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LONE DOG ROAD — episode two: The Setting

We Minnesota writers by and large get our literary inspiration from the craggy promontories of Lake Superior and the pine rimmed lakes of our endless northern forests.

And it makes sense.  Who is not inspired by the waves crashing on the rocky shoreline of the greatest of the Great Lakes or the haunting call of a loon over placid sunset waters?

But somewhere along the way something unexpected happened to me:  I encountered the Dakotas, and that turned my eyes to the west and changed my life forever. 

I could not have imagined this.  North Dakota had always meant nothing to me but farms and tractors and endless miles of boredom.  And South Dakota was four stone heads carved into a mountain, and nothing else.  These were not places that fired the imagination.  They were places you avoided.  Time spent there was a penance.

But when we moved to northwestern Minnesota, just at the margin where the forests give way to the broad expanses of the prairies, the Dakotas began to whisper to me.  Instead of being drawn east to the loons and canoe country of our northern lakes and pines, I found myself being pulled magnetically into the vast openness of the plains and prairies to the west.

And what was it in this Dakota landscape that was drawing me?

Consider:

It is in the Dakotas that you first feel America turning its back on the forests and woodlands of the east and reorienting its spirit toward the west.  It is in the Dakotas where those settlers, confident in the power of the plow and hard labor, first had to gasp and stare out at an arid landscape and admit that their Biblical belief in tilling the land and making it bear fruit was too small a vision.  It is in the Dakotas where the sky first becomes bigger than the land and where dinosaur bones poke out through the earth. And it is in the Dakotas where the spirit of Native American not only resonates, but dominates.

Once I opened myself to these larger forces, there was no turning back.

So when it came time for me to write Lone Dog Road, the novel that had been percolating inside me for so long, it was only natural that I should set it in the land that had so touched my spirit and fired my imagination.

Soon enough you will have Lone Dog Road in your hands.  My solid and steady publisher, New World Library, has it scheduled for a March release, and this time that is rock solid.

It is my paean to our Western myth and the hard reality that lives beneath it, and the folks, Native and non-Native, who live, love, and struggle on this land that captures something so fundamental in our American spirit.

In the next few installments I will introduce you to some of these people.  I will also give you a look at the cover of the book as it evolves, because I love having you all involved in the process of the book’s creation.  After all, it was you by your voting and comments who gave me the title, Lone Dog Road.

And, lastly, I will offer you a way to sign up to be among the first to have Lone Dog Road as your book club selection, which will include a ZOOM visit with me and your group.

This has been a long time in coming, and it is going to be fun.

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“DRIVING MADELEINE”, “MAKE ME AN INSTRUMENT OF YOUR PEACE”, AND THE SLOW NICKEL

Whenever you enter into a professional field, you discover aspects of the craft that you never anticipated.

In my 35 years of writing I have had some strange Japanese fellow claim to be me on line (he may still be doing so, for all I know), a priest in New England literally lift passages from Letters to My Son and use them as his own in published sermons (I let it pass, much to the dismay of my more litigious and anti-Catholic friends), and seen a professor in the Philippines build a public following and develop his professional reputation around his thievery of my chapter on Marriage in Simple Truths.

But nothing has compared to the recent discovery that a highly popular French film, Driving Madeleine, currently showing around America as well, was a direct lifting of my story from Make Me an Instrument of your Peace about the time I picked up an elderly woman in my cab and drove her through her old neighborhood before dropping her off at a hospice.

To be fair, this story got cut loose from its point of origin in my book and set free on the internet, where it was often attributed to “anonymous” or claimed by various wannabe writers or inspirational bloggers. But, by and large, it was appropriately credited and became the one thing I’ve ever written that has “gone viral”, to use the parlance of a generation to which I do not belong.

“Aha,” I thought, when I first found out about the film.  ‘That’s my story.”  For once in my life I had dollar signs in my eyes and I was prepared to move to some South Sea island and spend my life smoking cigars and drinking Margaritas (“I said, ‘no salt, no salt'” for those of you in the know).

Alas, the legal Big Dogs said there is no case there. I would be squashed like a bug and drained of every penny I had. “You can’t copyright an idea,” they said. “You will be legal road kill.”

Now, there are many things I don’t want to be, and legal road kill is high on the list. So I have taken my dashed hopes and trudged back to my writing desk where I hunker down listening to the echo of my father and every other working stiff I have ever known who said, “Better the slow nickel than the quick dollar.” But it was a good fantasy while it lasted.

Now you can see for yourself what that fantasy was all about. Here’s the cab driving story: https://kentnerburn.com/the-cab-ride-ill-never-forget/.  And here’s the IMDB listing for Driving Madeleine:https://www.imdb.com/title/tt14586118/.  The trailer doesn’t show the ending at the nursing home, but, trust me, it’s there.

Oh well, life goes on.

Hunker, hunker.  Write, write.  Where’s that nickel?

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