Carol Sklenicka is the author of “Raymond Carver: A Writer’s Life” - named one of the “Best 10 Books of 2009″ by The New York Times Book Review, and one of the best 100 books of the year by The San Francisco Chronicle, The Oregonian, The Seattle Times, and The Washington Post. To research the life of Raymond Carver, she studied archives and visited towns all over the United States and conducted hundreds of interviews with his relatives, friends, and colleagues. She lives with her husband, poet R. M. Ryan, near the Russian River in California.
I’d never written a biography when I began Raymond Carver: A Writer’s Life, so I set about researching the book by going to Yakima, Washington, the town where Carver grew up. That was almost twenty years ago.
I’d read somewhere about a Yakima newspaper editor who’d been in Carver’s high school class, and he gave me a list of people who might have known Ray. My several visits to Yakima were brief, but urgent. I didn’t want to miss any of the old Arkansawyers and sawmill workers who had known Carver’s parents, or any of Carver’s former schoolteachers. Some of his high school classmates, then in their sixties, were none too healthy themselves.
Like Carver, who died at the age of fifty in 1988, his friends had worked and partied hard. They were amazed by their old friend’s fame. And, like him, they were storytellers. Listening to and recording these people, I absorbed Carver’s childhood and youth. With their directions, I drove the country roads that Ray and his father had known in the 1940s and 1950s, and understood the loneliness and latent violence at the root of Carver’s famous short stories.
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I’d never written a biography when I began Raymond Carver: A Writer’s Life, so I set about researching the book by going to Yakima, Washington, the town where Carver grew up. That was almost twenty years ago.
I’d read somewhere about a Yakima newspaper editor who’d been in Carver’s high school class, and he gave me a list of people who might have known Ray. My several visits to Yakima were brief, but urgent. I didn’t want to miss any of the old Arkansawyers and sawmill workers who had known Carver’s parents, or any of Carver’s former schoolteachers. Some of his high school classmates, then in their sixties, were none too healthy themselves.
Like Carver, who died at the age of fifty in 1988, his friends had worked and partied hard. They were amazed by their old friend’s fame. And, like him, they were storytellers. Listening to and recording these people, I absorbed Carver’s childhood and youth. With their directions, I drove the country roads that Ray and his father had known in the 1940s and 1950s, and understood the loneliness and latent violence at the root of Carver’s famous short stories.
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