Frontier Partisans is all about those pulp sensibilities.
My formative years saw me tearing off and consuming great chunks of pulpy goodness from Robert E. Howard (Conan, Solomon Kane, Francis X. Gordon), John Benteen (the Sundance & Fargo novels) Allan W. Eckert (The Frontiersmen) and Win Blevins (Give Your Heart to the Hawks) all at the same time. I was indiscriminate in assessing supposed quality. I read A.B. Guthrie’s The Big Sky and Vardis Fisher’s Mountain Man not for literary merit, but for the juice of buffalo hump and the whiff of black powder. At the same time, I recognized that some of those books were as beautifully crafted as anything I had been handed as “literature.”
To this day, I would rather read a cracking frontier yarn than anything the likes of Philip Roth ever wrote.
So, I take great satisfaction in seeing a key text underpinning one of the great novels of the 20th Century released by a small press that is devoted to the glory of pulp. Starlite Pulp is offering a reprint of Samuel Chamberlain’s weird and wild memoir of his time in the borderlands:
My Confession: Recollections of a Rogue is the memoir that inspired Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness in the West by Cormac McCarthy, one of the classic westerns of our time. Written by soldier and explorer Samuel Chamberlain, My Confession chronicles his experiences in the Mexican War of 1846-8, and introduces the reader to some of the source material and iconic characters found in McCarthy’s novel, such as Tobin, Webster, Glanton, and The Judge, as well as figures both renowned and infamous in American history. It includes commentary and essays by Daniel Pyne, Stephanie Reents and Manny Torres, with an Introduction and Afterword by Brian Townsley.
The book does not include Chamberlain’s watercolors — volumes that do are very expensive. But you can find most of those online these days, so that is no drawback. And I very much look forward to the essays.
Townsley, bless him, emphasizes that Starlite Pulp uses no AI and never will. He is one of a family of artists, and he has no time for the Great Plagiarism Machine. The outfit is clearly made up of the ardent-hearted, devotees of pulp and noir. Long may they ride.
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As I was composing this post, I ran across another bit of pulpy goodness — a forthcoming Western/Horror flick called The Wolf and the Lamb. It got my attention because Charles Vane Zach McGowan is in it.
McGowan’s Vane is the most Howardian character ever brought to the screen (much closer to the x-ring than Arnie’s Conan).
It’s appropriate to see McGowan crop up in a Weird Western — because REH pretty much invented the genre with the 1932 story The Horror From The Mound.
Dig the caper:
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Reader Padre scouted up a post from Peter Kelly of The Woodland Escape — a venture into the timbers of Fennario, where faith and superstition intersect:
Step back into the shadowy forests of early North America, where isolation, faith, and fear shaped everyday life. In this episode, we explore the deeply rooted superstitions that haunted settlers in both New France and the American colonies.
From covered mirrors trapping souls to clocks stopping at the moment of death, these beliefs weren’t just folklore—they were a way to make sense of a harsh and uncertain world.
Through vivid storytelling, Peter brings to life the eerie traditions and chilling warnings that guided colonial behavior and kept fear close to the hearth. Venture deeper into legends like the flying canoe, where voyageurs risked their souls for a fleeting return home, and the terrifying presence of the loup-garou lurking just beyond the firelight. These stories weren’t entertainment—they were survival tools in a world where the unknown pressed in from every direction.
This episode also lays the groundwork for future explorations into the Wendigo and the Salem witch trials, where superstition and fear would reach even darker heights. Stay close to the fire… you may not be as alone as you think.
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It is best to bear in mind that no creature of folklore — not even the fearsome Wendigo — can match the real evil that men do. Season 2 of the excellent MeatEater: Blood Trails podcast has launched. True crime in the hunting field…
The S2/E1 caper:
Mike Crites wanted to live alone in the Montana mountains. He built a cabin, managed his land for wildlife, and spent his days hunting elk and mule deer. But isolation didn’t mean peace. After years of escalating disputes with neighbors over access roads and property lines, Mike vanished in September 2011. What investigators eventually found was far worse than a missing person case—it was a dismemberment, with remains scattered across both sides of a mountain pass. Two neighbors emerged as key figures. One had a long history of conflict with Mike. The other showed up the day before he disappeared—and later changed his story. More than a decade later, the case finally made it to trial. But even now, the most critical questions remain unanswered.








Matthew says
The difference between “pulp” and “literary” is often very little. REH often had very beautiful writing maybe not all the time but often. Hemingway could tell a riveting stories not all the time but often.
The Literary Establishment particularly in America is often real off based. There is an unrealistic emphasis on “realism.” What’s real is a deep philosophical question, but they don’t deal with that. Probably had something to with major critics, like Howells and Wilson, were out and out Communists, a very dry philosophy. (And one that killed millions.) Cliques and group think are higher among intellectuals than other groups.
deuce says
Well said. American literature–of all kinds–would be in a much better state without the legacies of Howells and Wilson.
A question I’ve put to many people over the years is this: Name me some of the great Communist writers, composers and artists who created their greatest works while WITHIN their Workers’ Paradises.
Almost all will name creatives who grew up BEFORE the Revolution. When asked about second- or third-generation artists, other than anti-Communists like Solzhenitsyn, they draw a blank. There is no real adventure inherent in Communism and it is blind to major facets of human nature.
Quixotic Mainer says
So in what is so many coincidences that I half expect an ambush, I just watched an amazing indie 1830’s western also titled; Blood Trail. It’s a frontier buff and martial artist’s dream, done by consummate swordsmen and horsemen; in what I would call a Witcher sidequest set in Texas just post revolution. I think most of the crowd here would love it just as much as I did!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-5sHB6MzFs
Wolf and Lamb and the blood trail podcast both pique my fancy though. I’ll start down those paths when I extricate myself from beneath a heap of clerical nonsense work has foisted onto me.
JimC says
Thank you! This sounds fun.
John M. says
It sounds like you’re recommending Blood Trails? I’ve kind of been resisting the marketing I get on the other Meat Eater podcast I listen to (Bear Grease), but if you recommend it, I’ll give it a spin.
JimC says
They’re very well done. Jordan Sillars is a very capable journalist.
Aaron Yetter says
Some Weird West movies to consider. Some are hard to find
Grim’s Prairie Tales
White Buffalo
The Burrowers
Sweetwater with Ed Harris
Into the Badlands Bruce Dern at his best
Cowboys vs Aliens
Bone Tomahawk
Pale Rider
High Plains Drifter
Ravenous
Seraphim Falls
Diablo with Scott Eastwood
JimC says
Thank you for this.
Brian H. says
A couple of years back I picked up a copy of Chamberlains “U.S. Dragoon” which, near as I can tell, is a poor man’s way to aquire part of what is in the Confession. Stephanie Reents wrote “I Meant To Kill Ye” which is a great study of the over-all vibe that seems to infect some Blood Meridian readers.
JimC says
I’m going to have to pick up Reents’ treatise. Looks interesting. Thx.
Hammer says
To this day, “Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness in the West” is unlike anything else I’ve ever read, and I’ve read it cover to cover numerous times, every time discovering new subtleties in it that I somehow missed before. It feels trite to describe it as a “remarkable accomplishment” but that’s exactly what it is, although even that is an understatement. It feels like a wraith that used McCarthy as its conduit to give birth to a unique, and terrible, and beautiful offspring. And it will always retain a singular place on my shelf.
JimC says
Well stated. It’s like nothing else.