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194 pages, Hardcover
First published April 30, 2024
A horse stood in the middle of the road outside the assayer’s office the next morning. It was a sorrel in color and stood motionless in the morning light. Even from inside, twenty yards away, Al could see that something hung from the horse’s left eye…The horse didn’t move, only its breath quickened as Al approached. He could now see its left eye completely swollen shut, the socket encrusted with dried blood and dirt and bits of sagebrush. The right eye was also swollen closed and caked with wet and dried yellow mucus. The horse was blind.--------------------------------------
I like writing songs and for a while I got in a couple of good bands…I guess there’s something about being in a band, even a casino band, when it’s good it feels…I don’t know, I guess it’s like being on a team. It just feels good when everyone is working together and you’re doing a song you like. The noise of it, the sound, feels good, too. It gets inside you and maybe, in a way, you get inside it. You can just sorta disappear from everything, and at the end if people are clapping, well, that’s a plus.Al Ward is sixty-seven years old, and approaching the end of his rope. He is living in the bare-bones assayer’s office on a spent mining claim he had inherited. It is freezing. Out of the blue one night he is faced with two problems. First, figure out if the damaged horse that has taken up residence outside his very humble abode is actually real, and second, what to do about it should he conclude it is not a product of his imagination. He is thirty miles from the nearest human contact. He is comms free and there is a real question whether the ancient car on the property can be teased into running.
It wasn’t the suits or the adulation that came from being onstage that attracted him. Nor the idea of money or fame. It was that when they played, he disappeared. When they played, suddenly Al wasn’t Al anymore. He was transported inside the noise and rhythm and melody and story. It was as though suddenly he understood that just by a song playing he was able to vanish from himself.The boyfriend seals Al’s smittenness a month later by gifting him with a 1959 Telecaster and Fender amp. A life in music begins.
Where I started is the idea of why nobody quits. They keep playing regardless of their success or lack thereof. They just play in different kinds of bands, or they play whatever gigs they can get and they get old. Why does a guy keep chasing art? Or why does a guy keep writing songs when no one really cares about his songs? Why does a person write novels when they never get published? I was interested in that. - from the Oregon Arts Watch interviewWhat is it to be a working-class musician? To be a member of many bands, to be good, pretty good, but never good enough or lucky enough to make the big time? It is a hardscrabble existence, as Al struggles to scrape by, just like most of the people he knows and works with. Willy Vlautin is one of our best living authors. He writes beautifully about downscale characters facing real-world problems. His vibrant writing is where damaged, working-class characters come to be brought to life. Comparisons to Steinbeck are well-deserved. He has played this venue before, in his prior six novels, showing us lives roughly lived, a boxer, an Iraq War casualty, a nursing home attendant, a nurse, a teenage stable worker, high-school-dropout brothers, a soon-to-be-evicted woman gentrified into a lower ring of hell, and plenty more. They have hard lives, but Vlautin also sees the beauty in determination, kindness, the instances of caring and generosity, the spells of love that will touch your heart. These are bright lights in what can be a grim landscape.
It wasn’t until I read Carver’s stories that I realised you could write about the lives of beat-up, working-class Americans like the ones I saw around me in Reno. I wrote my first novel, The Motel Life, for all the guys I knew who didn’t read novels. I wanted to write a book you could read when you were dog-tired after a day’s work: short and really intense. - from The Guardian interviewWe tour Al’s romantic relationships, his great attractions and loves, his heartbreaks, successes and failures, and his ongoing battle with the bottle.
My nerves seem like they’ve always been shot and that don’t look like it’ll ever go away. And since my early twenties I’ve never been able to completely quit drinking. That motherfucker has always been around my neck and I’ve…I’ve never really been at ease anywhere. At least not for very long. Even running away, even out here, I couldn’t escape that. Even when I was in love.”Inspirational fodder for the novel comes from many places, not least Willy’s own life as a musician. The horse arose from a specific incident. He was traveling with a buddy when they came across a blind mustang in the middle of nowhere. A few days later they drove by an abandoned mining claim with only one structure that had not been shot up, and which showed signs of recent residence. At the time, Willy was thinking about packing it in with writing songs and stories, and this seemed like place he might like to hide out for a while.
I was like 45 at that point why I was still doing art like like why was I still writing songs obsessively when arguably you know there's no reason to so I kind of put those two together and started thinking about uh the life of a musician and and why I write songs his whole life why did I write songs my whole life um so it all kind of started there. - from the Poisoned Pen interviewWhile Al, and presumably Willy, did not get into the music biz for fame or riches, there are some characters here are of a different sort. It makes for a nice series of counterpoints.
I tried and tried and I disappeared into myself as hard as I could and suddenly it was there. Beauty.Review posted - 4/25/25
Born and raised in Reno, Nevada, Willy Vlautin is the author of seven novels and is the founder of the bands Richmond Fontaine and The Delines. Vlautin started writing stories and songs at the age of eleven after receiving his first guitar. Inspired by songwriters and novelists like Paul Kelly, Willie Nelson, Tom Waits, William Kennedy, Lucia Berlin, and John Steinbeck, Vlautin works diligently to tell working class stories in his novels and songs.Last I saw he was editing his next book, tentatively titled Russell and Eddie
Vlautin has been the recipient of three Oregon Book Awards, The Nevada Silver Pen Award, and was inducted into the Nevada Writers Hall of Fame and the Oregon Music Hall of Fame. He was a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Award and was shortlisted for the International Dublin Literary Award. Three of his novels, The Motel Life, Lean on Pete, and The Night Always Comes have been adapted as films. His novels have been translated into fourteen languages. Vlautin teaches at Pacific University’s MFA in Writing program and lives near Portland, Oregon with his wife, dog, cats, and horses.
Al grabbed his guitar and the notebook of songs he’d written for Rex and sat at the kitchen table and sang them. “When the Clock Strikes Three and I’m Not Home”; “The Only Way I Know Is Down”; “At a Pay Phone in Baltimore”; “There’s a War Inside Me”; “Hard Times in Easy Town”; “I Hit It Big but It Hit Back Bigger (Now I’m Hitchhiking Home)”; “The Casino Robbery”; “The Big-time Swindle Shakedown”; “Loving Under Red Lights”; “Rundown Raquel’s Hiding in a Room at the Riverside”; “Hard Living, Hard Drinking, Hard Times”; “The Night Connie Came to Room 33.”Now, you might be wondering where “The Horse” comes in. Well, Al meets the horse very late in life, and though the horse doesn’t have what I’d call a “starring role” in the book, it is significant. And that’s all I’ll say about that. This is a terrific novel. And not only is Willy Vlautin a seasoned author, he’s also a seasoned singer/songwriter in his own right. While writing seven novels, he and his bands recorded 14 studio albums. I’d say that makes him uniquely qualified to have written this book!😉
'We want to be Simon & Garfunkel but punk rock and pissed off.'