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Displaced Flames fan · 08-10-2009, 12:27 PM

In the category of Writer team Historyectomy is proud to select Norman Maclean.

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Born in Clarinda, Iowa on 23 January 1902, Maclean was the son of the Rev. John Maclean, a ScottishPresbyterianminister, who managed much of the education of the young Norman and his brother Paul until 1913. The family relocated to Missoula, Montana in 1909. The following years were a considerable influence on and inspiration to his writings, appearing prominently in the short story The Woods, Books, and Truant Officers (1977), and semi-autobiographical novella A River Runs Through It (1976).

Maclean attended Dartmouth, where he preceded Theodor Geisel (perhaps a future draftee) as editor of the Dartmouth Jack-O-Lantern comedy magazine. He went on to the University of Chicago where he earned a masters and PhD in literature.

Later in life, at the encouragement of family, Maclean began to write down many of the stories he told of his Montana youth. He published A River Runs Through It and Other Stories in 1976 and was nominated for a Pulitzer prize.

His other works include: Young Men and Fire and USFS 1919: The Ranger, The Cook and a Hole in the Sky.

He's probably my favorite author and it's largely because I relate to the subject matter. He was certainly a poet as evidenced by the famous last lines of A River Runs Through It which was spoken so eloquently by Robert Redford in the closing scene of the film adaptation. It gives me goose bumps every time I read it or hear Redford verbalize it.

"Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. "

08-10-2009, 12:27 PM	#173
Displaced Flames fan Franchise Player Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: Kalispell, Montana Exp:	In the category of Writer team Historyectomy is proud to select Norman Maclean. wikiness... Born in Clarinda, Iowa on 23 January 1902, Maclean was the son of the Rev. John Maclean, a ScottishPresbyterianminister, who managed much of the education of the young Norman and his brother Paul until 1913. The family relocated to Missoula, Montana in 1909. The following years were a considerable influence on and inspiration to his writings, appearing prominently in the short story The Woods, Books, and Truant Officers (1977), and semi-autobiographical novella A River Runs Through It (1976). Maclean attended Dartmouth, where he preceded Theodor Geisel (perhaps a future draftee) as editor of the Dartmouth Jack-O-Lantern comedy magazine. He went on to the University of Chicago where he earned a masters and PhD in literature. Later in life, at the encouragement of family, Maclean began to write down many of the stories he told of his Montana youth. He published A River Runs Through It and Other Stories in 1976 and was nominated for a Pulitzer prize. His other works include: Young Men and Fire and USFS 1919: The Ranger, The Cook and a Hole in the Sky. He's probably my favorite author and it's largely because I relate to the subject matter. He was certainly a poet as evidenced by the famous last lines of A River Runs Through It which was spoken so eloquently by Robert Redford in the closing scene of the film adaptation. It gives me goose bumps every time I read it or hear Redford verbalize it. "Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. " __________________ I am in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection, but with Montana it is love." - John Steinbeck Last edited by Displaced Flames fan; 08-10-2009 at 07:47 PM.