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True North: A Memoir
Conway's The Road from Coorain presents a vivid memoir of coming of age in Australia. In 1960, however, she had reached the limits of that provincial--and irredeemably sexist--society and set off for America. True North--the testament of an extraordinary woman living in an extraordinary time--te lls the profound story of the challenges that confronted Conway, as she sought to establish her public self.
250 pages, Paperback
First published August 9, 1994
About the author
Jill Ker Conway
18 books73 followersJill Ker Conway was an Australian-American author. Well known for her autobiographies, in particular her first memoir, The Road from Coorain. She was also Smith College's first female president, from 1975 to 1985, and served as a visiting professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. In 2004 she was designated a Women's History Month Honoree by the National Women's History Project.
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September 28, 2019
This is the first book I have read by Jim Harrison. I am torn on my rating. I would like to give it 4* but I feel it slogged a bit at times so I'm going to go with 3.5*. There is a lot of depth to this story and the characters. Even though I feel Harrison is a very "male" writer the female characters are very strong. This story is very disturbing but very good.
A few lines I liked:
"...we looked at each other and I saw the sight disappear from her eyes. She didn't so much die as withdraw...."
"Fred said that it was obvious that the project was my only personal problem and it might be immediately helpful if I drove up to Duluth and shot my father in the head. This threw me off balance because I had considered murdering my father a number of times...."
"Very few people bothered understanding each other, even brothers and sisters, husbands and wives.."
"According to Clarence, because of their short lives, dogs were due a birthday every two months or so."
A few lines I liked:
"...we looked at each other and I saw the sight disappear from her eyes. She didn't so much die as withdraw...."
"Fred said that it was obvious that the project was my only personal problem and it might be immediately helpful if I drove up to Duluth and shot my father in the head. This threw me off balance because I had considered murdering my father a number of times...."
"Very few people bothered understanding each other, even brothers and sisters, husbands and wives.."
"According to Clarence, because of their short lives, dogs were due a birthday every two months or so."
May 3, 2011
I read this at the perfect time which is to say after having read several volumes of his novellas, it was helpful to have a meaningful understanding of the themes that seem to concern Mr. harrison. Harrison strikes me as a special writer in terms of a particular kindness to his readers. He always intends delivers the goods to his readers in the form of a dynamic narrative. His stories are variously entertaining, his characters I certainly find endearing. Supporting his narrative is a lot of hard earned insight regarding what it is to be a human being. He takes on larger cultural concerns with equal passion. True North is one of my personal favorites by Harrison it stands alone and is worth the time to be read well. I must admit, for some reason, I am glad I read Farmers Daughter, The Woman Lit By Fireflies, The Summer He Didn't Die, Legends Of The Fall before I read this novel. The reasons I feel that way would be better discussed over coffee perhaps.
September 25, 2020
Protagonist David Burkett is descended from a line of wealthy timber barons in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. He is part of a dysfunctional family. His alcoholic father takes advantage of underage girls. David wishes his he and his father could have an ordinary relationship but is appalled at his debauchery. David feels a sense of guilt for his ancestors’ role in the destruction of natural resources and their corrupt actions against the local people. He is obsessed with making amends but is uncertain how to go about it. He turns to writing. He gets involved with a number of women but has trouble forming lasting bonds. We follow David’s life as he searches for direction.
I have mixed feeling about this book. I appreciated the writing, especially the sense of place and descriptions of the natural world. I particularly liked the dog, a wonderful character – probably the most likeable of the bunch. The flow is choppy, and the ending did not work for me. This is my first book by this author, and I liked it enough to read more of Harrison’s work.
3.5
I have mixed feeling about this book. I appreciated the writing, especially the sense of place and descriptions of the natural world. I particularly liked the dog, a wonderful character – probably the most likeable of the bunch. The flow is choppy, and the ending did not work for me. This is my first book by this author, and I liked it enough to read more of Harrison’s work.
3.5
May 9, 2012
I’ve done it again, I think. I’ve probably missed out and misjudged. Jim Harrison seems to be an author of some note and some longevity. His books have been responsible for a couple of movies, one of which (Legends of the Fall) I’ve heard of, though not seen. However, I’d never heard of either True North, nor of Jim Harrison till my neighbor dropped the novel on my porch. What’s more, judging by this book, I’m not inclined to explore the his work further.
We join our protagonist, David Burkett (“...fourth in a line of David Burketts beginning in the 1860s when my great-grandfather emigrated from Cornwall, England, to the upper Peninsula of Michigan which forms the southern border of Lake Superior, that vast inland sea of freshwater .”), or rather he joins himself, at age 18 to begin telling us the story of his years from then till “now” at approximately age thirty-five. After a rather baffling, and to my mind unnecessary, prologue, we wend our way through Burkett’s life in the 1960s, 70s, and 80s. That life is filled with enormous angst and guilt over his timber-baron ancestors’ exploitation and desecration of the north woods, its natives, and its working folk. That exploitation has left him with means to live independently, and he can’t stand it.
He embarks on a project to write a grand expose of and apology for his family’s misdeeds. It’s obvious the grand design will never come to pass. Burkett is so mentally and emotionally unstable, wanders so aimlessly through life and loves, that anything he accomplishes will be purely by accident. He somehow becomes intensely involved with five females, one of whom is a dog (how pathetic is that?), and casually involved with a number of others. What the women (except the dog) find attractive about him is hard to fathom. Maybe he stimulates the maternal instinct or something. Whatever the case, I found little or nothing to admire about this sad sack except his moral idealism, which is whiny, flaccid, badly in need of viagra.
The narrative of True North wanders as much as the thoughts, emotions, and actions of its narrator, so I never got truly caught up in the tale. There was a great deal of polemic (always a bad sign), even more tell-not-show, and enough incomprehensible two-bit philosophy to drown a duck:
I thought that the natural world wasn’t meant to be soothing which was only an abstraction. People were nature too and it was schizophrenic to try to separate them from what we ordinarily though of as nature. When you allowed your view of the world to vastly expand the questions expanded with it.
and so on.
Nevertheless, the guy’s been a long-time commercial and literary success, so I’m sure I’m missing something. That happens a lot.
We join our protagonist, David Burkett (“...fourth in a line of David Burketts beginning in the 1860s when my great-grandfather emigrated from Cornwall, England, to the upper Peninsula of Michigan which forms the southern border of Lake Superior, that vast inland sea of freshwater .”), or rather he joins himself, at age 18 to begin telling us the story of his years from then till “now” at approximately age thirty-five. After a rather baffling, and to my mind unnecessary, prologue, we wend our way through Burkett’s life in the 1960s, 70s, and 80s. That life is filled with enormous angst and guilt over his timber-baron ancestors’ exploitation and desecration of the north woods, its natives, and its working folk. That exploitation has left him with means to live independently, and he can’t stand it.
