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The Author Of 'Dalva' Revisits His Poetic Roots In 'The Shape Of The Journey.'
By Mona Mort
The Road Home, by Jim Harrison (Atlantic Monthly Press).
Cloth, $25.
The Shape of the Journey: New and Collected Poems,
by Jim Harrison (Copper Canyon Press). Cloth, $30.
OF THE LAND--this is the phrase that springs to mind to
describe Jim Harrison and his work, for the two are inseparable,
or at least seem to meld into the same scene. The view also contains
a stand of fir creeping down to the sandy shores of a large lake.
No one else is around, and no one else has been there for some
time. Weeks, maybe. Harrison stands at water's edge, watches clouds
moving in, hears the waves gently lapping to shore, sniffs the
bracing, resin-edged air. The setting is idyllic but the man in
it grimaces, the weight of the tragic side of human nature on
his shoulders.
This image must inform his writing and his life. For the reader
would not understand how he could write what he does without the
daily living of it. Harrison has lived close to the land since
graduating from Michigan State University (which also claims friend
and fellow writer Thomas McGuane) in 1960. He sampled academic
and urban life at Stony Brook, decided against it, and returned
within a few years to his native Michigan. Harrison now divides
his time between northern Michigan and southern Arizona. And this
living, above all, pervades the nine books of poetry, seven novels,
three novella trilogies, and a collection of non-fiction emanating
spanning a 30-year writing career.
Harrison's writing is the land, not only of Michigan and
Arizona, but also Montana (Legends of the Fall) and Nebraska
(Dalva and The Road Home) and other places he has
studied. There is no understanding his characters or plots without
listening to what he tells about the trees, the birds, the waters,
the struggles for existence by humans as well as other living
things.
To understand the fabric of Harrison's work, the best point of
departure is his poetry, which he calls "the language your
soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak."
Harrison began his writing career as a poet, and has always considered
himself first and foremost a poet.
The Shape of the Journey offers 463 pages of new and collected
poems, some resurrected from books now out of print. The work
is arranged chronologically, starting with selections from Plain
Song (1965), and continuing through a suite of new poems entitled
"Geo-Bestiary" (1998). The result is a stunning view
of how the poetry and the land have changed together.
The author's broad perspective follows stories through generations
and across oceans, and includes philosophy, history, and cultural
conflicts. Harrison's fiction is meaty in a way reminiscent of
Umberto Eco's The Name of the Rose: Suspense is tempered
by the contemplative and the reflective, and the slow rhythm of
the land. But the big questions--notably the European genocide
of Native Americans, and art versus reality--are also there.
In The Road Home (the sequel to 1988's Dalva),
generations are crossed, cultures are crossed, ideas are crossed.
And this, in the end, allows the reader to inhabit this fictional
landscape, to witness changes in a way of life, to glean intimate
truths that arise from living close to the land.
The Road Home continues the story of 45-year-old Dalva
and her Nebraska ranch family. Like Dalva, The Road
Home employs the form of detailed diary entries, in this instance
written from the perspectives of John Wesley Northridge II, Dalva's
half-Sioux grandfather (who reveals family secrets only hinted
at in Dalva), and Nelse, Dalva's illegitimate son, who
at age 30 seeks the mother from whom he was separated at birth.
Naomi, Dalva's stoic mother; Paul, the adventurer-brother of Dalva's
father; and finally Dalva herself, also make their way into this
literary documentation.
A family tree in the frontispiece, upon which the reader is teased
with a note that not all affairs are noted, enforces the aura
of a story which can only be told, not lived, because there are
several generations involved. The journal entries are written
more or less in the same voice, although the identity of the diarist
is clear from the details. Even though the diaries are first-person,
the reader gets the distinct impression that someone else is telling
the story. Perhaps the land itself has been able to see the inner
workings of all these characters. Perhaps it's poet Harrison who
enters and reports.
Harrison says his poetry is the portion of his life that means
the most to him. We could take this to mean that without it, he
could not give us the vision we get in The Road Home, and
the work which led to it. The Road Home comes to a cataclysmic
ending in which it's revealed that the road home can take many
different forms. Perhaps this knowledge is Harrison's reward for
having taken the time to live so close to the land, and the life
therein contained.
Jim Harrison signs copies of recent works from 1 to 3
p.m. Saturday, December 5, at The Book Mark, 5001 E. Speedway.
The Bookmark will donate a portion of proceeds from this event
to Native Seeds/SEARCH, an organization which Harrison has long
supported. For more information, call 881-6350.
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