Does it say more about me or about the book if I can remember the cover more than the cover?
Between the ages of 6 and 10, I spent serious time studying the covers of the books in my dad’s Louis L’Amour collection. This guy has a cool horse. This guy with the sledgehammer and no shirt and the start of a beard… I want to be him someday. And him. And him.
I wish I could see who the artists were. I’ve heard people say their image of manhood was formed by John Wayne movies. Mine was formed by Louis L’Amour paperback covers in the 1970s.
As super-prolific authors go, he wasn’t bad. Far above Edgar Rice Burroughs, for example, because L’Amour had more stock plots. There were about the same number of characters, but his oeuvre has more plots.
Like most super-prolifics, he had a formula. It involved a minor fight within the first few pages, a major crisis of some sort about a third of the way through, a building solution for the next third, and lots of shooting at the end. The hero is always a cowboy, but of a more sexually-moral character than those you’d find in Willy Nelson songs.
I wrote the list below before writing this little review. For each book, I’m almost sure I could sketch the cover. But I can’t remember much about the specific contents.
You can get most of them free online now.
If you like Bernard Cornwell, try L’Amour, and vice versa.
These are the ones I read, between ages seven and twelve:
A Man Called Noon
Bendigo Schafter
Comstock Lode
Down The Long Hills
Fair Blows the Wind
Flint
Hills of Homicide
Hondo
Jubal Sackett
Lando
Last of the Breed
Last of the Breed
Milo Talon
Mojave Crossing
Reilly’s Luck
Ride the River
Sackett
Sackett’s Land
Sitka
The Daybreakers
The First Fast Draw
The Lonely Men
The Quick and the Dead
The Sackett Brand
The Walking Drum
To the Far Blue Mountains
Treasure Mountain
West From Singapore
Yondering
War Party