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Inspiring Artists: Ken Kesey & Sometimes a Great Notion

Because I am a writer, people often ask, “What is your favorite book?” And thus begins an If You Give a Mouse a Cookie situation: Because I am a writer, I love to read (or perhaps it is more accurate to say, because I love to read, I am writer), and because I love to read, I love a great many books. Because I love a great many books, I struggle to give a succinct answer to that question, and because I struggle with that question, people walk away from our conversation with a stew of titles from a vast majority of genres and probably very little idea what books have influenced me as a writer, and because they have very little idea of what books have influenced me, they probably have an unclear idea of what sort of writings I actually author. Therefore, I would like to begin sharing with you not only the books that have inspired me as a writer and an artist but also movies, music, and other forms of art that spark for me.

So, to kick it off, there are several books that I nearly always name, and the one that nearly always comes up first is Ken Kesey’s Sometimes a Great Notion. Though not as well-known as One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, this experimental, epic novel has inspired me more.

On the face of it, Notion is about the struggles that the Stampers, an Oregon logging family, face as they come under increasing pressure to change their operation and unionize. Against that broader external conflict, long-smoldering resentments and longings within the family come to a head. At the heart of these tensions is the rivalry between Leland Stamper and his older brother Hank. In the balance hangs the future of the logging operation, the love of Hank’s wife, Vivian, and the pride, independence, and internal fortitude of both men.

The first time I read the novel, I was in high school and had never encountered anything as experimental. Kesey weaves together strands of third-person narrative with direct streams-of-consciousness from multiple characters, switching between the main story and flashbacks and character perspectives without notice beyond shifts in font (from regular font to italics to parentheses and back, for example). Major characters and minor characters alike break into the main narrative to offer their thoughts and opinions, though we don’t always know who is speaking. If this sounds confusing, it is, at least at first. I came close to giving up on the book that first time through, but something pulled me along, a thrumming, urgent insistency though the story unfolds slowly. As I learned and have tried to explain to everyone to whom I have recommended Notion, it is a book that teaches you to read it, and by the end, I am always so swept up in the drama of the tale that I feel my way through those point of view and tense shifts without a hitch. In fact, the experimental nature of the book serves the story, making it more nuanced, sweeping, and specific all at the same time.

Each time I read the novel, I am struck by a deeper and deeper appreciation for the techniques Kesey used — the plot drives along, relentless, unyielding, until the reader is begging the characters to “Stop!” or “Just say something, anything, that is true and honest and meaningful right now!” The slippery perspective and timeline add layers upon layers of richness to that plot as we see how years of family history — generations of it — and myriad and often myopic individual experiences have brought everyone in the Stamper family to the brink. Further, the novel captures Oregon logging company with depth and breadth, taking the reader inside the landscapes and culture of the place like all great deep maps of place do.

Because the book requires more of its reader than passive consumption, it engages me on a profound level, leaving me feeling as if I have experienced not only Hank’s story or Leland’s or Viv’s, but all of them along with countless others. There is no doubt in my mind that Sometimes a Great Notion inspired me to write my own stories about family, belonging, and place. That my first book is deeply place-based in Wyoming’s Red Desert and focuses on the challenges faced by a long-time ranching family as the two grown brothers fall in love with the same woman comes as no surprise. That is not to say that my work is derivative of Kesey’s — our stories are different, and while my style owes homage to Notion, it is not an imitation of his but something of my own making. Our themes also differ, though I’ll leave it to readers to parse that out and see if they agree with me. But Kesey’s novel grabbed me when I fifteen and has never let me go entirely. It is a part of me now, one of the many shifting voices in my own head that pushes me to find my own true, authentic voice and to tell true, authentic stories with it. Only Ken Kesey could have written Sometimes a Great Notion, and I hope that my own work rises to that same great standard.

Waiting for a New Season

Every November is National Novel Writing Novel Month, or NaNoWrMo. The goal of the event is to write a 50,000 word novel in four weeks. I feel like I just completed the opposite of that, which was to cut 77,000 words from my novel in five weeks. Using the strategies I wrote about last month was effective, and I got the novel to under 100,000 words. That makes it a 350 page manuscript, double-spaced in Word in Times New Roman font.

Now I am headed back into sending the novel to agents and waiting to hear what they think. This is perhaps the hardest part of the writing game for me. Writing new material sometime comes easily, but even when it doesn’t, it is an active process. Cutting the novel back so substantially involved questioning every chapter, scene, page, sentence, and word I’ve written over the last ten years, and that was challenging. But it was focused and tangible. Waiting, on the other hand, involves letting things go, letting them be, and admitting that I have no more control over the outcome. 

I think this is a tricky practice for all of us, no matter the specific application. We apply for jobs and then have to wait. We go to medical appointments and get labs drawn and then have to wait. We send that email or text, make that phone call, leave that message, and then have to wait. We schedule that vacation and then have to wait. And waiting can feel like slowly going mad, if we keep thinking about the potential results. 

So, what I’m trying to figure out is how to let waiting be a process of becoming, of drawing inward and trying to recommit to the present moment. I am working on a second novel, and though the brainstorming and planning is slower than I would like, I am curious to see where it takes me. I am trying to let it show me the way into it. 

I am riding my horse in the indoor arena at the barn where I keep her and waiting for spring, trying to concentrate each time on the exercises we practice, to see how much progress we can make during this fallow period rather than longing for rides in the hills. I am smelling woodsmoke on the wind and trying to appreciate the taste of cold on my tongue instead of counting the days until a true thaw. 

So it feels right to me, then, to be sending my first novel to agents at this time of year, when we can almost imagine that winter will indeed end but before we can feel spring in our bones. What comes next is a new season.