Edward Abbey & Friends, University of New Mexico (1956-1957) Ch. 5
“Long live literature and reading!” – Jimbo Forrest
“I’m not afraid to die” – Ralph Newcomb
“Sure a lot of noise here!” – Edward Abbey
Jimbo Forrest –
“I returned to Edward Abbey’s journals, edited into the book, “Confessions of a Barbarian”,
and decided to look in the index for Ralph Newcomb. A whole bunch of
things popped up, including the name of Ralph Newcomb’s wife, which was
Scotty (her maiden name was Eileen Scott). There are many references to
Ralph in this new book, so evidently he was a much better, longer
lasting friend of Ed than I had known or imagined. This “Barbarian” book of Ed’s brings back so many memories.
A week later, I have now finished Edward Abbey’s “Confessions of a Barbarian”.
There were dates listed for each of his entries. Of course, we also
knew, but he didn’t, the actual date of his death (March 14, 1989).
Whenever you have the time (ha, ha) I recommend you read this series of
diary entries. His literary works are one thing, and many have had
admiring reviews.
This actual diary of Ed’s reveals, to me, something different. He speaks
of his love for his wife (one after the other), and his children (one
after the other), and I don’t doubt his sincerity. However, what stands
out the most, to me, is extreme selfishness, which I believe, is a
(necessary?) aspect of fame, whether one is an actor or a writer. If
you give most of your energy to your family, you have little left for
self-aggrandizement.
If you read this book, you’ll see he spent an enormous amount of time in
his life being alone. In the desert, in the mountains. Almost until he
died. Not always alone; sometimes with Jack Loeffler and a limited few other close friends. However, he was seldom with any of his five wives or five children.
(Dead Horses & Sakred Kows)
To produce the many essays and novels that he did, Ed had to spend time alone, in the wilderness, without obligation to family.
He became a famous writer. He had an inner compulsion to observe,
think, and record his observations and thoughts via typewriter and then
to his books. The numerous families get short shrift.
I’m not criticizing or passing moral judgments, only passing on my
thoughts after reading this particular diary of his thoughts and
activities. What I see is extreme self-centeredness. He had much to
say, and took the time (from others) to say it. He was successful,
extremely so and, of course, is celebrated for it.
Thinking back, I remember one night when we went up to the Sandias
(Sandia Mountains) after my KOB Radio shift ended at midnight. It was
then, I believe, that Ralph Newcomb and Ed hoofed it up the mountain in
their cowboy boots. It was a dark (not stormy) night, but later with
moonlight. I almost had a fistfight with another radio announcer, Don
Brooks, and groups on both sides held us back. (That was another story
of that night. It had to do with my enthusiasm driving up the mountain,
honking my horn. Evidently, it woke Don’s baby.)
People
drank, sat around a bonfire, paired off, etc. The night was clear. I
was on an upper ledge with a woman named Carol. Down below, we heard
the sounds of couples making love in the open air. Dawn came, but I
will not divulge my activities with Carol that night. Still, there was a
lovely view from up on that ledge, looking down at the valley. I don’t
remember if I had to be at work that morning, or not.
Perhaps it was during that particular beer party in the Sandias that
someone used my camera to snap the attached photo. Front Row, left to
right: Ralph Newcomb, Jim Forrest, Edward Abbey. Back Row: Could this
be Malcolm Brown? I met Malcolm once, at one of many desert beer parties
(1954-55), and I don’t think ever again. (Kinlock Brown, the son of artist, sculptor, architect Malcolm Brown [1925-2003] verified that his father appears in that photo).”
Author’s Note –
Edward Abbey knew classic literature, and developed wide knowledge from
what he read. His personal life and strange career inclined him to
lonerism and bigotry. On the other hand, Ed intuitively knew that the
world could not support an ever-rising population. Most of his adult
life, Abbey spoke and wrote eloquently about and against the ruination
of wilderness and open space.
In Desert Solitaire Abbey wrote, “Wilderness. The word itself is music.
Wilderness, wilderness.... We scarcely know what we mean by the term,
though the sound of it draws all whose nerves and emotions have not yet
been irreparably stunned, deadened, numbed by the caterwauling of
commerce, the sweating scramble for profit and domination.”
Edward Abbey grew up during The Great Depression, on a near-subsistence farm in Home, Pennsylvania.
From personal experience, he knew the value of water, firewood and a
substantial garden. He often talked or wrote about his desire to go
back to the land and live a romantic, subsistence lifestyle. (For Ed, subsistence living also included using his old pickup truck for regular “beer runs” into town).
Jimbo Forrest (Postscript) –
“We
did definitely identify Malcolm Brown in that one picture taken “100
years ago”. I believe that was the only time I saw Malcolm. Circuitous
email route: Me to you, you to me, me to Jack Loeffler, Jack to you,
you online to Malcolm’s son, the son to you, and then you to me. It is
wonderful what we can do with on-line computers and the internet.
We have discovered a lot, beginning with an online ad from Amazon to me.
I saw a picture of Jack Loeffler’s book, “adventures with ED.” I
ordered it. Read it. I wrote to the publisher, trying to contact Jack.
They forwarded my letter to Jack; Jack answered. I did something, can’t
remember what… there was a big flash and then I was in contact with
your blog and you.
How did that happen?
The rest is recent history, including an obituary for the original
“Brave Cowboy”, Ralph Newcomb. My head is still spinning, trying to
integrate 1954 with now, and all the experiences between then and now.
As we say in Spanish, HÃjole!”
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