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Rogue River Journal: A Winter Alone

by John Daniel
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"In November of 2000, after the presidential election but before the final results were handed down by the Supreme Court, John Daniel climbed into his pickup, drove to a remote location in the Oregon's Rogue River Canyon, and quit civilization. The strictures set up were severe. No two-way human communication - not even with his wife - no radio, no music, not even his cat. He would isolate himself in a cabin sure to be snowed in soon after his arrival, intent on hearing no human voice but his own until spring thawed the road." Thoreau's Walden and Journals came with him for inspiration and instruction. Daniel would practice his domestic economy, meditate every day, and keep a journal, writing about the experience of solitude. But in addition to the mental and physical rigors of isolation, he intended to do spiritual work during his sojourn: to come to terms with his dead father, a charismatic union organizer during the heyday of the American labor movement, and to relive the troubled passage of his late teens and early twenties in the 1960s, when he dropped out of college, dithered over the military draft, and lived as a hippie in San Francisco and Portland. These narratives weave together, and the result, Rogue River Journal, is a memoir of the joys and tribulations of solitude, the mysteries of growing up, and the haunting legacies of a father.

Synopsis

In November of 2000, after the presidential election but before the results were handed down by the Supreme Court, John Daniel climbed into his pickup, drove to a cabin in the Red River Gorge, and quit civilization for a proscribed time. The strictures set up were severe: no two-way human communications, no radio, no music, no news, no clocks, and no calendars. The award-winning writer left his wife behind and moved into a cabin sure to be snowed-in just after his arrival, where he lived in complete isolation until spring, without even his cat as a companion.

He was intent on not hearing a human voice other than his own for the next six months. Thoreau's Journals were there, of course, for instruction and inspiration. In addition to the physical rigor of working in isolation, Daniel had assumed a hard spiritual task in deciding to live alone: to confront his now dead father. Rogue River Journal is the result, with writing as skilled as Jon Krakauer's—a remarkable memoir of both vivid present and past interwoven.

KLIATT

John Daniel has written eight books of nonfiction and poetry. Here he writes of his experience living in a small cabin in the Rogue River Valley in Oregon from November 2000 to March 2001 in complete solitude. He did this to see if he could survive without other humans and if his time alone would lead to purer reflections on his own life, on the life of his father, Franz Daniel, a labor organizer, and on nature and civilization—not a small task to accomplish in four months. While he took some safety precautions, including setting up a method to call in, but not talk, to his wife on a regular basis, he depended on himself for entertainment and inspiration. He raised vegetables, fished, and wrote about life with his parents, his relationship with his father, his experiences as a young man in the 1960s who dropped out of college, refused to be inducted into the army, worked as a lumberjack, and experimented with drugs, love and careers, until he became a writer. His observations about our culture, including the fact that he left before the 2000 Presidential election was decided, are always thoughtful, sometimes funny and self-deprecating and will keep you wondering how you would do, alone in the woods for four months.

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KLIATT - Nola Theiss

John Daniel has written eight books of nonfiction and poetry. Here he writes of his experience living in a small cabin in the Rogue River Valley in Oregon from November 2000 to March 2001 in complete solitude. He did this to see if he could survive without other humans and if his time alone would lead to purer reflections on his own life, on the life of his father, Franz Daniel, a labor organizer, and on nature and civilizationβ€”not a small task to accomplish in four months. While he took some safety precautions, including setting up a method to call in, but not talk, to his wife on a regular basis, he depended on himself for entertainment and inspiration. He raised vegetables, fished, and wrote about life with his parents, his relationship with his father, his experiences as a young man in the 1960s who dropped out of college, refused to be inducted into the army, worked as a lumberjack, and experimented with drugs, love and careers, until he became a writer. His observations about our culture, including the fact that he left before the 2000 Presidential election was decided, are always thoughtful, sometimes funny and self-deprecating and will keep you wondering how you would do, alone in the woods for four months.

Kirkus Reviews

A candid but polished sojourn into solitude and memory. Late in 2000, poet and essayist Daniel (Winter Creek, 2002, etc.) took himself deep into the backcountry of Oregon for a few months of solitude, to a cabin without electricity or neighbors, tucked into a canyon with forested slopes. The Rogue River slid by within earshot, and there was a meadow to watch the comings and goings of wildlife. Daniel was there to see how he might grow, what he might learn, from the quietude, but he got distracted. The memory of his father, Franz Daniel, was a prime diversion and puzzle. Franz was an intellectual with rural roots, a union organizer of uncommon zeal and charisma, drawn to the ministry but more so to applied religion, social justice, decency-and the bottle. As Daniel goes about his distracted way-dueling with the turkey that's eating his garden goods, tendering a theory of grouse (they know when a human in their midst has a gun), reveling in the visit of a bobcat, coming to "love the little particularities of things, their jags and curves and rough or silky textures, the exactly this that they present"-he quarries his father's life, finding in it an enormous, nurturing good, even while the house he grew up in was one of drunkenness and anger. Then, too, his own life beckons, urging him to quit the fretting, "do what you're doing," live the moment. Still, he'll look long and hard at the path that has brought him to this juncture, his own strong and weak suits-the question of courage in all its ambiguity won't go begging in these pages-that brought into being whatever resources of attention and creative association he now possesses. Daniel's time alone is potent, a dilation on the amusementsand scorchings of the simple life, and a distillation of the strange, human group that was his family.

Book Details

Published
April 1, 2005
Publisher
Counterpoint
Pages
352
Format
Hardcover
ISBN
9781593760519

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