Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Driving On the Rim in Livingston, Montana

 Courtesy of The New York Times

Berl Pickett, the self-deprecating memoirist in Tom McGuane’s Driving on the Rim, may well be the average, small town physician in Montana,
but I doubt it. McGuane presents Berl’s recollections the way a cowboy on horseback chases calves in a cutting horse competition, which happens to be the McLeod author’s avocation. He goes for the critter at hand and then returns for another, in no particular order. We never learn what Berl looks like, and true to literary form, we have no disparate image sprung on us later, leaving us content with our own. Despite Pickett’s awkwardness, he manages to punctuate life in his hometown of Livingston, Montana with three rocky romances. That is, if you don’t count his initiation to love by his own aunt in Idaho, much to his parents’ dismay.
Berl witnesses his patients’ relationships going bad, intervening as best he can, while trying to build one of his own. When his first girlfriend, Tessa, an opportunist who formerly shacked up with an art collector decades her senior, presents with a fatal, self-inflicted knife wound, Pickett does his professional best to save her. But he knows he never had a chance in either regard. For reasons unknown, other than small town vindictiveness, he is accused of negligence and blamed for Tessa’s death, which results in losing his license to practice.
While on a fishing trip to the remote Dean River in British Columbia, the events of 9-11 take place without Berl’s knowledge. When his plane doesn’t arrive, he waits for two days and then walks to the nearest town. When he learns what happened in New York, it fuels his feeling of disconnectedness. He drives back to Livingston in an Oldsmobile 98 that he finds on a lot in Vancouver and then uses the car to wander around for the rest of the story. He paints houses, all the while trying to assess how the bizarre events of his life, including the malpractice charge and the strange relationships with virtually everyone could have happened.
Along the way, Berl recounts his life story. He tells of caring for his parents, members of the World War II generation, his dad a veteran of the Huertgen Forest. His mother was a religious fanatic who ultimately had to be committed in her twilight years. His father didn’t wait for the rapture as his mother did but hoped, at least, to get out of the wind. Anyone who has been to Livingston knows this feeling.
The book has funny and poetic moments and even a macabre twist at the end that concerns Berl Pickett’s great, but doomed-from-the-start love, Jocelyn, and her villain sidekick. In the end, Pickett triumphs by attrition, and he learns as Dorothy in OZ did that the secret to life was with him all along, and that some things will remain unknowable until further notice.

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Friday, October 29, 2010

Salter Reynolds On Driving on the Rim

Susan Salter Reynolds has a unique take on Tom McGuane's Driving on the Rim in the LA Times. All of the reviews are stellar and the opening chapters are amazing. I can't wait to get my copy. I'll be at the LA event on Nov. 4. I finally met Tom two years ago in Missoula after doing a story for The Livingston Enterprise on he and his longtime friend and fellow author and screenwriter William "Gatz" Hjortsberg of Livingston, Montana. On stage, Tom reminds me of Mark Twain. He's that good.

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Thursday, April 16, 2009

McGuane on Hunting

Wall Street Journal Sports

An excellent essay as only Tom McGuane could live and write. I know how honored I was when he invited me to the ranch in McLeod, Montana. I pulled in one Sunday afternoon in the fall on my way to fish the West Boulder River, upstream of Michael Keaton, Tom M., Tom Brokaw and Walter Kirn. I drove through his open gate down into the ranch. His pack of dogs greeted me en masse. I parked and went up to the old log ranch house escorted by the dogs and knocked on the door.

The window to my right framed the bald head of a familiar music figure, and quite a good novelist in his own right. Tom came to the door and we exchanged pleasantries. His brother in law blew in from Alabama, he said. I glanced at the SUV with Bama plates in the driveway. We talked about our visit in Missoula two weeks prior at the book festival where he spoke and we met formally after I interviewed him for a story in the local paper where I worked.

What are you up to today?" he said.

Oh, fishing the river."

He looked wistful. "Bad timing today for that."

"It's okay," I said. "We'll get to it anytime."

I handed him 50 pages of my novel he'd asked about and let him get back to lunch and visiting with family. Jimmy Buffett.

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Saturday, September 13, 2008

Author details Livingston’s literary legacy



By Mark A. York, Enterprise Staff Writer


Enterprise photo by Angela Schneider

Author William “Gatz” Hjortsberg, of Livingston, speaks to members of the Park County Historical Society about Livingston writers in the 1960s and ’70s at the Park County Senior Center, Wednesday, Sept. 10. Hjortsberg, a biographer of author Richard Brautigan, is also a novelist.


“This area of Montana became known as the ‘Bloomsbury of the Rockies’ in those days,” local author and longtime Livingston resident William “Gatz” Hjortsberg said, Wednesday at a presentation before the Park County Historical Society. “We were making history, but of course we weren’t aware of it at the time.

“We were just guys without jobs.”

Hjortsberg, a novelist and biographer, was invited by the Historical Society to speak on the history of Livingston writers. The event was held at the Senior Citizens Center of Park County.

The term “Bloomsbury,” Hjortsberg said, referred to a section of London where famous writers Virginia Woolf, Lytton Strachey, David Garnett, Vita Sackville West and E.M. Forster lived during the period between the world wars.

