James LaFond's impressions of Death’s Black Riders by Robert E. Howard
Death’s Black Riders is a tiny fragment, an opening scene of
pure horror, as the dour Puritan swordsman—an Aryan avenger in Christian
disguise—stands before an onrushing image up from Hell, unwavering, not shaken
with superstitious dread but rather with the taste of the hunt for evil.
As an image which combines Tolkien’s Nazgul and Washington
Erving’s Headless Hessian Horseman, with Clint Eastwood’s Man with No Name, the
opening scene—for it is a completely realized scene crafted in under 350 words,
Kane is uncharacteristically depicted as a horseman.
The power of the scene begs for a full treatment, however,
Howard seems to have despaired of selling the resulting story. I am certain had
he completed it he would have unhorsed Kane as a self-purification rite before
facing not only the rider of the opening scene but those others inferred by the
title.
(c) 2018 James LaFond
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