He embarks on a project to write a grand expose of and apology for his family’s misdeeds. It’s obvious the grand design will never come to pass. Burkett is so mentally and emotionally unstable, wanders so aimlessly through life and loves, that anything he accomplishes will be purely by accident. He somehow becomes intensely involved with five females, one of whom is a dog (how pathetic is that?), and casually involved with a number of others. What the women (except the dog) find attractive about him is hard to fathom. Maybe he stimulates the maternal instinct or something. Whatever the case, I found little or nothing to admire about this sad sack except his moral idealism, which is whiny, flaccid, badly in need of viagra.
The narrative of True North wanders as much as the thoughts, emotions, and actions of its narrator, so I never got truly caught up in the tale. There was a great deal of polemic (always a bad sign), even more tell-not-show, and enough incomprehensible two-bit philosophy to drown a duck:
I thought that the natural world wasn’t meant to be soothing which was only an abstraction. People were nature too and it was schizophrenic to try to separate them from what we ordinarily though of as nature. When you allowed your view of the world to vastly expand the questions expanded with it.
and so on.
Nevertheless, the guy’s been a long-time commercial and literary success, so I’m sure I’m missing something. That happens a lot.
March 28, 2021
I gave this book 4 stars because I really like memoirs and loved The Road from Coorain, Conway's earlier memoir of her childhood. A more objective reviewer could very justifiably give this memoir, which covers the time from graduate school through her acceptance of the Presidency of Smith College at age 40, 3 stars. As many of the Goodreads reviews have noted, this book bogs down at times, going into excessive detail on small points and occasionally slipping into a detached academic tone.
But even if Conway's writing style is not as consistently engaging as it was in The Road From Coorain, it really doesn't matter. The incredible life she led during those years, the fascinating people she met, the insights she gained, the cultural obstacles/sexism she overcame, and the contributions she made to enhancing the equality of women, transcend any minor concerns about her narrative technique. To read this book is to time-travel from the 1950s to the 1970s and, for those who aren’t women or didn't live through those years, to have a fully opened window into the challenges of being an intelligent, accomplished and ambitious woman in a world not prepared for or interested in such strange animals.
True North also provides fascinating insights into academia; the similarities and differences among Australian, Canadian, British and American culture; and the city of Toronto. While the most important story Conway has to tell is the struggle for female identity and acceptance, she is at her best and most engaging when talking about her personal rather than professional experiences, for example her nights of drinking and sharing ideas with her graduate school housemates or her struggle to cope with not being able to have children. That's when she really comes alive to me.
The most poignant part of the book is when she describes trying to come to terms with her husband's bipolar condition -- a condition that was barely understood at the time. "Slowly, before my eyes, the light within him faded, flickered frantically, and then was extinguished completely. This blackness was different from any moods I knew -- sudden moments of despair, depleted energy, lost confidence, anxiety. Though I racked my brains to decipher some psychodynamic origin for John's sudden swings into profound depression, they were totally unpredictable, products of a central nervous system disorder beyond anyone's control. One could, with experience, see the warning signs, sudden irascibility, flashes of suspicion, wild surges of enthusiasm, until suddenly there was a full blown manic episode -- a rage or panic of monumental proportions -- a prelude to a depression so bleak and impenetrable that no ordinary bodily cycles seemed to operate. . . .I'd thought myself a mature adult before. Now I learned firsthand the hard lesson of the middle years of life. I was bright. I had boundless energy. I was an excellent manager of time, resources, people. But I was powerless to avert suffering from the person who was the center of my personal universe."
But even if Conway's writing style is not as consistently engaging as it was in The Road From Coorain, it really doesn't matter. The incredible life she led during those years, the fascinating people she met, the insights she gained, the cultural obstacles/sexism she overcame, and the contributions she made to enhancing the equality of women, transcend any minor concerns about her narrative technique. To read this book is to time-travel from the 1950s to the 1970s and, for those who aren’t women or didn't live through those years, to have a fully opened window into the challenges of being an intelligent, accomplished and ambitious woman in a world not prepared for or interested in such strange animals.
True North also provides fascinating insights into academia; the similarities and differences among Australian, Canadian, British and American culture; and the city of Toronto. While the most important story Conway has to tell is the struggle for female identity and acceptance, she is at her best and most engaging when talking about her personal rather than professional experiences, for example her nights of drinking and sharing ideas with her graduate school housemates or her struggle to cope with not being able to have children. That's when she really comes alive to me.
The most poignant part of the book is when she describes trying to come to terms with her husband's bipolar condition -- a condition that was barely understood at the time. "Slowly, before my eyes, the light within him faded, flickered frantically, and then was extinguished completely. This blackness was different from any moods I knew -- sudden moments of despair, depleted energy, lost confidence, anxiety. Though I racked my brains to decipher some psychodynamic origin for John's sudden swings into profound depression, they were totally unpredictable, products of a central nervous system disorder beyond anyone's control. One could, with experience, see the warning signs, sudden irascibility, flashes of suspicion, wild surges of enthusiasm, until suddenly there was a full blown manic episode -- a rage or panic of monumental proportions -- a prelude to a depression so bleak and impenetrable that no ordinary bodily cycles seemed to operate. . . .I'd thought myself a mature adult before. Now I learned firsthand the hard lesson of the middle years of life. I was bright. I had boundless energy. I was an excellent manager of time, resources, people. But I was powerless to avert suffering from the person who was the center of my personal universe."
March 1, 2020
This was a book challenge read and I didn't care for this one...at all. I liked this author's Legends of the Fall. He has a strong voice that shines in his characters. Usually I can give 2 stars to books that don't appeal to me, but this one had too many negatives for me so I couldn't edge it up to that mark.
The best thing was the light shining on his characters. But the "everything else" grated on me a bit.
It was singular in focus.....it was all about one thing. There also seemed to be a fair amount of male fantasy here. I mean, do all the male characters get sex thrust upon them so easily? Do all the women need to take it off so readily for everyone? It was an overused characteristic for the majority here. Male Fantasy just makes me roll my eyes. So 1 star.
The best thing was the light shining on his characters. But the "everything else" grated on me a bit.
It was singular in focus.....it was all about one thing. There also seemed to be a fair amount of male fantasy here. I mean, do all the male characters get sex thrust upon them so easily? Do all the women need to take it off so readily for everyone? It was an overused characteristic for the majority here. Male Fantasy just makes me roll my eyes. So 1 star.