Hjortsberg recalled how Paradise Valley and Livingston became an enclave of writers in the late 1960s and early ’70s. The group included Hjortsberg, Tom McGuane, Jim Harrison, Dan Gerber, Russell Chatham and Richard Brautigan, about whom Hjortsberg just completed a 1,600-page biography that took him 20 years to complete.

“The story centers around Tom McGuane,” he said. “We met in 1962 at a Yale Drama School play writing seminar. We both loved fly-fishing and wanted to write fiction.”

Gatz, as he is known, said he left a master’s program in screenwriting to travel and pursue writing novels, while McGuane remained to complete an master of fine arts. They later met up at Stanford University in Palo Alto, Calif., where they both held Stegner Fellowships.

“We couldn’t afford the housing on a small stipend, so Tom began to look up north for cheaper arrangements,” he said. “We wound up in Bolinas in Marin County. Since the seminar was only one night a week, commuting was no problem.”

It was during this time McGuane sold his first novel, “The Sporting Club,” while Gatz struggled. He couldn’t sell his novel.

“I was sick with envy. I was doomed. Stephen Crane was dead by this age,” he said to audience laughter. “So at 28, I gave up being a published writer and took a job as a stock boy at the Bolinas grocery store.”

Hjortsberg still dabbled at writing fiction for fun.

“Some people discover being a writer is who they are,” he said.

McGuane asked to see his project, which was in a rough draft editing stage, around 40 pages, Gatz said, and his only copy.

McGuane submitted the pages to his editor at Simon & Schuster. They offered Gatz a contract, and his first novel, “Alp,” based on a dead climber hanging from a rope on the Swiss mountain the Eiger — an idea they’d traded back and forth — sold.

“I didn’t even have an ending, or know where it was going,” Gatz said.

He delivered the finished manuscript, and the job as a stock boy was history.

It was the last real job he had.

Coming to ‘a new place’

“Tom picked Livingston off a map in 1968, as a good place for a headquarters,” Gatz said. “He and his wife, Becky, drove out and rented a house at Lewis and H Street. Friends followed from Michigan — Jim Harrison and Dan Gerber, heir to the baby food company, who drove race cars.”

Hjortsberg and his wife followed from Colorado, where they’d been living in a Volkswagen micro bus after McGuane, Harrison and Gerber had moved to a ranch in Pray the following summer.

“We all worked in the barn that summer in 1969,” Gatz said. “We wanted to make literature. Each line had to justify itself. We were just trying to get it right.”

When the owner, rancher Duane Neal, returned in the fall, the group had to find a different place to live. Gatz wound up in Chico Hot Springs. There, he worked on a novel that became “Gray Matters.” He and his wife wintered in Mexico that year.

“It was serialized in Playboy,” Gatz said.

The novel did well and allowed him to buy a house in Pine Creek.

“Tom McGuane had a knack for real estate,” Gatz continued, “and bought a small ranch house and 15 acres in Deep Creek area of the valley, with proceeds from the movie rights to ‘The Sporting Club,’ and wintered in Key West.”

“‘Ninety-two in the Shade’ is Tom McGuane’s best known novel,” he said. “They even allowed him to direct the movie.”

Subsequent projects, such as the 1975 McGuane-penned film “Rancho Deluxe,” drew other writers, directors and actors to the area, including Peter Fonda, who starred in the movie “92 in the Shade.”

The artist Russell Chatham arrived in 1972, Gatz said.

“Russell knew of us from the Bolinas days,” he said. “He’s quite a good writer in his own right, too.”

The Murray Hotel played host to all sorts of artistic types, Gatz said, including director Sam Peckinpaw and Warren Oates.

“The rooms were $11 a night,” Gatz said. “And you could fall into the bed from the shower, which was handy some nights.

“The ‘70s were a golden age.”

Tom McGuane

“It was a real happy time,” McGuane said Thursday in a phone interview from his McLeod ranch. “Montana was a gentle, open society. It was an Edenic kind of world. There was a wonderful freedom to sit and think and make things up.

“Nobody really wanted to get ahead financially, and we were comfortable living like bums. I never intended to stay, but the people were so nice, I wound up staying 40 years.

“The discovery of this place was electrifying, and showed up in our writing, landing in a place that was new.”

He said Hollywood was more open in 1975, too.

“I wrote ‘Rancho’ in 15 days, made the deal in my son’s bedroom at the house in Deep Creek, and the project was a go.”

He added, “Gatz was great. We all helped each other in those days. Harrison helped me get started.

“Gatz is a fabulist in everything he does,” a writer like Italo Calvino, McGuane said.

At the Senior Center Wednesday, original copies of the group’s books were arranged on the table. After his presentation, Gatz pondered the collection for a moment and said, “It’s hard to say if anyone of these authors will be known 100 years from now. Maybe one.

“Livingston is still a highly literary town.”

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Friday, March 14, 2008

On Wallace Stegner

“We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edge and look in. For it can be a means of reassuring ourselves of our sanity as creatures, a part of the geography of hope.”
Amen.

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