It won’t take long now, Daniel Baciagalupo believed. And whenever he found that first sentence, there would be someone in his life the writer dearly desired to read it to!
“Legally or not, and with or without proper papers,” Danny wrote, “Angel Pope had made his way across the Canadian border to New Hampshire.”
It’s okay, the writer thought, but it’s not the beginning-the mistaken idea that Angel had crossed the border comes later.
“In Berlin, the Androscoggin dropped two hundred feet in three miles; two paper mills appeared to divide the river at the sorting gaps in Berlin,” Danny wrote. “It was not inconceivable to imagine that young Angel Pope, from Toronto, was on his way there.”
Yes, yes-the writer thought, more impatiently now. But these last two sentences were too technical for a beginning; he thumbtacked these sentences to the wall alongside the other lines, and then added this sentence to the mix: “The carpet of moving logs had completely closed over the young Canadian, who never surfaced; not even a hand or one of his boots broke out of the brown water.”
Almost, Daniel Baciagalupo thought. Immediately, another sentence emerged-as if Twisted River itself were allowing these sentences to bob to the surface. “The repeated thunk-thunk of the pike poles, poking the logs, was briefly interrupted by the shouts of the rivermen who had spotted Angel’s pike pole-more than fifty yards from where the boy had vanished.”
Fine, fine, Danny thought, but it was too busy for a beginning sentence; there were too many distractions in that sentence.
Maybe the very idea of distractions distracted him. The writer’s thoughts leapt ahead-too far ahead-to Ketchum. There was something decidedly parenthetical about the new sentence. “(Only Ketchum can kill Ketchum.)” Definitely a keeper, Danny thought, but most definitely not first-chapter material.
Danny was shivering in his writing shack. The fire in the wood-stove was taking its time to heat the little room. Normally, Danny was chopping a hole in the ice and hauling a couple of buckets of water out of the bay while the writing shack was warming up; this morning, he’d skipped the chopping and the hauling. (Later in this glorious day, he would have Lady Sky to help him with the chores.)
Just then, without even trying to think of it-in fact, at that moment, Daniel Baciagalupo had reached out to rub Hero behind the dog’s good ear-the first sentence came to him. The writer felt it rising into view, as if from underwater; the sentence came into sight the way that apple-juice jar with his dad’s ashes had bobbed to the surface, just before Ketchum shot it.
“The young Canadian, who could not have been more than fifteen, had hesitated too long.”
Oh, God-here I go again-I’m starting! the writer thought.
He’d lost so much that was dear to him, but Danny knew how stories were marvels-how they simply couldn’t be stopped. He felt that the great adventure of his life was just beginning-as his father must have felt, in the throes and dire circumstances of his last night in Twisted River.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
SPECIAL THANKS TO THESE CHEFS AND RESTAURATEURS FOR their time and expertise: Bonnie Bruce at Up for Breakfast in Manchester, Vermont; Ray Chen and Christal Siewertsen at The Inn at West View Farm in Dorset, Vermont; Georges Gurnon and Steve Silvestro at Pastis Express in Toronto; Cheryl and Dana Markey at Mistral’s in Winhall, Vermont.
My appreciation to these friends and relations, and various expert readers of earlier drafts of the manuscript; they also assisted me with my research: in New Hampshire, Bill Altenburg, Bayard Kennett, John Yount; in Vermont, David Calicchio, Rick Kelley; in Ontario, James Chatto, Dean Cooke, Don Scale, Marty Schwartz, Helga Stephenson.
In addition, to my wife, Janet, and my son Everett, to whom I read aloud the first draft of the manuscript; to two full-time assistants, Alyssa Barrett and Emily Copeland, who transcribed and proofread all the drafts; and to my editor and copy editor, Amy Edelman-un abbràccio.
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Chatto, James. “Host Story.” Toronto Life, January 2006.
Gove, Bill. Log Drives on the Connecticut River. Littleton, N.H.: Bondcliff Books, 2003.
Gove, Bill. Logging Railroads Along the Pemigewasset River. Littleton, N.H.: Bondcliff Books, 2006.
Pinette, Richard E. Northwoods Heritage: Authentic Short Accounts of the Northland in Another Era. Colebrook, N.H.: Liebl Printing Company, 1992.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JOHN IRVING published his first novel, Setting Free the Bears, in 1968. He has been nominated for a National Book Award three times-winning once, in 1980, for the novel The World According to Garp. He also received an O. Henry Award, in 1981, for the short story “Interior Space.”
In 1992, Mr. Irving was inducted into the National Wrestling Hall of Fame in Stillwater, Oklahoma. In 2000, he won the Oscar for Best Adapted Screenplay for The Cider House Rules-a film with seven Academy Award nominations. In 2001, he was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
Last Night in Twisted River is John Irving’s twelfth novel. www.John-Irving.com
