is 69 today. The Writer’s Almanac has a fine essay about this talented writer of both fiction and non-fiction, in NewMexiKen’s opinion the best to write in both forms about the American west since his mentor Wallace Stegner.
It’s the birthday of the novelist Larry McMurtry, born [in] Wichita Falls, Texas (1936). He grew up in a little town called Archer City. He came from a long line of Texas ranchers, but Larry McMurtry figured out he didn’t like working on a ranch when he was a kid. He said, “I saw right away that my father and all the cowboys were slaves to these stupid animals. Who wants to be a slave to a cow?”
He never thought cowboys were romantic figures. He thought they led mostly drab, repetitive, unexciting lives, and weren’t necessarily strong or free. Many of them were twisted, fascistic, and dumb.
He studied literature at Rice University. He started writing dark novels about his home town, in which he portrayed most of the people there as none too bright, none too good. His third novel, The Last Picture Show came out in 1966. It begins, “Sometimes Sonny felt like he was the only human creature in the town. It was a bad feeling, and it usually came on him in the mornings early, when the streets were completely empty, the way they were on Saturday morning in late November. The night before Sonny had played his last game of football for Thalia High School, but it wasn’t that that made him feel so strange and alone. It was just the look of the town.”
People in Archer, Texas didn’t much care for the way they were portrayed by Larry McMurtry. He moved away to Washington, D.C., became a severe critic of the whole Western genre. But even though he hated the idea of the romanticized Old West, there was a story in his head that he couldn’t get rid of. It was a story about the Old West, which started as a movie treatment for John Wayne, but Wayne had backed out of the project. Once in a while McMurtry would think about the characters again, and then one day he drove past a sign for a church called “Lonesome Dove,” and that inspired him to rewrite the screenplay as a novel.
It was the story of a former Texas Ranger, Augustus McCrae, who persuades two friends to ride with him to Montana to find his one true love Clara Allen, the only woman who could ever beat him in an argument. Lonesome Dove became a huge best-seller. It won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, and was made into a TV mini-series.
After it came out, McMurtry’s home town embraced him. The local hotel changed its name to the Lonesome Dove Hotel, and Larry McMurtry moved back there and opened one of the largest antiquarian bookstores in the country, and he announced that keeping a bookstore was a form of ranching, and instead of herding cattle, he herded books.
Lonesome Dove is a classic and the miniseries that McMurtry also wrote was really good too.
The sequel, “Streets of Laredo” was also quite good. There was also a miniseries for that one, which was almost equally well-done.
There are two prequels worth reading, for McMurtry fans. The first, “Dead Man’s Walk: a Novel” introduces us to the green McCrae and Call, and to Clara, Jake Spoon, Buffalo Hump and host of other colorful characters.
The last book, “Comanche Moon shows us the rangers a bit older and a bit wiser, still chasing the bad guys.”
All of these books depict graphic violence but the characters are so deep and so human that the reading is fantastic.
In my opinion, McMurtry is the master of character development, and he does it with such simple elegance. “Lonesome Dove” is a masterpiece of American fiction, well deserving of its Pulitzer Prize. I sometimes wish his books were less depressing and violent, though, because most of his fiction takes a heavy emotional toll.
I enjoyed Lonesome Dove a great deal but must admit that his modern novels are my personal favorites. I just love the female characters he creates.
Lonesome Dove is one of my favorite books of all time – and that’s really saying something. I have always had the worst crush on Gus McCrae. One of my prized possessions is a 1st Edition copy. HUGE FAN! Happy Birthday, Mr. McMurtry