January 18, 2024
The interminably dull rambling of a self-obsessed, rich, apathetic bore who studies literature, but doesn’t care to read any books written by women. The text consists mainly of the relation of a series of sexually traumatic incidents either committed or observed by the protagonist. This is interspaced with him self-pityingly relaying his minor gripes about life. He shows no emotional response to anything other than his own personal misery, I assume due in part to the fact that he doesn’t seem to be entirely aware that women are human beings.
This is a repetitive trudge through three decades of a dull and selfish life which remains fundamentally unexamined despite the narrator’s tendency toward navel-gazing self obsession; unfortunately he is just too shallow to have any profound insights, despite his straining for meaning.
What we are left with is a collection of banalities about capitalism and the violence and rapacity of the American dream. This is very much treading old ground, with nothing new to bring to the conversation. Instead the book is passed out by the protagonist reminiscing about some walks he had taken throughout his life, detailing the cooking of various horrible meals he has eaten or discarded in favour of take-away, relating his dull dreams and humble-bragging about how his family is the embodiment of American capitalist destruction, which is important because it’s actually quite upsetting for him.
I even began to wonder for a while if it was an attempt at satire, referencing all those ‘state of the American male’ novels about a hard-drinking, quasi-intellectual misogynist who fucks every woman he sees and suffers from some sort of non-specific but much discussed existentialist malaise. After all, the main character actually compares himself to Holden Caulfield at one point. Surely that must be a joke? And then there’s his propensity to wax lyrical at us, the reader, about how much effort the is putting into not being too self-obsessed 😐 Plus he spends the entire book reading the type of novels True North appears to be attempting to emulate, and having his efforts to meet these standards with his own writing judged to be insufficient. But if parody was the intention then True North fell short, only achieving at best the level of a weak facsimile of other already flawed works.
Also, my god, please stop talking about your cock. No one cares.
The most sympathetic character is Carla the dog, who regularly falls asleep through boredom when burdened with the narrator’s company.
This is a repetitive trudge through three decades of a dull and selfish life which remains fundamentally unexamined despite the narrator’s tendency toward navel-gazing self obsession; unfortunately he is just too shallow to have any profound insights, despite his straining for meaning.
What we are left with is a collection of banalities about capitalism and the violence and rapacity of the American dream. This is very much treading old ground, with nothing new to bring to the conversation. Instead the book is passed out by the protagonist reminiscing about some walks he had taken throughout his life, detailing the cooking of various horrible meals he has eaten or discarded in favour of take-away, relating his dull dreams and humble-bragging about how his family is the embodiment of American capitalist destruction, which is important because it’s actually quite upsetting for him.
I even began to wonder for a while if it was an attempt at satire, referencing all those ‘state of the American male’ novels about a hard-drinking, quasi-intellectual misogynist who fucks every woman he sees and suffers from some sort of non-specific but much discussed existentialist malaise. After all, the main character actually compares himself to Holden Caulfield at one point. Surely that must be a joke? And then there’s his propensity to wax lyrical at us, the reader, about how much effort the is putting into not being too self-obsessed 😐 Plus he spends the entire book reading the type of novels True North appears to be attempting to emulate, and having his efforts to meet these standards with his own writing judged to be insufficient. But if parody was the intention then True North fell short, only achieving at best the level of a weak facsimile of other already flawed works.
Also, my god, please stop talking about your cock. No one cares.
The most sympathetic character is Carla the dog, who regularly falls asleep through boredom when burdened with the narrator’s company.
October 1, 2012
So good! I find myself very drawn to Harrison's writing and storytelling. This is different from the three novellas in Legends of the Fall. With those there was a beautiful remote distance in the telling, while this first-person narration feels more intimate.
Here, young David Burkett IV, coming from a family with great wealth on both sides, takes it as his life's mission to understand and fully examine how his forbears, land barons who logged and mined in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, exploited and decimated hundreds of thousands of acres of pristine land. Some of this is research done in historical societies across the region, but that happens more "offstage" while the bulk of what he calls his "project" involves walking the land and seeing the results of all those years of logging.
Parallel to this is his coming to terms with his father, a member of the idle class who seems to spend the family money, travel with his Yale cronies, and hang out at "the Club" with other offspring of the "Robber Baron" generation. He's a full-blown alcoholic who has the same privileged sense of entitlement as the earlier Burketts, but with a more personal, sinister twist. It could be said the elder Burketts raped the land while the father simply rapes. At one point David calls the men in his lineage "alpha predators" and the description in apt on several levels. His father's wealth and family name allow him to walk away from several legal binds (what he refers to as "foibles), but this being a Jim Harrison story, some form of restitution is sure to eventually follow.
Harrison is a very "male" writer, and if I had a dollar for every time his main character mentions his dick or his erection, I could buy three more Harrison hardcover books, at least. But it's his narrator's relationships with the female characters that resonate for me. His sister Cynthia is a strong-willed, take-no-bull girl who clocks her father with a garden rake (you'll learn why later in the book) and effectively cuts her father from her life. Other women: Laurie, his sister's friend and someone he's with to the end; Vernice, a poet he hopes to keep, and who he shares his project with; Vera, the young daughter of Jesse, his father's WWII buddy and all-around assistant; Riva, his uncle's no-nonsense sometime girlfriend; and his mother, a woozy pillhead at the start of the story who finds her true sense of motherhood late, but not too late. David loves them all and carries his love throughout the book. There is also a wonderful image, a "great mother" of a tree stump among acres of tree stumps, that the author and his narrator return to in the book. I loved this very powerful and very female image; it seems to become a kind of touchstone for David.
My only quibble, and it's minor, is that sometimes the chronology gets confusing. Harrison sometimes zigs and zags in time, and it's not always clear when we're still in a flashback or when we've emerged into the present. I few times I had to page back to orient myself. But his beautiful language, never false or over-written, wins me over again and again.
Here, young David Burkett IV, coming from a family with great wealth on both sides, takes it as his life's mission to understand and fully examine how his forbears, land barons who logged and mined in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, exploited and decimated hundreds of thousands of acres of pristine land. Some of this is research done in historical societies across the region, but that happens more "offstage" while the bulk of what he calls his "project" involves walking the land and seeing the results of all those years of logging.
Parallel to this is his coming to terms with his father, a member of the idle class who seems to spend the family money, travel with his Yale cronies, and hang out at "the Club" with other offspring of the "Robber Baron" generation. He's a full-blown alcoholic who has the same privileged sense of entitlement as the earlier Burketts, but with a more personal, sinister twist. It could be said the elder Burketts raped the land while the father simply rapes. At one point David calls the men in his lineage "alpha predators" and the description in apt on several levels. His father's wealth and family name allow him to walk away from several legal binds (what he refers to as "foibles), but this being a Jim Harrison story, some form of restitution is sure to eventually follow.
