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Stories from Wyoming
THERE is no better writer alive, who is as good as Cormac
McCarthy when it comes to singing (or more properly writing
about) the American West. With her new book, Close Range: Wyoming
Stories (Fourth Estate), E. Annie Proulx shows she can run the
master close, especially with stories like Brokeback mountain, a
novella that is the centre-piece of the book. This is not to say
that this book approaches her finest novel to date, The Shipping
News which won her both the Pulitzer and the National Book Award
(which I imagine must be as rare as J.M. Coetzee winning the
Booker twice) as well as the Irish Times International Prize when
it was published in 1993. Since then she has published another
novel, Accordion Crimes, and a collection of short stories,
"Heart Songs". Not bad going at all for a writer who published
her first novel, Postcards, at the age of 56.
Close Range ... shows that a genuinely great writer can turn
pretty much any sort of material to her advantage. The rugged
country of Wyoming is not quite the coast of Newfoundland that
Proulx has made her own, but it shares some of its
characteristics - wide open country, a hard and unforgiving land
that attracts loners, misfits and cranks, tough as old leather,
with a rugged individualism.
The author's two great strengths are her ability to crack open
the outer carapaces of these suspicious, unfriendly people to
reveal the vulnerable human being within, and a virtually
unparalleled ability to describe the scenic grandeur of places
like Wyoming without resorting to the sort of cliche and purple
prose beloved of travel brochures and advertisements of Marlboro
cigarettes. Both these qualities are seen to excellent effect in
"Brokeback Mountain", the best story by far in the book.
It tells the stories of two cowboys, Jack Twist and Ennis del
Mar, who first meet as young men on a job herding sheep on
Brokeback Mountain. It is a short term job and a very lonely one,
and in the course of the long cold nights and miserable days, as
they keep watch over the sheep to make sure they do not fall off
a cliff or disappear into the jaws of an opportunistic coyote,
Jack and Ennis grow close. Closer than usual it turns out, for
one day they have sex with each other, something which shocks
both of them, although it perhaps shocks Ennis more than Jack,
for he is engaged to be married and has always gone for the
opposite sex. Jack says the same thing, but once they have got
over the shock they go at it like there is no tomorrow unmindful
of coyotes, sleet and straying sheep. All through the season they
stay lovers and then split up, Ennis to get married and raise
children, and Jack to do the same, a few months down the line.
Four summers later, Jack gets back in touch with Ennis and it is
as if a volcano has erupted in both of them, especially in Ennis
who has hardly every felt the need to appraise a man sexually
after Brokeback Mountain. Jack arrives and the two cannot wait to
get to a motel. The connection resumed, neither wants to let it
go. It takes the inevitable toll - Ennis is divorced by his wife
and Jack gets his head stove in by a tire iron in the rough town
he lives in where homosexuals get the treatment. Proulx handles
the story exceedingly well, this bleak cameo of homosexual love
in the macho world of cowboys, horses and frontier derring do.
And as always the descriptive set pieces are exquisite: "Ennis
and Jack, the dogs, horses and mules, a thousand ewes and their
lambs flowed up the trail like dirty water through the timber and
out above the tree into the great flowery meadows and the
coursing, endless wind ... Dawn came glassy orange, stained from
below by a gelatinous band of pale green. The sooty bulk of the
mountain paled slowly until it was the same color as the smoke
from Ennis's breakfast fire.
The cold air sweetened, banded pebbles and crumbs of soil cast
sudden pencil-long shadows and the rearing lodgepole pines below
them massed in slabs of somber malachite". The other stories in
the book I liked were "The Half Skinned Steer", about a rodeo
rider and "The Mud Below", the story of an old man who has made
good, visiting a remote ranch to see his brother's widow. There
are stories with a twist in the tale and there is a one page
story "55 Miles to the Gas Pump" which is more macabre than most
full-length novels by Shlock horror writers.
Close Range is a worthy book from one of America's best writers,
and all those who know and love Proulx should not hesitate to
pick it up. If you have not read her yet, start with
The Shipping News.
DAVID DAVIDAR
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