Would the end results b A Single Shot is a novel that is deceptively simple and beautiful in its pathos. He lives in Charlottesville, Virginia. Moon is the creation of Matthew F. There's probably dudes like this all over the place. Jones is the author of the critically acclaimed novels The Cooter Farm, The Elements of Hitting, A Single Shot, Blind Pursuit, Deepwater, and Boot Tracks, as well as a number of screenplays.
It gets under your skin; the supporting characters, the town, the mountain itself, but none more so than Moon himself, a superb study of a man who has lost almost everything, but is damned if the bastards are going to take what little he has left. A vile, teeth-clenching momentum emerges that stretches the reader's expectations of what's supposed to happen in a novel. Do we really care about an angry man who feels disconnected from the world and blames everybody but himself? The supporting cast of secondary characters is a mixed and interesting bunch, and I enjoyed them so much. But before he has a chance to decide, Moon finds himself on the run, pursued by those who think the money is theirs. John Moon is a man incapable of making the right decisions in life and his ability to poach game is all that stands between him and the soup kitchen line.
The result is something like Patricia Highsmith plotting a novel by John Gardner with scenes of gruesomely detailed violence alternating with exquisitely described natural beauty. Should it require the efforts of generations to uphold this code, to respond to the responses, so be it. From one moment to the next, nothing in this upside-down world is static. Stay on this side of the line, please. Until Moon trespasses on the wrong land, hears a rustle in the brush, and fires a single fateful shot. He thinks there's nothing to link him to the corpse, and if he possessed a more astute brain, he might be right. A Single Shot has such a simple premise: down-on-his-luck guy makes a bad mistake, finds money, goes on the run.
The author also managed to pull off a lot of internalizing and internal dialogue. The evocative, natural and sparse language. I had absolutely no expectations going into this novel, but wow did it blow my mind. He stays right where he is, in his trailer in the mountains. Such codes ask an awful lot of adherents my own great grandfather was an adherent, and when a slander on his wife reached his ears obeyed the code promptly and went door to door with a pistol throughout the neighborhood I still live in, but, shrewdly, no one he encountered would admit to being the source and he did not get the satisfaction of killing some poor wretched gossip and his wife attempted suicide by drinking Paris Green while he was out thoroughly publicizing the slander and deliver little, but they yet exist. The protagonist finds himself in possession of quite alot of money and someone wants it, that money brings hope to the protagonists life of winning back his wife, who he is obsessed with. In so doing John breaks a cardinal rule when hunting; identify your target.
It's graphic and dirty, and I felt like I needed a shower for much of it, but I also couldn't help but root for John. John Moon's wife is gone, and she took his son. Out stalking a deer one day, he hears a rustle in the bushes and shoots, a single shot. The answer is for the reader to decide. After the loss of his family farm, John Moon is a desperate man.
I'm not not surprised Woodrell would admire A Single Shot; Tomato Red is a close cousin. Split into seven chapters corresponding to the seven days of the week, readers get an accurate idea of exactly how one man breaks down after making a split-second mistake and how no matter what he does, nothing helps him make up for it. It's a wonderfully written and artful noir fiction piece that is a bit hardboiled at times. The aim of art is to prepare a person for death, to plough and harrow his soul, rendering it capable of turning to good. John Moon has a dialogue that is backwoodsy, but despite the way he sounds, he has a lot of intelligence and smarts on the inside. Heads have two faces, one visible, one not. He accidentally kills a young girl and spends the next week trying to live with the repercussions which involve many a criminal element and his own tortured soul.
Full review on my blog here A Single Shot is by far one of the best books I've read in a very long time. At the same time, there are some well done scenes that did work nicely for a dark story like this one. Who can be trusted in this world? I was not required to write a positive review. But Moon made a poor decision that led to a split-second mistake that cannot be undone. Split into seven chapters corresponding to the seven days of the week, readers get an accurate idea of exactly how one man breaks down after making a split-second mistake and how no matter what he does, nothing helps him make up for it. Lowering his gun he hears movement behind him and as he turns the wounded deer attacks.
So I write these words in that knowledge. The depiction of small town rural mountain life which brings the environment to vivid life definitely a book in which I had strong visual imagery throughout as I read. A terrible dilemma is made worse when he stumbles upon her campground - and the piles of drugs and money concealed there. He shoots and kills a young girl when he mistakes her for a deer. Following the bloody trail, he comes upon a shocking scene: an illegal, deep woods campground filled with drugs, bundles of cash and the body of a dead young woman, killed by Moon's stray bullet. The violence of everyday life and the horror of man.
T A Single Shot is a powerful, backwoods story that clips along and allows the reader to ponder and ask the proverbial, 'What would I do in that situation? Trespassing on what was once his family's land, John Moon hears a rustle in the brush and fires. Moon is the creation of Matthew F. In searching her campsite, he finds a very large sum of money hidden among her things. Trespassing on what was once his family's land, John Moon hears a rustle in the brush and fires. John decides to hide the body in the quarry.
The ending is shocking, though perhaps not surprising. Jones deftly handles Moon's guilt, fear and his self-doubt, and sense of impending doom, while keeping the story fluid and in full colour. The thing about this novel is that nothing really good ever happens. But before he has a chance to decide, Moon finds himself on the run, pursued by those who think the money is theirs. Humanity itself- the whole great mass- is mutable.