Harrison is a very "male" writer, and if I had a dollar for every time his main character mentions his dick or his erection, I could buy three more Harrison hardcover books, at least. But it's his narrator's relationships with the female characters that resonate for me. His sister Cynthia is a strong-willed, take-no-bull girl who clocks her father with a garden rake (you'll learn why later in the book) and effectively cuts her father from her life. Other women: Laurie, his sister's friend and someone he's with to the end; Vernice, a poet he hopes to keep, and who he shares his project with; Vera, the young daughter of Jesse, his father's WWII buddy and all-around assistant; Riva, his uncle's no-nonsense sometime girlfriend; and his mother, a woozy pillhead at the start of the story who finds her true sense of motherhood late, but not too late. David loves them all and carries his love throughout the book. There is also a wonderful image, a "great mother" of a tree stump among acres of tree stumps, that the author and his narrator return to in the book. I loved this very powerful and very female image; it seems to become a kind of touchstone for David.
My only quibble, and it's minor, is that sometimes the chronology gets confusing. Harrison sometimes zigs and zags in time, and it's not always clear when we're still in a flashback or when we've emerged into the present. I few times I had to page back to orient myself. But his beautiful language, never false or over-written, wins me over again and again.
July 30, 2012
A disturbing yet satisfying read. As with all Harrison fiction (this is my sixth), you are immersed in the painful moral struggles of his protagonist, in this case the life long journey of David to come to terms with the evils of his ancestors and father. They made their money clearcutting vast areas of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, and his father became an alcoholic and sexual predator. David has a good heart, but finds no clear pathway to make amends or forge a healthy family of his own. Instead he endeavors for many years to explore the geography and people of the region and write what he learns of the history and consequences of his family's damage. The pleasure comes from Harrison's language and imagery as a poet, which is used to create a keen sense of place, the rhythms of the seasons spanning his childhood to middle age, his handful of failed attempts to find love and transformation through sex, and well developed set of characters that sustain or impede his progression. He does a good job of capturing the darkness in light and lightness in darkness, and his saga seems a fair allegory for how we must try to amend our damage to the natural world in order to recover the ability to find it a touchstone for human life.
February 1, 2024
My favorite book, although I always buy it with The Road from Coorain, Jill Ker Conway's first memoir. I have given them to at least five friends, and probably more.
Until I devote some time to write the review it deserves, here are three blurbs from the cover of my edition:
"A thinking woman's memoir . . . it resounds with ideas about nature, culture, and education . . . True North shines with the lasting luster of hard marble."
"Written with grace and style by a woman of great intelligence . . . Readers, male and female, will feel that they have found a friend."
"This memoir will provoke nostalgia, grief, and joy and will be treasured."
Until I devote some time to write the review it deserves, here are three blurbs from the cover of my edition:
"A thinking woman's memoir . . . it resounds with ideas about nature, culture, and education . . . True North shines with the lasting luster of hard marble."
"Written with grace and style by a woman of great intelligence . . . Readers, male and female, will feel that they have found a friend."
"This memoir will provoke nostalgia, grief, and joy and will be treasured."
January 7, 2010
Writing is about making choices. We choose what to write about, from whose perspective to tell a story, and what we want our audience to take away from the narrative. In looking at, True North, let's examine the choices Harrison made. He chose this novel to be in the first person. The events are narrated by, David Burkett, the wealthy son from a family that logged and mined the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for three generations. Why use first person for this novel? What does it achieve?
First person narration shields the reader from the other characters in the novel. While the narrative may be about, Burkett, trying to understand his ancestors and make amends for the evils he believes they've brought upon the land, stripping away natural resources and bleeding their labor force in equal measure, it is really about, Burkett, the man, or Burkett, the shadow of man, trying to find his own stride against that of his father's. If this novel were in third person, the reader might end up sympathizing for some of the other characters. They couldn't be as evil unless they are seen through Burkett's skewed perspective. Of course, Burkett's father is a terrible man known for having sex with underage girls, sometimes consensually while other times forced. His terrible nature could still be represented in the third person, but it would be difficult to make him as evil as Burkett believes him to be.
The topic of the novel seems like it could be interesting. I'm from Northern Michigan, so there was a connection between me and the Upper Peninsula. However, while the narrator is writing a history of the logging industry, we never really see it and the story focuses exclusively on Burkett's relationship with the history. This process of writing for the narrator dominates his life for twenty years, in which he spends his time guiltily living off his family's wealth, wandering the woods, fishing, trolling the surface of Christianity, having sex with women, and feeling disconnected. Perhaps, this could be interesting, but Burkett is a bland narrator, and his story and obsessions come across as mediocre and whiny. As a reader, I found myself unable to sympathize or identify with Burkett. He's petulant. He's weak. If he's an idealist, then it is negated by his utter passivity. What does he risk in the novel? When does he grow? The novel moves from the 60's through the 70's and then the 80's. But the reader never gets a sense of time really moving. The decades seem of little consequence, except that Harrison can no longer use the casual sex of the late 60's as an excuse for Burkett's sexual romps. Burkett, while in his late 30's seems to be the same as when he was in his 20's.
This brings up my last question. What is the audience supposed to take away from this novel? Does the narrator overcome his father? Do we see enough of a change that it pays off? Is the investment of roughly 400 pages of prose worth the ending? Personally, I found very little to take away. In an earlier post, I'd written how I continued to read this book because I couldn't fall asleep and didn't want to get out of bed and dig up a new book at 2 A.M. Not exactly a gun to the head, but not a ringing endorsement either. Worst of all, the ending seems tacked on. As if Harrison realized there was something dramatic lacking from the novel. It's dramatic, but we've seen that on the first page, and it comes hundreds of pages too late.
One thing I found interesting is Harrison's stab at meta-fiction. On page 340, Burkett's sometime lover who is a poet gives him some advice regarding the history he is writing. She says, "Figure it out for yourself. If you can't you'll always write shit. You're dog-paddling in too much material. Start over. Give me a hundred clean pages called 'What My People Did,' or something like that. You're trying to be a nineteenth-century curmudgeon. You're starting twelve thousand years ago with the glaciers then moving slowly onward like a fucking crippled toad. Get over the glaciers in one page, please. You quoted that beautiful prose of Agassiz. Try to understand why it's beautiful and your prose isn't. You wrote nicely in those thirteen pages because you forgot yourself and your thousand post-rationalizations and let your material emerge directly and intimately."
Perhaps, this is Burkett the narrator commenting or Harrison himself in the following passage. Whoever it is speaking, it seems to be a proper response to the novel.
"I had pressed my thumb on the dorsal fin of a trout and now watched a raindrop of blood ooze out. I had asked for this speech and been roundly whipped by a schoolmarm. All these years after the inception and I had thirteen golden pages."
