Robbers — A Novel (Special Edition)

Two drifters on the prowl in a stolen Caddy ragtop. A woman on the run from a killing she couldn’t help. And a tough but aging Texas Ranger with a nose for chasing down fugitives. Put them all on the road in a chase across Texas… then watch the mayhem unfold in a twisting tale full of surprises at every turn.

This is the award-winning novel readers say they can’t—and won’t—put down.

Note: This Special Edition of Robbers has an Author’s Preface written specifically for the e-book.

 

What they are saying about Robbers

Robbers remains one of my favorite first novels of the last decade. More, please, sir.”
      —Bill Ott, Booklist (Dec. 2008)

“If Elmore Leonard lived in Texas, his name would be Christopher Cook.”
     —Kinky Friedman, author of The Mile High Club

“Christopher Cook writes like an angel…I haven’t enjoyed a novel this much in years.”
     —James Crumley, author of The Last Good Kiss

“My kind of book.”
      —James Ellroy, author of L.A. Confidential

“From Elmore Leonard’s laconic flair with the dumb and dangerous to James Lee Burke’s lyric feel for dark hearts in a New South—Robbers ranges wild and wide, deep through the heart of Texas.”
     —Michael Malone, author of Time’s Witness

“Classic noir bones… with fearless originality, in a lyric voice that sings itself raw.”
     —The New York Times

“An adrenaline bomb of a crime novel… a rhythm that is strictly four on the floor.”
     —Los Angeles Times Book Review

“Cook’s plot tumbles from scene to scene with jarring brilliance.”
     —Publishers Weekly

“A full-tilt boogie of a tale… a book to stay up all night with.”
     —The Dallas Morning News

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—Christopher

San Antonio Express-News review

SAN ANTONIO EXPRESS-NEWS
June 23, 2002 

East Texas life more complex with deeper look

By John Hammond
Special to the Express-News

Christopher Cook’s collection of short stories explores the lives of ordinary people in the fictional East Texas town of Bethlehem. As the town name and story titles suggest, Cook’s themes concern his characters’ religious beliefs and habits, which are frequently unflattering.

Among his introductory quotes which set the tone are: Paul the Apostle, “We are fools for Christ’s sake”; and Blaise Pascal, “Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction.”

In one story, a successful car dealer wants to retire, so he invites his daughter, just returned from missionary work in Africa, to learn the business and eventually take it over. However, he is a little concerned that she is a member of the town’s “holy roller” congregation, who speak in tongues and behave to his mind in an unseemly way, rubbing elbows with blacks and the poor.

Problems begin when she starts to operate what in his words is a “dirty business,” the way she believes Jesus would run a car dealership: eliminating tricky sales gimmicks that escalate the price and also financing cars for people who normally couldn’t afford a new vehicle.

“Have you ever wondered why we sell cars at discount to people with money and demand maximum price from folks who slave for every penny they earn?” she asks her father, who sees in this philosophy a serious threat to the unwritten business and social rules of his town.

“Soldiers for the Lord” captures a 6-year-old girl’s perspective of her aunt and uncle at work at a gun and knife show. She watches as they interact with camouflage-clad men and boys purchasing weapons, cursing the intrusive government laws, and picking up bumper stickers that say things such as “Jesus Supports the NRA.”

Her aunt and uncle try to play match-maker for the girl’s widowed mother by arranging a relationship with a man at the show. Cook chillingly contrasts their stupidity with the girl’s awareness of the man’s suspicious behavior, realizing he may be the one who killed her father. All the while, his son (her possible future brother) teasingly thrusts a knife at her as she looks into his cold, flat eyes.

Cook’s writing can occasionally verge on stereotyping the rural bumpkin, but more often he depicts humane and generous people who find themselves surrounded by the injustices and cruelty one could find anywhere. We see this in “Star Man,” the name a waitress gave her mentally retarded son born on Christmas Day. An oil rig worker who meets them working in a diner one Christmas sees in the boy someone who will never understand the meaning of Christianity yet essentially embodies the innocent Christ child.

There are a few disappointments in this volume, especially when Cook takes aim at easy targets, but he proves himself a perceptive, reliable storyteller who knows how to express the depth and complexity of people’s lives.

 

—Christopher

“Cantus Trini Caeruli”

 

(a poem in process)

for Elizabeth Orlando

 

I.  BLUES MAN BLUES

The blues man,
he play bad.

So bad he make his momma cry
when the offer come in from Memphis
to play the Blue Moon Saloon
on Thursdays,
Fridays,
Saturdays.

But he go anyway.

That way a blues man be,
he say,

that way we be.

A blues man,
he gotta break his momma’s heart—

For practice.

 

II.  JEU DU JAZZ BLEU

C’est toujours la même chanson:
“C’était du beau jeu, mon petit jouet,
       joue-le encore une fois,
       si seulement pour moi.”

Mais je ne fatigue pas un poisson mort.
Une fois, c’est tout;
deux fois, ce que ça pue.

Je joue gros jeu, je dis,
si tu veux l’entendre deux fois,
achète un disque.

Oui, je suis dur.
Je dois être.
Regarde cette salle obscure,
vois la fumée;
pareil que Monmartre à minuit, c’est bleu.

Mais il n’y a pas de fumée sans feu.

Feu est dur, comme moi.
Feu ne brûle jamais le même deux fois.
Ce n’est pas un jeu quand je joue
parce que je suis brûlant, pas bleue comme toi.

Bon, l’entracte se termine,
il est temps de travailler,
le moment viendra de flamber.

Regarde,

Et quand je suis des cendres,
viens jouer de mon cor.
Mets le feu à quelqu’un,
juste une fois.

mais pas encore.

 

III.  BALADA ALZANDOSE EN AZUL

El hombre con la guitarra azul,
toca,
canta,
remonta el vuelo.

Las canciones se alzan arriba de la belleza.

Cerca del sol,
porque canta a la luz del sol;
cerca de la luna,
porque canta a la luz de ella.

El guitarrista con la guitarra azul
incluso canta a la luz de la sombra,

porque es ciego.

Tocando,
cantando,
remontando,

en veulo sin estorbo,
cercando todo,

desaperece.

 

—Christopher