Annie Proulx has proved herself — with the unwieldy architecture of her novels Postcards and Accordion Crimes — to be something of a sucker for an over-ambitious structure. She’s at it again here. She prefaces her third volume of Wyoming stories with a quote from John Clay’s My Life on the Range: “On the surface,” Clay observed of the American west, “everything was lovely, but when you got into the inside circle you soon found out that the lines of demarcation were plainly marked.” This innocuous observation resonates for Proulx, you are led to understand as this book unfolds, because of that phrase “inside circle.” There are nine stories here, each of them hellish in different ways; the dust bowl, having been so many things to Proulx already, is here made to stand for her inferno.
She makes this more explicit than she needs to by interspersing her usual, surprising saddle-sore realism with two tales told by Satan — Stygian satires in which the Prince of Darkness, cast as an interior designer, dreams up new looks for eternal damnation. Leafing through the Guardian, and assisted by his secretary Duane Fork, the devil cooks up all kinds of torment: tsunamis, global warming and e-mail havoc, in which he is happy to see the world upstairs conspires. Down below, this being Proulx, he has particular fun with old cowboys, Butch Cassidy and the rest, “bowlegged men lollygagging near a boiling water hole” in Dis. He gets the Four Horsemen to ride them down, brand, rope and castrate them.
These two stories are unnecessary for a couple of reasons: the silly ironies scupper the tone of what is otherwise another gutsy, exact collection of tales and, moreover, the cartoon torments of hell are nothing compared to the daily lives Proulx depicts elsewhere with such a clear eye. Leaving aside those embarrassing intruders, though, and concentrating on what Proulx does as well as anyone — simple human misery, with highly local understanding, and singular description, there are plenty of vintage stories here.
She starts out, in Family Man, in that very real purgatory on earth, a western-themed retirement home, “furniture upholstered in fabrics with geometric ‘Indian’ designs, lampshades sporting buckskin fringe.” Ray Forkenbrock is a former horse-catcher and ranch-hand now spending his days looking at the high sierra in the distance. He has a family history to tell to his eager granddaughter with her tape recorder, but the history is not the mythology of western frontiersmen she hopes to be able to pass on to her children; it is a much nastier story of a father with four families in different corners of the state, and of half-forgotten sex crimes. In his 80s Ray still can’t handle it all, and neither can his granddaughter; “You’d think there would have been closure by now,” she observes.
But this is Wyoming, and there never is: “Everything you ever did or said kept pace with you right to the end.” This sense of a regional family, inbred and in denial, mostly silent about its past and its desires, is what makes Proulx’s state such an uncomfortable place to be. It’s what gave the authentic charge of transgression and pathos to Brokeback Mountain. The opening of Them Old Cowboy Songs makes all that plain: “There is a belief that pioneers came into the country, homesteaded, lived tough, raised a shoeless brood and founded ranch dynasties. Some did. But many more had short runs and were quickly forgotten.”
And there’s not much escape. The last story here is also the best, not least for its title, which might describe the collection as a whole: Tits-up in a Ditch. Dakotah believes she can get away from the life she’s been given by joining up, going to Iraq; she finds love there for a while with fellow female recruit, Marnie — a self-conscious counterpoint to Brokeback Mountain. But she has to come back of course, and home is every bit as much a war zone as where she has been; returning to familiar roads “she realized that every ranch she passed had lost a boy, lost them early and late, boys smiling, sure in their risks, healthy, tipped out of the current of life by liquor and acceleration, rodeo smashups, bad horses, deep irrigation ditches, tractor rollovers and ‘unloaded’ guns ...” This is the territory Proulx stakes out for herself. Who needs hell when you have Wyoming?
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