First person narration shields the reader from the other characters in the novel. While the narrative may be about, Burkett, trying to understand his ancestors and make amends for the evils he believes they've brought upon the land, stripping away natural resources and bleeding their labor force in equal measure, it is really about, Burkett, the man, or Burkett, the shadow of man, trying to find his own stride against that of his father's. If this novel were in third person, the reader might end up sympathizing for some of the other characters. They couldn't be as evil unless they are seen through Burkett's skewed perspective. Of course, Burkett's father is a terrible man known for having sex with underage girls, sometimes consensually while other times forced. His terrible nature could still be represented in the third person, but it would be difficult to make him as evil as Burkett believes him to be.
The topic of the novel seems like it could be interesting. I'm from Northern Michigan, so there was a connection between me and the Upper Peninsula. However, while the narrator is writing a history of the logging industry, we never really see it and the story focuses exclusively on Burkett's relationship with the history. This process of writing for the narrator dominates his life for twenty years, in which he spends his time guiltily living off his family's wealth, wandering the woods, fishing, trolling the surface of Christianity, having sex with women, and feeling disconnected. Perhaps, this could be interesting, but Burkett is a bland narrator, and his story and obsessions come across as mediocre and whiny. As a reader, I found myself unable to sympathize or identify with Burkett. He's petulant. He's weak. If he's an idealist, then it is negated by his utter passivity. What does he risk in the novel? When does he grow? The novel moves from the 60's through the 70's and then the 80's. But the reader never gets a sense of time really moving. The decades seem of little consequence, except that Harrison can no longer use the casual sex of the late 60's as an excuse for Burkett's sexual romps. Burkett, while in his late 30's seems to be the same as when he was in his 20's.
This brings up my last question. What is the audience supposed to take away from this novel? Does the narrator overcome his father? Do we see enough of a change that it pays off? Is the investment of roughly 400 pages of prose worth the ending? Personally, I found very little to take away. In an earlier post, I'd written how I continued to read this book because I couldn't fall asleep and didn't want to get out of bed and dig up a new book at 2 A.M. Not exactly a gun to the head, but not a ringing endorsement either. Worst of all, the ending seems tacked on. As if Harrison realized there was something dramatic lacking from the novel. It's dramatic, but we've seen that on the first page, and it comes hundreds of pages too late.
One thing I found interesting is Harrison's stab at meta-fiction. On page 340, Burkett's sometime lover who is a poet gives him some advice regarding the history he is writing. She says, "Figure it out for yourself. If you can't you'll always write shit. You're dog-paddling in too much material. Start over. Give me a hundred clean pages called 'What My People Did,' or something like that. You're trying to be a nineteenth-century curmudgeon. You're starting twelve thousand years ago with the glaciers then moving slowly onward like a fucking crippled toad. Get over the glaciers in one page, please. You quoted that beautiful prose of Agassiz. Try to understand why it's beautiful and your prose isn't. You wrote nicely in those thirteen pages because you forgot yourself and your thousand post-rationalizations and let your material emerge directly and intimately."
Perhaps, this is Burkett the narrator commenting or Harrison himself in the following passage. Whoever it is speaking, it seems to be a proper response to the novel.
"I had pressed my thumb on the dorsal fin of a trout and now watched a raindrop of blood ooze out. I had asked for this speech and been roundly whipped by a schoolmarm. All these years after the inception and I had thirteen golden pages."
February 1, 2024
Read this if you're dying to know what a fictional character's penis is doing every second of the day for decades.
March 6, 2014
Dedication: For John
Description:Conway's The Road from Coorain presents a vivid memoir of coming of age in Australia. In 1960, however, she had reached the limits of that provincial--and irredeemably sexist--society and set off for America. True North--the testament of an extraordinary woman living in an extraordinary time--te lls the profound story of the challenges that confronted Conway, as she sought to establish her public self.
Opening: Within hours of my arrival in September 1960, New York astonished and delighted me. The astonishment was instant.
Started this in the middle of a sleepless night and it is nice to know about how others have faired in a life that is so different from my own. That's what reading is all about, finding out about different things.
A quick read about struggle with sexism, in both harking back to Australia, and with her arrival to NY, US, in hurricane Donna.
Learning point: JFK airport was known as Idlewild airport back in 1960.
This strong woman came through to become Visiting Professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Women's History Month Honoree of the National Women's History Project.
Description:Conway's The Road from Coorain presents a vivid memoir of coming of age in Australia. In 1960, however, she had reached the limits of that provincial--and irredeemably sexist--society and set off for America. True North--the testament of an extraordinary woman living in an extraordinary time--te lls the profound story of the challenges that confronted Conway, as she sought to establish her public self.
Opening: Within hours of my arrival in September 1960, New York astonished and delighted me. The astonishment was instant.
Started this in the middle of a sleepless night and it is nice to know about how others have faired in a life that is so different from my own. That's what reading is all about, finding out about different things.
A quick read about struggle with sexism, in both harking back to Australia, and with her arrival to NY, US, in hurricane Donna.
Learning point: JFK airport was known as Idlewild airport back in 1960.
This strong woman came through to become Visiting Professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Women's History Month Honoree of the National Women's History Project.
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August 3, 2011A couple thoughts I found intriguing: "The departmental organization of university faculties means that every department faculty, dominated by the research ideal, strives to teach ever-more specialized courses in its chosen discipline, seeking to convert its students to aspire to graduate study in the field in question. This objective is in direct conflict with the undergraduate's need to sop up general knowledge like blotting paper, to try out new ideas, to test the limits of the individual imagination, and to find the moral insight desperately needed as an anchor during the intensely competitive process of being rigorously evaluated in a self-advertised meritocratic society."
And here's my favorite: "The first wonderful discovery was that I was obliged to move from a colonial idea of education, in which the instructor disciplines the student so that he or she measures up to standards externally developed, to a setting in which each student was viewed as a potential Nobel Prize winner, a possible colleague whose talents might one day transform what was regarded as important knowledge. This made teaching a joy, more like an intellectual form of athletics as distinguished from some parade-ground drill."
And here's my favorite: "The first wonderful discovery was that I was obliged to move from a colonial idea of education, in which the instructor disciplines the student so that he or she measures up to standards externally developed, to a setting in which each student was viewed as a potential Nobel Prize winner, a possible colleague whose talents might one day transform what was regarded as important knowledge. This made teaching a joy, more like an intellectual form of athletics as distinguished from some parade-ground drill."
June 8, 2020
I cannot quite believe that the beginning paragraphs of the book which I heard quite shocking have been forgotten by me when they are repeated again at the end of the book. This is a fictional memoir or autobiography. It is possible that Jim Harrison really only has one male character who appears in a variety of forms. This is the second book of his that I have listen to in a row. I have a few more lined up in my future but I think they are somewhat down the road as I work my way through other books.
