sigh of relief that, even if by chance, a writer has gotten it right.

      Of course, the humor is reliant on the truth of my supposition that your final sentence could be written either way without doing violence to the English language. It is more than possible I am wrong and, therefore, that English suffers much for my error.

      I look forward to your take on The Sisters Brothers particularly given your interest in and appreciation of McCarthy. I am sure deWitt will not equal McCarthy in your estimation, but I am interested to see exactly which parts of deWitt do not stack up..

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