Women's Intimations
[Freeman is an American novelist and critic. In the following essay, she provides a positive assessment of The Woman Lit by Fireflies.]
Having now published six novels, seven books of poetry and two collections of novellas, Jim Harrison has reached a wonderful place in his writing. There was always great strength to his novels and stories, a compelling sense of movement and character, prose marked by clarity and beautifully eclectic erudition, ribaldry and humor. Set in the West and Midwest, his stories feature rebel characters, outsiders living close to nature, dissolute in their appetite for alcohol and women but guided by a strong conscience and a penchant for honesty.
With his last two books, something else has graced the work, a tender, almost androgynous understanding of the human condition, which allows him to write convincingly in either a male or female voice, widening even further the range of his work.
This was most evident in Dalva, published two years ago—a novel written largely from the perspective of a woman who is searching for the son she gave up for adoption 20 years earlier. In Dalva, Harrison wrote: "Most women have intimations of a higher fidelity to the spirit and to a love beyond human weakness and imperfection." In a sense, it is to that higher fidelity that Harrison's books aspire—an enlarged and generous vision of a troubled but remarkably beautiful world, where a sensuous passion for life may be not just the best but the only revenge.
In each new work of Harrison's—and this includes his often hilarious and erudite magazine articles on food and travel—the same distinctively personal voice is present. He is unfailingly entertaining but he is much more—a haunting, gifted writer who can't be shoved into any category. Furthermore, his work seems to be getting stronger, and one wonders if he won't finally move beyond the small but passionate following he has built up over the years to receive the wider recognition he deserves.
The Woman Lit by Fireflies should help. It is—like an earlier work, Legends of the Fall—a collection of three novellas, each of which is written in a distinctly different voice. His basic power comes from his directness. (It's rebel voices we hear, not the timid squeaking of a dandified stylist.) One story is written from the perspective of a man ("Brown Dog"), one from that of a woman ("The Woman Lit by Fireflies") and one, "Sunset Limited," mixes the voices.
At the opening of the title novella (which first appeared in the New Yorker), Clare, a 50-year-old woman with two grown children, is driving-down the freeway with her husband, who is listening to his weekly financial lecture on tape. A migraine is closing in on her. She is deeply unhappy. Quite recently, her closest friend Zilpha died, as did her beloved dog. Her husband is a dried-up, condescending boor.
When they pull over at a rest stop, Clare goes into the ladies room and leaves a note attached to the toilet stall: "I am in the small red car driving east. My husband has been abusing me. Do not believe anything he says. Call my daughter." She then heads out the door, scales a fence behind the Welcome Center and disappears into a corn-field, having chosen this moment to finally leave her husband.
Most of the novella takes place during the night Clare spends hiding in the cornfield, reviewing her life as she rests in the little cave of dried husks she's constructed: "It was the nest of a not very skilled animal, a temporary measure like a deer bed in high grass." She boils ditch water, nurses a fire, tests her small knowledge of survival and paces under the moon, remembering the accidents and events that have brought her to this point.
The night is her crucible. Everything will change afterward. Each detail of her night in the cornfield strengthens her resolve, as does each remembered incident; the beautifully told tale ends two weeks later with Clare in Paris.
Harrison understands how women react to things, how they examine things up close. Women have an intimate relationship with nature: Clare sees not only a rabbit but the little engorged ticks in its ears. In this lovely novella, nature itself becomes the cocoon in which a woman enshrouds herself.
In "Brown Dog," we hear another kind of voice, the voice of the Man of Nature and Appetite, the hard-drinking, womanizing B. D., or Brown Dog—not quite Indian, not quite white, a failed Bible student who has found a corpse while scavenging shipwrecks:
Just before dark at the bottom of the sea I found the Indian. It was an island sea called Lake Superior. The Indian, and he was a big one, was sitting there on a ledge of rock in about seventy feet of water. There was a frayed rope attached to his leg and I had to think the current had carried him from far deeper water.
Who could not go on? There's a feeling in this opening paragraph that a fascinating story is about to unfold, and it does, a hilarious, wild tale of how Brown Dog is hunted down for the murder of the drowned Indian whose body he retrieved from the lake in order to give him a proper burial, and how his girlfriend cons him into showing her some ancient Indian burial grounds. It's a wonderful, raucous tale that pokes a good deal of fun at otiose academics and law-enforcers.
"Sunset Limited" is arguably the least successful novella in the collection, and it's still a story you don't want to put down. According to Smart magazine, where it first appeared, the piece started out as a treatment for a screenplay. Maybe that's why it feels slightly staged, why the characters seem to act out roles. But the interesting part, in terms of this collection, is how it balances the other two stories. It has a larger plot and a bigger cast, presenting four old friends—Billy, Patricia, Sam and Gwen—all of whom were jailed briefly in the '60s for defacing a draft center. Now they are reunited, 20 years later, in an attempt to save Zip, a fifth friend from college, who has been thrown into a Mexican jail as a revolutionary. Ultimately the story is about how making friends in one's youth in a way that's never duplicated in maturity, and what it means to see those friends after a long period of absence when everyone's life has changed and become more settled.
Harrison is a consummate story teller—truly one of those writers whose books are hard to put down. He creates appealingly vulnerable characters who inhabit palpably real worlds. His passion for food and wine, his affection for animals, connect us to the sensual. These three accomplished novellas are remarkably different. What they have in common is Harrison's deepest strength, a rich and nourishing sense of pleasure.
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