As
part of my mission to understand America better, I half promised myself a while
ago that I would try to read a few Pulitzer Prize winning novels. So far I have
managed ‘American Pastoral’ by Philip Roth and ‘The Shipping News’ by AnnieProulx from the Nineties, ‘The Color Purple’ by Alice Walker from the Eighties
and ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ by Harper Lee from the Sixties. Looking down the
list from the Seventies I selected ‘Angle of Repose’ by Wallace Stegner.
‘Angle
of Repose’ is a long, rich and troubling book. Stegner, whose life filled
almost all of the Twentieth Century, chose to write a fiction of sorts about
the Nineteenth Century. There was controversy when it was published because he
borrowed rather too heavily from actual correspondence of Mary Hallock Foote.
He had asked permission to use the letters but the family were displeased with
how much he borrowed. However, it still won the Pulitzer Prize so must have
been warmly received by the great and good of American Letters.
There
is much to glean about the history of the United States from his thin
fictionalisation of the experience of the pioneers in The West. It is obvious
that the Disneyfication of The West is far from the truth, but it is easy to be
short-sighted and picture it as all John Wayne and Champion The Wonder Horse.
If Stegner’s interpretation is anything to go by, The West was a very different
place.
It
is instructive to read how civilised much of the settlement was. Certainly,
there were times of great violence and struggle, and amazing disregard for
First Nation peoples, but it seems that for the most part the pioneers carried
with them the gentility of the East. Carrying almost nothing with them, save
their bravery and ingenuity, they built a new society.
It
is also an education to discover how readily some people moved across the great
continent, even in the 1870s and 1880s. The impression I had from acquaintances
was that most people, on leaving the great cities of New York, Boston or
Chicago, never returned. It is clear that in this fiction at least, moving West
was not final and return was frequent and possible.
I
am fascinated by Stegner’s ability to build complicated, realistic characters.
There is such a depth to the protagonist, Susan Burling Ward, that parts of
this novel read like biography rather than fiction. Stegner was a master of his
craft.
The
main thrust of the book is an exploration of the relationship between
grandparents and a grandson. The timeline sways from the 1880s to 1970. In
1970, grandson Lyman Ward is attempting to write about his grandparents and
their struggle to establish themselves in the new States. How well do you know
your grandparents? Lyman, as commentator, decides that he is best placed to
describe the lives of his. It makes for a moving portrait.
The
Americans of the 1880s were so resourceful. By comparing them with people of
the 1970s Stegner is highlighting just how much has been lost. I suppose the
comparison is even more acute now, in the digital age. How many of us can say
honestly that we know how to catch, kill and cook our own dinner? It is not a
problem unique to America, but perhaps the contrast is at its most stark when
light falls on the exploits of the early European pioneers.
Stegner
had a lot to say about how human beings coped in taxing situations, and he said
it with eloquence.
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