THE GREAT LEADER by Jim Harrison
“He wondered if religion was partly the love for an imaginary parent and whether any steps to make contact with this parent were justifiable.”
Review by Doug Bruns Â (OCT 30, 2011)
Once, many years ago when I was living in Northern Michigan, Jim Harrison walked into the restaurant where I was dining. He didnâ€™t so much walk in, in retrospect, as lumber in. It was the Blue Bird Cafe and I confess that Iâ€™d been hanging out there in the hopes of catching a glimpse of him. I was young, trying to turn myself into a writer, and seeking out an idol. Even back then, over thirty years ago, he had lassoed my imagination. Like, many other Harrison readers, it started with Legends of the Fall (1979), then continued with Dalva (1988), and later, The Road Home (1998), a book that changed my life. Much later, I devoured his memoir, Off to the Side (2002), then started filling in the gaps. I studied his poetry, for Harrison thinks of himself first as a poet–and of course there was the column, The Raw and the Cooked in Esquire and Menâ€™s Journal. I used to read the column at the grocery store, between the frozen foods and the bread rack, returning the magazine when I was finished. (Harrison was a foodie before it became sexy, though his style in no way suggests an affinity to the current legions of balsamic vinegar-sniffing poseur journalists.) The man has no gap in his repertoire.
That by way of introduction and confession: there will be no objectivity to this review.
I wish Iâ€™d mustered the courage to introduce myself and tell him how much I appreciate his work, but thatâ€™s not my style and I image itâ€™s not his either. How do you approach someone who has peered so throughly into your being? A man the critics cite as the progeny of Faulkner and Hemingway? A real died-in-the-wool man of letters? A quiet and respectful distance is the way to go, at least thatâ€™s what we do in the Midwest from which we both harken. Anyway, he was seated at the bar. Bothering a man at a bar is bad form.
It has been said that Harrison is that rare writer who can successfully blend the life of the mind with the life of action. It is a formula, though I am hesitate to use that word, that most often appeals to the male reader. That said, the voice he created for Dalva, a woman, in the book of the same name, astounded critics for being so spot-on a female voice–and this from a manly man.
The Great Leader falls soundly into the Harrison oeuvre. It is the story of a hard-drinking, female-ogling fiercely-independent male, Simon Sunderson. (Harrisonâ€™s men ogle without the uncomfortable squeamishness of, say, those created by Roth or the hormonal blindness of Updike.) Â Sunderson, a recently retired detective, lives deep in Harrison territory, Michiganâ€™s Upper Peninsula. â€śIt was good to live in a place largely ignored by the rest of the world,â€ť reflects Sunderson. Though now officially off the job, Sunderson canâ€™t seem to call it quits and the novel finds him in pursuit of a religious cult leader with an affinity for young girls. Like so many of Harrisonâ€™s characters, Sunderson is not so much a reflection of biography as an amalgam ideas. Attempting to explain his current pursuit: â€śMy hobby has always been history,â€ť Sunderson says. â€śI became interested in the relationship between religion, money and sex.A single federal 27 Brimage and 29 28 for the winner said to be senior. Payday Loans For the reasons set money and expect it of which paysay community interest loans.â€ť
Sunderson, not without his personal challenges, is trying hard to be a better man. He misses his wife Diane who left him three years earlier, though they remain in close contact. (â€śWith Diane he always felt a little vulgar and brutishâ€¦â€ť) He is a father figure to a neighbor, a sixteen-year-old hottie who seems hell-bent on seducing him. (â€śThe frankness of young women these days always caught him off guard and made him feel like a middle-aged antique, or like a diminutive football player without a face guard on his helmet.â€ť) He drinks too much and is trying to cut back. He spends a lot of time by himself in the woods, thinking, walking around and resolving to make retirement work. His progress is slow on all fronts. He is wracked with ideas, but execution is haphazard.
There is a character in the novel, a friend of Sunderson, who ruefully observes â€śthat a central fact of our time was the triumph of process over content.â€ť That notion is at the core of the Harrison attraction. His prose, like his characters, is direct and intelligent, without many grace notes and devoid of filigree. There is, in other words, a zen-like transparency to the Harrison process. That process, the act of conveying content, is trumped every time by content. Pulling that off consistently, as Harrison continues to do, is a talent that is reserved for the best of the best. This novel is an example of how rare such a voice has become.
|AMAZON READER RATING:||from 4 readers|
|PUBLISHER:||Grove Press (October 4, 2011)|
|AVAILABLE AS A KINDLE BOOK?||YES! Start Reading Now!|
|AUTHOR WEBSITE:||Wikipedia page onÂ Jim Harrison|
|EXTRAS:||Interview and Excerpt|
|MORE ON MOSTLYFICTION:||Read our review of:
- Wolf: A False Memoir (1971)
- A Good Day to Die (1973)
- Farmer (1976)
- Legends of the Fall: Three Novellas (1979)
- Warlock (1981)
- Sundog: The Story of an American Foreman, Robert Corvus Strang (1984)
- Dalva (1988)
- The Woman Lit By Fireflies: Three Novellas (1990)
- Julip: Three Novellas (1994)
- The Road Home (1988)
- The Beast God Forgot to Invent: Three Novellas (2000)
- True North (2004)
- The Summer He Didn’t Die: Three Novellas (2005)
- Returning To Earth (2007)
- The English Major (2008)
- The Farmer’s Daughter (2009)
- The Great Leader (2011)
- Brown Dog: Novellas (December 2013)
- Just Before Dark: Collected Nonfiction (1991)
- The Raw and the Cooked: Adventures of a Roving Gourmand (2001)
- Off to the Side: A Memoir (2002)