The Harder They Come by T.C. Boyle
Boyle’s generation-spanning tale explores America’s violent instincts

Any nightly news program will validate the timeliness of T. Coraghessan Boyle’s latest read, The Harder They Come. The novel—his 15th since his 1982 debut, Water Music—explores the inherent American nature of violence through three short-fuse leads: Sten Stenson, a retired high school principal and former vet; Adam Stenson, Sten’s 25-year-old son whose struggles with mental health cloud The Harder They Come’s narration; and Sara Jennings, a middle-aged, establishment-hating farrier who finds herself romantically linked to the youngest Stenson. As the book’s jacket confirms, the amped-up sum of this trio leads to the book’s grim finale—a hard fall indeed, brimming with automatic weapon fire, sex and a vivid interpretation of Mountain Man John Colter’s story. Like the best of his work, Boyle’s no-frills narration makes for a fascinating journey up to the final page.
Boyle’s journey into the Stensons’ American psyche starts in Puerto Limon, Costa Rica, where Sten and his wife, Carolee, are vacationing on a cruise ship. They’re not a far throw from Jonathan Franzen’s Lambert family in The Corrections—both are middle class, nit-picky retirees playing tug-of-war with their final years—but what sets Boyle’s Sten aside is his slow-burning fury, maintained and perfected by his decades of disciplinary roles. He was forged by years in the U.S. military—where he may or may not have shot a man in combat—then solidified as a community leader in a Northern California high school. But as pure-blood American as Sten is, we first meet him out of his element: on a cruise to Costa Rica, a lavish and unnecessary expense by Sten’s count. Yet it’s this reluctant vacationer who saves his tourist group during a nature walk, when they’re approached by knife- and gun-wielding robbers. Sten’s military instinct kicks into gear. Eighteen pages in, there’s blood on his hands. Sten kills a man.
Not much later, down-on-her-luck Sara meets Adam. Boyle is quick to draw the comparison—references to Johnny Cash and Hank Williams songs aplenty—but Sara’s life has turned to a particularly sad country song. After being pulled over, she refuses to comply with a police officer. She’s physically reprimanded, and her dog bites the cop. Within a few hours, shitkicker boot-wearing Sara has lost her car, her money, her dog. Then she spies a slim, dirty—still, pretty good looking—man. Adam.