We are once again immersed in the upper Peninsula of Michigan. Our protagonist is researching how he is wealthy family came to their riches by clear cutting upper Peninsula forests in past generations. He has extremely complicated family relationships as well as personal relationships. We follow the events of his life Through approximately his first 40 years. This book ends with the deaths of his father and his mother.
I am still thinking about what I think about the writing of Jim Harrison. I am hooked by the Michigan connection although I spent the first half of my life in the lower part of Michigan only venturing into his territory up north occasionally. His writing skill is impressive and there is just enough humor in the midst of his horrible life in many ways to help you understand how he keeps moving forward. I actually hope that some of the books I now have in my future library finish the story of his life. Because I followed the Audible book along with Kindle, I was able to copy out many paragraphs to accompany this review to give you an idea of the width and breadth of this story.
We are once again immersed in the upper Peninsula of Michigan. Our protagonist is researching how he is wealthy family came to their riches by clear cutting upper Peninsula forests in past generations. He has extremely complicated family relationships as well as personal relationships. We follow the events of his life Through approximately his first 40 years. This book ends with the deaths of his father and his mother.
I am still thinking about what I think about the writing of Jim Harrison. I am hooked by the Michigan connection although I spent the first half of my life in the lower part of Michigan only venturing into his territory up north occasionally. His writing skill is impressive and there is just enough humor in the midst of his horrible life in many ways to help you understand how he keeps moving forward. I actually hope that some of the books I now have in my future library finish the story of his life. Because I followed the Audible book along with Kindle, I was able to copy out many paragraphs to accompany this review to give you an idea of the width and breadth of this story.
June 22, 2020
At times the main character David seems a bit self involved, I caught myself thinking “get over this already” but in the end I think that’s the whole point. The landscape of U.P. is beautifully described and often the writing took me by surprise. I’ll be adding Harrison’s other books to my must-read list.
March 23, 2018
With Barry Lopez and Marilynne Robinson, Harrison was one of three authors I remember hearing discussed in glowing terms by my Interlochen friends but somehow felt I'd missed out on at the time. I rectified that quickly with Lopez and a bit later with Robinson, but somehow never took the Harrison recommendation as seriously. Which was obviously a huge mistake, because this is a bit of a revelation. True North gets a fair amount of free points from me by sheer coincidence of its myriad commonalities with my own life--taking place in Michigan and Veracruz, and focusing on an interminable historical and philosophical obsession with the nature and relationship between rape culture and the destruction of the environment. But it earns most of its enjoyment the old fashioned way, with uncommonly great writing at every scale.
The loose plot covers a big chunk of the narrator's biography, exploring the long arc of his relationship with his family, his vain effort to come to terms with its legacy of violence, and the various friends and romantic partners with whom he lives through those questions. In the abstract, I love the idea of making a book pose an intellectual search by making it a personal quest for the protagonist. True North, in practice, is not so much interested in the question as in what it says about the way David frames his relationship with his dad, and as an occasional driving mechanism in the otherwise idle-rich life. David does a lot of research on the history of logging in the UP, on illegal cutting and tract poaching, as well as some on Native American history, but none of it really makes it to the reader. That isn't necessarily a problem; if there's anything I've learned from a near-decade of reading on this question it's that this particular framing can only be its own answer. If you're genuinely curious on the topic you switch framings; if you're committed to the frame itself, you can only run in circles.
The recurring question makes the whole thing feel a lot more conversationally intellectual than most books. But it's the farthest thing from pretentious. In fact, that's kind of the most brilliant thing about the whole book. In every facet, it feels casual and uncontrived. Most of this comes from David's narrative voice, which has a rich combination of vulnerable reflection and a pragmatic sense of his own moment-to-moment urges and tastes. The hanging out scenes feel vividly and relatably realistic, and maintain a constant interest with practically no active drama. I can't think of another recent book I've read that has such a comfortably, effortlessly enjoyable narrator. It makes a very strong case for the school of thought that fiction is all about immersing yourself in character, plot and prose be damned.
The loose plot covers a big chunk of the narrator's biography, exploring the long arc of his relationship with his family, his vain effort to come to terms with its legacy of violence, and the various friends and romantic partners with whom he lives through those questions. In the abstract, I love the idea of making a book pose an intellectual search by making it a personal quest for the protagonist. True North, in practice, is not so much interested in the question as in what it says about the way David frames his relationship with his dad, and as an occasional driving mechanism in the otherwise idle-rich life. David does a lot of research on the history of logging in the UP, on illegal cutting and tract poaching, as well as some on Native American history, but none of it really makes it to the reader. That isn't necessarily a problem; if there's anything I've learned from a near-decade of reading on this question it's that this particular framing can only be its own answer. If you're genuinely curious on the topic you switch framings; if you're committed to the frame itself, you can only run in circles.
The recurring question makes the whole thing feel a lot more conversationally intellectual than most books. But it's the farthest thing from pretentious. In fact, that's kind of the most brilliant thing about the whole book. In every facet, it feels casual and uncontrived. Most of this comes from David's narrative voice, which has a rich combination of vulnerable reflection and a pragmatic sense of his own moment-to-moment urges and tastes. The hanging out scenes feel vividly and relatably realistic, and maintain a constant interest with practically no active drama. I can't think of another recent book I've read that has such a comfortably, effortlessly enjoyable narrator. It makes a very strong case for the school of thought that fiction is all about immersing yourself in character, plot and prose be damned.
December 14, 2015
"Making money is never very pretty." David Burkett's father said, who as near as I can make out never made the money he spends lasciviously. He inherited it. David Burkett inherited the guilt that goes along with pater familias scarring the land on both sides of his ancestry. I thought this was a new Harrison novel, finding it on the new book shelf, but it was published in 2004, so I am a little relieved to offload some of the machismo rife in the book. Harrison is older now, and a little more muted. True North is relentlessly male, and the worst of the gender, evident too much in the- also relentless- Breaking News of today's world. There isn't much humanity in here, unless we adopt the view that humanity, when not being brutal, unforgiving and obsessed, is inwardly focused and continually whining. Poor, poor, pitiful me. Even when Burkett is learning, he's not growing. The women in this book aren't so much courageous as they are tenacious: hanging on this dank and manly world because that's how it is. The supposed love interests come off as an ersatz conscience for the men in the book. Every woman, except Cynthia, is poorly constructed, barely there except as a foil for whatever the hero is experiencing. Sooooo tiresome a female character device! Depressing, violent, unabating: the jacket blurb claims this novel has a redemptive soul. I didn't find it. Weak yang. Start to finish.
