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The Oregon experiment : a novel
Performing field research in his job as a university professor, Oregon newcomer Scanlon Pratt becomes involved with an anarchist and a local secessionist movement, affiliations that are compromised by divided loyalties and the birth of his first child.
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Interview: Novelist Keith Scribner Personalizes the Politics of Secessionism in The Oregon Experiment
Keith Scribner’s most recent novel, The Oregon Experiment,1 personalizes the politics of secessionism. Scanlon and Naomi Pratt are Easterners who have recently moved to small-town Oregon, where he has taken a job as a professor specializing in domestic radical and mass movements; she is a professional “nose” (perfume designer) who has lost her sense of smell. Their relocation is an act of reinvention, he finding abundant local research material and her nose reawakened by new western scents. However, reinvention soon threatens their marriage when the lives of Scanlon’s research subjects—Clay, an anarchist who loathes him but is drawn to his wife, and Sequoia, a sensuous secessionist who attracts the professor—become intertwined with theirs. Set against the background of local protests against state and federal authorities that are redolent of dynamics in the contemporary State of Jefferson secessionist movement, The Oregon Experiment, as enthusiastically reviewed in the San Francisco Chronicle, “makes the potential cultural and economic independence of Cascadia worth pondering rather than snickering at...” In an interview with the editor of this issue of HJSR, Scribner, who is a professor of English and Creative Writing at Oregon State University, elaborates on how the State of Jefferson influenced The Oregon Experiment.
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Vermont's liquid gold
When the Maxwells couldn't pay up, they settled their account with maple syrup. They were customers of my grandparents' heating-oil service in northern Vermont. My grandfather delivered the oil, and my grandmother kept the books; when he died, she was left to close out the business. This was the North Country around Lake Memphremagog, the last exit on I-91 before the Canadian border, where plenty of farmers and people who work in the woods come up short every month. Tapping sugar maples is a common way to supplement income, and this was the case with the Maxwells, who had a sizable outstanding bill when my grandfather died. The Maxwells made a proposal: They would pay the balance over time in Vermont's liquid gold. Around the time my parents divorced, the Maxwells' bill was settled. But my grandmother, who grew up the youngest of nine in the Great Depression, and who thought paying the price for a pint of Ben & Jerry's was as wasteful as lighting cigars with $100 bills, shipped us gallons of syrup at a hefty cost as we spread around the country and the world. She sent it to me in college, where I took small jarfuls to the dining hall to pour over pancakes. She sent me syrup in Montana and Japan. When my brother was stationed in the Korean DMZ, he poured syrup made from sap that ran only a few miles from our father's boyhood home.
Newspaper Article
Stuck Together
Scribner talks about when a bill was paid in maple syrup, thus a family tradition was born. When the Maxwell, couldn't pay up, they settled their account with maple syrup. They were customers of his grandparents' heating-oil service in northern Vermont. His grandfather delivered the oil, and his grandmother kept the books; when he died, she was left to close out the business.
Magazine Article
Stuck Together
When the Maxwells couldn't pay up, they settled their account with maple syrup. They were customers of my grandparents' heating-oil service in northern Vermont. My grandfather delivered the oil, and my grandmother kept the books; when he died, she was left to close...
Newspaper Article