Absence of Color by SK Wee
I’m not a big fan of cowboys. I’m not talking about football. I’m talking about giddy-up, wad of tobacco, saloon-fighting cowboys. And what’s up with the gunfight. Standing face to face in the middle of a dusty road, hand on your holster like Quick Draw McGraw. Only an ignoramus (or a Hanna-Barbera cartoon) would do such a thing. I never thought of cowboys to be intelligent, interesting or sexy until SK Wee introduced me to her world and the cowboys of Port Devdan.
John Wayne once said, “Young fella, if you’re looking for trouble I’ll accommodate ya” and so will SK Wee and the Absence of Color.
The world of Wee is harsh – filled with hate and hostility. The characters of Wee (most of them) are humane – filled with love and compassion. There is not only an ABSENCE OF COLOR in her world but also an absence of chivalry. From Bhaelor to Mandalay, from the Temple of Sar to the Academy, all roads lead back to Port Devdan. All roads lead to risk. All roads lead to revenge.
Picture, if you can, this herd of undercover do-gooders: the red-headed pretend prostitute, the tongue-less slave, the wannabe Dalai Lama, two fatherless teens, the visionary nun and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Now picture a world where corruption and cruelty rule and this pack of misfits attempting to oust the evil. Heck-to-the-yes! Sign me up!
The Buckaroo of the Black Rose is Lil Red or Rosaline depending on the day. The redhead often mistaken for a prostitute or the brunette often mistaken for the drunken wife of a councilman. In either role, she kicks ass as only a women in charge can.
I’m just going to say it. Jack Wagner. What’s the first thought you just had? Maybe…Frisco Jones from Port Charles? Well there ain’t no General Hospital in Port Devdan but you might find Wagner at the Crown Jewels brothel.
I picture Wagner as a sexy shirtless man wearing a cowboy hat in a commercial for Wrangler jeans. He’s a bowman playboy with a heart of gold. He’s got some baggage and plenty of regret but he’s hard to resist.
His partner, Captain Darby enjoys throwing daggers, talking to animals and black leather. He is a man of many secrets and few words.
“Darby was never one to say ten words when two would do.”
These two juggled their way into my heart (literally) when they rescued Twig and Frankie from Amir Mohana. Words cannot describe my hatred of this man. Let’s just say if I hang him, drown him, light him on fire and chop his head off slowly with a steak knife, it still wouldn’t do my hatred justice. Twig and Frankie are two teens coming of age under the protection and tutelage of Wagner and Darby. Both have suffered under Amir’s reign and both are curious about who fathered them. Twig’s suffering was unbearable. The steak knife might be too easy for the asshole. Maybe a butter knife instead.
Conny just wants to be a monk. Really, who doesn’t? A simple life loving all living creatures sound good to me but that isn’t exactly how it works in Wee’s world. Monks are perverted drug pushers with unstable magic. But not Conny, he’s the real deal. With the help of Sister Sophia and their combined magic, he may someday have his Zen.
The world of Wee has Wild West flavor. John Wayne meets Johnny Cash. A lot of turmoil. A lot of torture. There are no pussies in Wee’s world. No ruby slippers. No yellow brick roads. No time to take the Lion to Oz. Your courage cannot be in question.
“Courage is being scared to death – and saddling up anyway.” John Wayne
Absence of color is brilliantly vivid and magically written. The characters agony and hardships tug at your heart. The book begins with individual perspectives – the lone sheep in the meadow and ends with a flock, corralled together with precision and perfected by SK Wee’s artistry.
Slap some bacon on a biscuit and let’s go! Buy this book. Read this book. Just remember…if you climb in the saddle, be ready for the ride.
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