Onyx reviews: The Man
Who Fought Alone by Stephen R. Donaldson
Stephen R. Donaldson has a reputation for creating some of the orneriest,
most frustrating protagonists in modern fiction. The epitome of this is the
antihero of his fantasy series The Chronicles of Thomas
Covenant,
who stubbornly and consistently bypassed situations where a word on his part
would have improved a situation dramatically.
Mick Axbrewder, the protagonist of Donaldson's mystery series—the first three
books appeared under the pseudonym Reed Stephens—is only slightly less
frustrating than Covenant. The cross Axbrewder (Brew to his friends) bears is
the fact that years ago, while drunk, he accidentally shot and killed his
younger brother, an on-duty cop. Negligent homicide, they called it, costing him
his private investigator's license.
Brew and his partner, Ginny Fistoulari, have decamped from Puerta del Sol to the
relentlessly hot city of Carner, probably in New Mexico. Brew recently killed
one of El Senor's thugs with his bare hands after the crime lord's hired gun
shot Brew in the stomach. El Senor, needless to say, was not amused, which is
why the partners have moved.
Things aren't going smoothly between Ginny and Brew. Former lovers, their
relationship deteriorated after the El Senor fiasco, during which Ginny lost a
hand. In their new surroundings, they are barely civil to each other. Ginny
finds a new job, leaving the recovering Brew to fend for himself.
Brew's dark anger infuses everything. As he drives through Carner, a city in
which he seems to be perpetually lost, he describes his surroundings. "That
section of Carner was so comfortless and artificial, so full of buildings
pretending they weren't identical to each other, that it should've ceased to
exist as soon as the sun went down." His attitude taints everything he
observes. If it were lighter in tone, it might be considered banter. Instead,
it's the reflection of his perpetually foul mood.
Mick is hired as supplemental security for a major martial arts competition. One
of the centerpiece displays at the event is a set of "chops," antique
Chinese artifacts that may or may not be genuine. Mick can't just do his job—he noses around, earning the ill will of virtually everyone he encounters. He's
abrasive. He kicks sand in people's faces to see how they react.
This doesn't make him the ideal person to handle the delicate balance that is
the International Association of Martial Artists. Composed of Chinese, Japanese
and Korean factions, the IAMA is a powder keg of inscrutable ethnic distrust.
Once his simple security job turns into a murder investigation, Brew becomes a
loose cannon, an equal opportunity offender.
Brew does manage to find someone who likes him, the beautiful and aggressive
Deborah Messinger. He's so captivated by her he can barely think straight in her
presence. He also has the annoying tendency of having unmotivated prophecies of
doom that are invariably validated.
If readers can get past the brooding protagonist, Donaldson tells an interesting
but flawed story. The plot occasionally gets lost in mini-lectures about
esoteric details of martial arts. Donaldson also doesn't hide the identity of
the murderer very well, although Brew professes surprise when he works it out.
For all this, it's hard to fault such a visceral depiction of a character
struggling to regain some modicum of self-esteem. Brew gets under the reader's
skin—it takes skill for an author to pull that off—and the beatings Brew
receives from others are only light dustings compared to the way he beats
himself up.
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