May 2, 2012
This was a great story, a little gloomy, but so well told, that I just loved it. Its so interesting not only the things we choose to take on in this life, but our ways of going about it as well. Sometimes we take on burdens that aren't ours because we feel like we have to or we actually believe they are ours. And we get so accustomed to being the way we are that it's extremely difficult to change.
The characterization was wonderful, though I would certainly hope to not be any of the characters in this book. About halfway through I experienced some real feminist anger about how women are portrayed in the novel, even though it's just the way the main character experiences them, but I still felt pretty upset that they didn't seem to have any value outside of their physical features. I wish not only of course that the characters didn't think that way, but that the author had developed the women more, but I'm the first to admit that sometimes books that focus on mother/daughter or just female relationships simply don't interest me, where the father/son / brotherly dynamic seems more interesting, perhaps because I just don't know it and I wish I knew what it was like.
The characterization was wonderful, though I would certainly hope to not be any of the characters in this book. About halfway through I experienced some real feminist anger about how women are portrayed in the novel, even though it's just the way the main character experiences them, but I still felt pretty upset that they didn't seem to have any value outside of their physical features. I wish not only of course that the characters didn't think that way, but that the author had developed the women more, but I'm the first to admit that sometimes books that focus on mother/daughter or just female relationships simply don't interest me, where the father/son / brotherly dynamic seems more interesting, perhaps because I just don't know it and I wish I knew what it was like.
January 19, 2010
This was the first book that I read of Harrison's, back when I was 24 (I bought it for the title as I'm a native of Northern Michigan). It took a while to get used to the writing but was a literary watershed for me; Harrison is now, by far, my favorite author. I agree that a lot of the plot elements occur early but the plot is secondary to how it affects Burkett. If some of those elements occurred later, we couldn't see how fully they integrate themselves into his life and perception of life. I've re-read this book multiple times and find something new with each reading. It's not an easy read: it isn't meant to be. It challenges the reader to keep a mental map of the events in the life of the book and I think it is the more rewarding read for it. I'm tempted to say that it's fun to spend some time in Harrison's world but he stays firmly rooted in the earth; like truly great writers, he forces the reader to consider this world with a more specific vitality.
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February 5, 2009"True North," says the Boston Globe, "has its moments," which sums up general reaction to this novel. Almost everyone found something to like, be it the passionate narration or the novel's strong sense of place. However, most reviewers also found serious flaws. While some praised Harrison's writing, a few pointed out its sloppiness. And nearly all were frustrated with the novel's structure, complaining that Harrison reveals key events too early and allows the story to founder as Burkett painstakingly searches his soul. Harrison has called American readers "grotesquely plot-oriented," and those who fit this description should avoid his newest novel. But for those who don't mind a long walk through the woods, there's True North.
This is an excerpt from a review published in Bookmarks magazine.
November 5, 2016
True North is a young man's search for answers regarding the destruction of thousands of acres of White Pines in Northern Michigan, and his ancestors' greed. Mining was another ruthless endeavor of greed throughout the Burkett ancestors. David Burkett's life reveals a deep and complicated story of overwhelming circumstances, both in his family, and his personal life. Alcoholism and rape are examples of sinister situations included in this account of the Burkett family.
I'm impressed with Jim Harrison's writing. It took me a little while to get into the story, but once I became involved with the characters which are well developed, I couldn't stop reading this interesting narrative. This book isn't for everyone. It's depth alone may make it unsuitable for readers who enjoy a lighter read or object to obscenities and sexually explicit content.
I'm impressed with Jim Harrison's writing. It took me a little while to get into the story, but once I became involved with the characters which are well developed, I couldn't stop reading this interesting narrative. This book isn't for everyone. It's depth alone may make it unsuitable for readers who enjoy a lighter read or object to obscenities and sexually explicit content.
December 4, 2010
"My father had closed the windows to the world and I was spending my life struggling to open them." So goes the story of David Burkett, a U.P. native struggling to come to terms with his family's history, his father's perverted transgressions, and his own place in the big picture.
True North begins with a three-quarters page italicized prologue that feels right away like an (the?) ending. Occurring in the dawn hours after an awful act of violence, the short scene is sad, disturbing, and quite possibly the most powerful page I've ever read. Really.
It's too bad, then, that the first half of the novel fails to deliver on the promise of the prologue. Though arranged quite linearly in three parts - The 60s, The 70s, and The 80s - I often felt out of focus and a tad uncertain due to Harrison's penchant for wandering - rather fluidly, I'll admit - back and forth between present and past and future. Too, the wanderings are quite often rendered in a passive voice which bleed off any sense of energy and urgency that has developed. A more sophisticated reader with critic credentials will certainly see the literary logic in such maneuvers (for Harrison is regarded as a master, so he must have done this on purpose), but I aint a sophisticated reader.
The second half of the novel begins to make up for the first. As the story progresses into and through The 80s the scenes begin to acquire a subtle energy, a solid sense of "in the moment", mainly because they are allowed to develop without too much interference from passive returns to the past. You begin to feel the novel rolling along as David comes to understand more and more where he is, who he is, and what he must do to reconcile it all. Nearly two-thirds of the way in I began thinking of the prologue, began wondering if that is what the novel was building to. I won't spoil anything here at all (though I guess one could always flip ahead to the end to see for themselves), but the thought will most definitely be in your mind, and it will keep you turning the page with a sad sense of dread.
David Burkett's friends and family never quite materialize as characters the way he does. As often as some of them appear there's always the sense they are an arm's length away from being fully developed. Perhaps this is a flaw in the novel. Or perhaps it is an intentional move by Harrison to convey the emotional distance David places between himself and the outside world, despite his best intentions otherwise. You decide.
True North isn't uplifting. It isn't oppressive or depressing, either. It's like life - quite often uncertain, but always heading toward something. A shaky beginning, a strong ending: three stars for Jim Harrison's True North.
True North begins with a three-quarters page italicized prologue that feels right away like an (the?) ending. Occurring in the dawn hours after an awful act of violence, the short scene is sad, disturbing, and quite possibly the most powerful page I've ever read. Really.
It's too bad, then, that the first half of the novel fails to deliver on the promise of the prologue. Though arranged quite linearly in three parts - The 60s, The 70s, and The 80s - I often felt out of focus and a tad uncertain due to Harrison's penchant for wandering - rather fluidly, I'll admit - back and forth between present and past and future. Too, the wanderings are quite often rendered in a passive voice which bleed off any sense of energy and urgency that has developed. A more sophisticated reader with critic credentials will certainly see the literary logic in such maneuvers (for Harrison is regarded as a master, so he must have done this on purpose), but I aint a sophisticated reader.
