I first read
True Grit back in 2009 when I initially learned that the Coen Brothers
had turned the novel into a script. Last
week I finally had the pleasure to reread it, and better yet, to read it aloud
to my wife. She sometimes suffers from
insomnia, and being read to forces her mind to stop yelling at her and let her
drift off to sleep instead. And I’ll
tell you, Charles Portis writes with such music in his phrases that the rhythm
of each sentence is a pure joy to read out loud. And yes, I read the entire novel with a bad
southern accent.
True Grit
is a true masterpiece; everything it does, it does to perfection. The characters are engaging and full of life. The humor is spot on. The relationships grow and change in subtle
and powerful ways. The writing is
gorgeous and insightful. The tone and
Mattie’s voice are consistent and gripping.
Mattie Ross, our fearless narrator, is one of the finest literary
creations ever. From her opening
paragraph, to her financial wrangling with Col. Stonehill over his debt to her
and her family, to her handling of Rooster Cogburn and her unflinching dealings
with LaBoeuf, to her facing down of Tom Chaney who had murdered her father—in
all these things, Mattie is breathtaking in the sheer amount of ass-kicking she
does.
Because I
love the novel so dearly, I am hesitant to look into the political and ethical
stances that lay at the foundation of the story. This story is American to its very core,
depicting a frontier life of self-reliance, revenge, and unexplored morality
plucked from the bible. Rooster Cogburn
is a lawman who certainly has his own moral code, but who is only too happy to
be judge and executioner as well. When
Mattie consults with the Fort Smith sheriff to find herself a Marshal to hunt
Chaney down, she asks for the “best,” to which the sheriff replies,
I would have to weigh that proposition . . . . The meanest one is Rooster Cogburn. He is a pitiless man, double-tough, and fear don’t enter into his thinking. . . . Now L.T. Quinn, he brings his prisoners in alive. He may let one get by now and then but he believes even the worst of men is entitled to a fair shake. . . . He will not plant evidence or abuse a prisoner. He is straight as a string. Yes, I will say Quinn is about the best they have.
Mattie of course responds, “Where can I find this Rooster.” For all of Mattie’s moralizing asides, she
does not want morality to enter into this quest for revenge. In case we doubted the sheriff’s
characterization, we get the courtroom transcript of Cogburn’s testimony in the
trial of Odus Wharton, in which it is clear that Rooster is not “straight as a
string.”
There is
great humor in Mattie’s choice and in Cogburn’s courtroom testimony, and Portis
makes it clear who these characters are and what they want. That Rooster rode with William Quantrill in
the Civil War and defended Quantrill against LaBoeuf only reinforces who we
know Rooster to be. And don’t even get
me tangling with Mattie’s outspoken devotion to the almighty dollar and
capitalism. So the question is this: is
Portis making a larger statement about morality and America? I don’t know.
It seems to be that it’s doing something
there, but what exactly that is isn’t clear to me. The story is first a foremost about this
stunning protagonist and her unlikely friendship with these two brutal
men. The story softens them all, and
Mattie’s restrained narrative voice only makes that softening that much more
powerful.
I am
planning on reading Portis’s other 4 novels as well as the published collection
of his short stories and other writings, so I expect who Portis is and what is
important to him will become clearer to me in time.
Whatever his
politics and intentions, he is one hell of a writer, and so far, that’s good
enough for me.