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|Follow the Character: Author Daniel Woodrell, April 15 at Augustana College|
|News/Features - Literature|
|Written by Jeff Ignatius|
|Thursday, 08 April 2010 08:59|
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One thing you might notice picking up Daniel Woodrell's novel Winter's Bone is how thin it is -- less than 200 pages.
And when you start reading, you might be struck that it's been carved incredibly lean. While relatively plainspoken, the sentences are dense, with a mix of dialect from the Ozarks and artfully turned idioms that feel instantly right. One has to sip Woodrell's language.
"I do like to make it apparent to the reader that you need to probably read everything," Woodrell said in a phone interview this week, promoting his reading at Augustana College on April 15. "'I won't put in any flab, but you have to read what's here' is kind of my deal with the reader. ... Pay attention to the sentences."
Dennis Lehane -- the author of the novels Gone, Baby, Gone, Mystic River, and Shutter Island, among others -- has called Woodrell "the least-known major writer in the country right now." His widest exposure was through the Ang Lee film Ride with the Devil, which was based on his 1987 Civil War-set novel Woe to Live on.
Winter's Bone has also been adapted for film, and it won the grand-jury prize for drama and the Waldo Salt Screenwriting Award at this year's Sundance film festival.
In both cases, Woodrell said, he's been fortunate that the filmmakers have been sensitive to his books, and haven't turned them into backwoods caricatures or clichés. "We get a good idea of who we're dealing with before we make these deals," he said of selling the rights to his books. "I'm very lucky. Very well-treated. The book is definitely present in both of them, and well-presented."
Simple Stories Full of Texture
Winter's Bone -- Woodrell's eighth book, published in 2006 -- begins: "Ree Dolly stood at break of day on her cold front steps and smelled coming flurries and saw meat."
"I like an opening that's dramatic but that also is suggestive of a lot of wrinkles to come -- things you might not predict," Woodrell said. (It's hard to top the first sentence of his short story "Night Stand," which Esquire published last year: "Pelham came away one night to find a naked man standing over his bed, growling.")
Ree is a 16-year-old who has to take care of her two younger brothers. Her mother is mentally ill: "Mom's morning pills turned her into a cat, a breathing thing that sat near heat and occasionally made a sound."
Jessup, Ree's meth-cooking father, has disappeared: "Walnuts were still falling when Ree saw him last. Walnuts were thumping to ground in the night like stalking footsteps of some large thing that never quite came into view, and Jessup had paced on this porch in a worried slouch, dented nose snuffling, lantern jaw smoked by beard, eyes uncertain and alarmed by each walnut thump."
The novel is propelled by a simple situation: If Jessup doesn't show up for his impending court date, Ree and her family will lose their home, because he put up the family property as bond. Ree has to find him.
The origin of Ree, Woodrell said, was seeing a teenage mother of two children in a grocery store, and wondering what it would be like to be saddled with all that responsibility at such a young age.
"I really just follow character," Woodrell said. "When I really feel that I'm connecting with a character -- it sounds a little mystical maybe -- it's almost like a musical tone or pitch or something. I feel pretty confident once I feel like everything I'm coming up with about the character is honest to the character."
But the hook -- the family's property being at stake -- didn't present itself initially. "I'd been writing on this for a little while when that entered into my mind," the author said. "That's what really made everything between all the characters gel for me as a storyteller. ...
"I didn't ever consider the other version to be quite right. I knew there was something missing. It was easy for me to chuck what needed to be chucked."
The book's premise is established efficiently in 12 pages, and it's evident that Woodrell is unsentimental about hacking away things unnecessary to the characters and the story. "I don't consider myself much of a plot guy," he said. "I really like pretty simple stories with a lot of texture."
Evocative shading is everywhere in Winter's Bone. Ree's Uncle Teardrop -- a "crank chef" himself, without "enough ear nub remaining to hang sunglasses on" because of a lab explosion -- tries to deter her from looking for her father in one early encounter that drips with menace but is driven by protectiveness: "Teardrop lurched from his chair and snatched Ree by the hair and pulled her head hard his way and yanked back so her throat was bared and her face pointed up. He ran his eyes into her like a serpent down a hole, made her feel his slither in her heart and guts, made her tremble. He jerked her head one way and another, then pressed a hand around her windpipe and held her still. He leaned his face to hers from above and nuzzled his melt against her cheek, nuzzled up and down, then slid his lips to her forehead, kissed her once and let go."
The novel is filled with country language and syntax from the mouths of characters, but even the unspoken prose is infused with the Ozarks -- where Woodrell was born and where he lives. "I try to have the omniscient narration sound like it also is familiar with this world," he said.