The second half of the novel begins to make up for the first. As the story progresses into and through The 80s the scenes begin to acquire a subtle energy, a solid sense of "in the moment", mainly because they are allowed to develop without too much interference from passive returns to the past. You begin to feel the novel rolling along as David comes to understand more and more where he is, who he is, and what he must do to reconcile it all. Nearly two-thirds of the way in I began thinking of the prologue, began wondering if that is what the novel was building to. I won't spoil anything here at all (though I guess one could always flip ahead to the end to see for themselves), but the thought will most definitely be in your mind, and it will keep you turning the page with a sad sense of dread.
David Burkett's friends and family never quite materialize as characters the way he does. As often as some of them appear there's always the sense they are an arm's length away from being fully developed. Perhaps this is a flaw in the novel. Or perhaps it is an intentional move by Harrison to convey the emotional distance David places between himself and the outside world, despite his best intentions otherwise. You decide.
True North isn't uplifting. It isn't oppressive or depressing, either. It's like life - quite often uncertain, but always heading toward something. A shaky beginning, a strong ending: three stars for Jim Harrison's True North.
November 16, 2012
As of late, I've been noticing a strange sight in NYC—the appearance of many bushily-bearded men, clad in woolen plaid lumberjack shirts, their pants held up by suspenders as they saunter through the urban wilderness that is Brooklyn waiting to fell a tree or, perhaps, to whittle a trinket for a lovely lady, should the mood strike them. They can often be found in the local watering hole that specializes in artisanal beers or attempting to start a campfire in the park while simultaneously being harassed by the homeless population for enroaching on their turf. What a bunch of urban whistle punks.
True North is the opposite of the faux-rustic trendiness that's plaguing the NYC boroughs, taking place in the rugged corner of Michigan known as the Upper Peninsula or "UP." It's the story of the scion of a wealthy timber family whose dysfunctional upbringing causes him to reject not only the moneyed class privilege he grew up with but the methods by which that wealth was acquired. His father—a morally repugnant sexual offender who exclusively preys on underage girls—seems to glide through life with ease, buffered by his ability to pay his way out of nearly every transgression. As David, the son, drifts aimlessly through life, he gradually realizes that the anger and hostility he feels toward his father is holding him hostage.
One thing that I think that's worth mentioning is how the theme of solitude is treated here. I think all too often in literature the solitary character is meant to invoke the reader's pity and sympathy...generally, we're supposed to feel sorry for someone who chooses to spend their time alone because it couldn't possibly be a choice they willingly made, but one that was made for them based on some abnormality or personality quirk. There are, of course, exceptions to this rule. The lone cowboy on the plains of some dust-ridden prairie or an adventurer scouting uncharted territory would seem to inspire more of a rugged individualism than be an object of scorn.
Here, the loneliness of one man is drowned out by the largesse of the landscape. He is no longer an individual, he is a small part of a much larger universe.
True North is the opposite of the faux-rustic trendiness that's plaguing the NYC boroughs, taking place in the rugged corner of Michigan known as the Upper Peninsula or "UP." It's the story of the scion of a wealthy timber family whose dysfunctional upbringing causes him to reject not only the moneyed class privilege he grew up with but the methods by which that wealth was acquired. His father—a morally repugnant sexual offender who exclusively preys on underage girls—seems to glide through life with ease, buffered by his ability to pay his way out of nearly every transgression. As David, the son, drifts aimlessly through life, he gradually realizes that the anger and hostility he feels toward his father is holding him hostage.
One thing that I think that's worth mentioning is how the theme of solitude is treated here. I think all too often in literature the solitary character is meant to invoke the reader's pity and sympathy...generally, we're supposed to feel sorry for someone who chooses to spend their time alone because it couldn't possibly be a choice they willingly made, but one that was made for them based on some abnormality or personality quirk. There are, of course, exceptions to this rule. The lone cowboy on the plains of some dust-ridden prairie or an adventurer scouting uncharted territory would seem to inspire more of a rugged individualism than be an object of scorn.
Here, the loneliness of one man is drowned out by the largesse of the landscape. He is no longer an individual, he is a small part of a much larger universe.
October 26, 2021
My husband requested the audio book so we could listen to it on a long drive. By disk four, I was satisfied to never listen to any more of this book. I found our lead character only interested in sex or doing navel gazing to the nth degree. He tortures himself over the evil his family has perpetuated in building their wealth. He doesn't want to benefit from it but nor does he ever figure out how to be a productive member of society. If this man was our friend, we would smack him upside the head and tell him to get over himself. Or point him in the direction of a good counselor/psychiatrist. I see all of the positive reviews but in the end you have to ask yourself is this guy someone you want to spend your precious time on. My answer is no effing way.
August 17, 2009
This is the sequel to Road to Coorain and continues with the life story of Jill Ker Conway after she leaves her native Australia to head to Harvard for graduate studies in History. She is a scholar and it's really a joy to read about her love of learning and research. This book takes her through falling in love with another scholar 18 years older than she is, their marriage, move to his native Canada, to becoming the first woman president of Smith College. What I'm impressed with is her continuation of learning, whether it's accounting, gardening, classical music, jogging. She's a wonderful writer.
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June 21, 2013In this second volume of Conway's memoirs, she defies the provincial attitudes of her native Australia and her controlling mother's objections and enters graduate school in history at Harvard. This takes place in the pre-feminist late 50s (think Mad Men, season 1), and it's remarkable to me that Conway had not just the determination but the scope of mind to pursue a scholarly life; coming from where and when she did, going to Harvard required an imaginative leap. I particularly enjoyed the first part of the book, when everything at Harvard is new to her; but throughout, there's the pleasure of engaging with an agile mind.
August 13, 2018
I was merely an academic, not an intellectual. I am merely a feminist, not a philosopher. Fifteen years younger than Conway, I appreciate what she and other feminist scholars did for those who came behind. But my working-class, state school, problem-oriented self just can’t muddle through any more year-long honeymoons in Europe, dinners with Archibald MacLeish, loving descriptions of Roman apartments, or wrestling with the nature of God after a fifth of gin. A brilliant trail-blazer, but dusted with the pretentiousness that comes from some deep, deep sorrow.
December 6, 2021
A young man tells the story of his dysfunctional family living a wealthy life in the UP of Michigan. The father is a narcissist man who chases and on occasion, rapes pre teen girls. His mother retreats to Chicago to escape with alcohol and a doctor friend/lover. The daughter rejects the parents and marries an Indian/Finn while the son churns in self-absorption researching and writing about his logging baron relatives and does not seem able to move ahead.
June 12, 2019
I usually like Jim Harrison and looked forward to reading this book. His description of and sense of place, in this case, the beautiful and remote Upper Peninsula of Michigan and the magic aura of Lake Superior, were superb. However, the introspection of the main character went on so long, I got bored. Not one of my favorites.
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