Jon Hassler is no longer with us. I stumbled across his name yesterday in the “In Memoriam” column of Poets and Writers. My enjoyment of Jon’s novels is difficult to explain. His characters lived in small mid-western towns or, in the case of the Rookery series, a small mid-western college town, and struggled with issues familiar to most of us. He didn’t rely on hobbits, wizards, psychopaths, political intrigue or explicit sex.
I find myself looking more closely at the obituaries these days. This habit started, I believe, after the death of Strummer. I’ve discovered many people this way, including David Lavender and, more recently, Oakley Hall. Presumably, authors who happen to make it into the L.A. Times’ obituaries have managed to distinguish themselves to some extent and, in the cases above, there is something in the obituary that interests me enough to more research or read one of the deceased books. This is an admittedly morbid way of compiling a reading list. It has the advantage of identifying authors based not on this season’s buzz, but rather on the strength of their life’s work. In my case, though, I find myself looking beyond the author’s career for something more, some aspect of their life that that resonates with my interests or some indication – and in authors’ obituaries that have particularly intrigued me have done so because there was some other aspect of their life that did so. In David Lavender’s case, something in his story – growing up in Colorado, working in a mine and later as a rancher, attending Stanford and later Princeton, and finally settling in Ojai, CA where he taught high school English as the well known prep school, Thatcher School. Here was a “Western Writer” who had been there.
So there was Jon, listed right under Oakley Hall and Nuala O’Faolain. At least he’s in good company.