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Letters 09-07-2015

DEJA VUE Traverse City faces the same question as faced by Ann Arbor Township several years ago. A builder wanted to construct a 250-student Montessori school on 7.78 acres. The land was zoned for suburban residential use. The proposed school building was permissible as a “conditional use.”

The Court Overreached Believe it or not, everyone who disagrees with the court’s ruling on gay marriage isn’t a hateful bigot. Some of us believe the Supreme Court simply usurped the rule of law by legislating from the bench...

Some Diversity, Huh? Either I’ve been misled or misinformed about the greater Traverse City area. I thought that everyone there was so ‘all inclusive’ and open to other peoples’ opinions and, though one may disagree with said person, that person was entitled to their opinion(s)...

Defending Good People I was deeply saddened to read Colleen Smith’s letter [in Aug. 24 issue] regarding her boycott of the State Theater. I know both Derek and Brandon personally and cannot begin to understand how someone could express such contempt for them...

Not Fascinating I really don’t understand how you can name Jada Johnson a fascinating person by being a hunter. There are thousands of hunters all over the world, shooting by gun and also by arrow; why is she so special? All the other people listed were amazing...

Back to Mayberry A phrase that is often used to describe the amiable qualities that make Traverse City a great place to live is “small-town charm,” conjuring images of life in 1940s small-town America. Where everyone in Mayberry greets each other by name, job descriptions are simple enough for Sarah Palin to understand, and milk is delivered to your door...

Don’t Be Threatened The August 31 issue had 10 letters(!) blasting a recent writer for her stance on gay marriage and the State Theatre. That is overkill. Ms. Smith has a right to her opinion, a right to comment in an open forum such as Northern Express...

Treat The Sickness Thank you to Grant Parsons for the editorial exposing the uglier residual of the criminalizing of drug use. Clean now, I struggled with addiction for a good portion of my adult life. I’ve never sold drugs or committed a violent crime, but I’ve been arrested, jailed, and eventually imprisoned. This did nothing but perpetuate shame, alienation, loss and continued use...

About A Girl -- Not Consider your audience, Thomas Kachadurian (“About A Girl” column). Preachy opinion pieces don’t change people’s minds. Example: “My view on abortion changed…It might be time for the rest of the country to catch up.” Opinion pieces work best when engaging the reader, not directing the reader...

Disappointed I am disappointed with the tone of many of the August 31 responses to Colleen Smith’s Letter to the Editor from the previous week. I do not hold Ms. Smith’s opinion; however, if we live in a diverse community, by definition, people will hold different views, value different things, look and act different from one another...

Free Will To Love I want to start off by saying I love Northern Express. It is well written, unbiased and always a pleasure to read. I am sorry I missed last month’s article referred to in the Aug. 24 letter titled, “No More State Theater.”

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The English Major

Glen Young - November 17th, 2008
Native Michigander Jim Harrison is a man of large appetites and larger passions.
The writer -- whose new novel “The English Major,” a Kerouac-like road novel with Whitman-like sensibilities, is garnering widespread praise -- is also noted for his outsized ego. And though ego can insulate against public pressures, it is little help against personal anguish.
So when 70 year-old Harrison finished last year’s “Returning To Earth,” compelled in part by the death of his older brother John, he needed a reprieve. “After I finished ‘Returning to Earth,’ which is a tale of considerable melancholy, I was trying to figure out how to levitate my spirits,” he says over the phone from his home outside Livingston, Montana, inhaling audibly on an American Spirit cigarette.
“I began (writing the ‘English Major’) four days after finishing ‘Returning to Earth.’ I usually wait months.”
He admits the idea came to him more than 40 years ago. “I thought about it first in the ‘60s, when I was at Stony Brook (in New York). It wasn’t very pleasant,” he says about his brief teaching stint. “I was terribly homesick.”
The new book, set early and late in the Boyne City area, combines levity with loss and uncertainty with unwillingness. When his wife comes back to a class reunion picnic with grass stains on her knees, 60-year-old Cliff discovers his companion of nearly 40 years, Vivian, is having an affair with an old high school flame. Distraught and disbelieving, Cliff is further crushed when he thinks he’s run over his best dog Lola with his aging Taurus.
“Marriages can become quite disheveled due to overexposure,” Harrison says of Cliff and Vivian’s deterioration. “Cliff couldn’t survive the growing boredom between the two of them.”
Lola didn’t succumb to the Taurus, but Cliff largely succumbs to his wife’s affair. Vivian, lately selling real estate near their comfortable farm, has sold out and Cliff finds all he wants to do is light out.
A former English teacher turned cherry farmer, Cliff is prototypical Harrison, his agrarian attitudes tempered with literary aspirations and refined tastes in all things sensuous, from fine food to fine women.
“Before I can write anything, I have to pin it down geographically,” Harrison says of his approach to his work.
“I’m always wondering, in the aging process, what would happen to a guy who just sort of went flat,” he says of his new book. “It’s almost the flip side of ‘Farmer,’” his 1976 novel about school teacher Joseph who finds his emotions and libido pulled in competing directions.
Propelled by the affair and Vivian’s announcement that she’s sold the farm they’ve shared since her father died, “while fishing perch up in the Les Cheneaux Islands near Cedarville,” Cliff determines not just to light out, but to journey with a purpose. Inspired by a childhood puzzle of the United States, he decides the states need new names and the state birds should be renamed as well. “Each of our United States must have an Indian name for a tribe that originally inhabited the area,” he realizes in his moment of epiphany.
With a loose itinerary, Cliff points his Taurus west and angles toward Wisconsin, Minnesota, Nebraska, Montana, and points further west. His adventures begin almost immediately, when he rediscovers Marybelle, a former student and “off brand peach.”
In Minnesota, Cliff picks up the married Marybelle, and continues. Her insatiable appetites feed his libido, but her incessant ramblings hurt his psyche.
“Both Vivian and Marybelle are right on the money for a certain kind of woman,” the author says knowingly.
With Marybelle in tow, Cliff heads further west, into Montana for some trout fishing, then to California to visit his movie producer son Robert. Flush from his film projects, Robert attempts to reconcile Cliff to his new position. From Robert’s comfortable but spare San Francisco condo, Cliff next heads back to Montana to fish and meet his Michigan veterinarian buddy Ad.
Eventually free of Marybelle and buoyed by newfound purpose in his renaming project, Cliff understands how, “Ten years of teaching and twenty five years of farming had beaten my youthful idealism senseless, but now I had begun to feel it burble up again.”
“Think of the idealism we inhabit as English majors,” Harrison says. “When we meet the world and the culture we have now, Emerson isn’t the answer. There ought to be a product warning label on books.”
For Harrison, the book is about “the horror of answered prayers.”
Cliff, buffeted by doubt and bolstered by doing, winds his way back to Michigan and to his grandfather’s farm, coming as close as he can come to his old cherry orchards and his old life.
Dividing his time between Montana and Arizona, Harrison has been slowed by Type 2 diabetes, and though he admits his “behavioral problems are (still) smoking and drinking,” he has taken his doctors’ advice against a book tour to promote “The English Major.”
His health will not however keep him from more writing. Harrison recently completed “the best novella I’ve ever written,” and there are plans for more nonfiction as well, including “Pilgrimages,” detailing some 35 writers who have influenced him over the years, including “everyone from Willa Cather to Henry James” as well French novelists like Camus.
“For 15 years I’ve been making it as a novelist,” he says of his success. “I see no reason to stop.”


 
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