I watched the film True Grit and loved it; I pledged to read the book (particularly after a friend raved about it). Although I was suspicious, never having read a Western before. I finally got around to True Grit last week. My question is, why hasn't everyone read the Charles Portis classic?
The voice, the voice, the voice. The best part of the book and the film is Mattie Ross's deadpan, blunt, blase, unintentionally hilarious retelling of her great adventure. I could listen to her tell a story all day long. All of the characters have distinct, authentic ways of speaking--Donna Tartt, in an afterword to the book, remarks that "No living Southern writer captures the spoken idioms of the South as artfully as Portis does." She also compares True Grit to Huck Finn, and I have to agree. Like the Twain classic, this is the adventure story of a plucky young American--and, as Jonathem Lethem blurbed, both "capture the naive elegance of the American voice."
I wouldn't be me if I didn't add that I seriously had a hankering for frontier grub while reading: some fried bread, bacon sandwiches, and (of course) grits.