North Bay authors surface for a new season of books

By Greg Cahill, Paula Harris, Patrick Sullivan and David Templeton

IN A TIME when gigantic international conglomerates use multimillion-dollar marketing schemes to sell factories full of books that quickly turn into movies, video games, Web pages, and T-shirt vending opportunities, it’s easy to forget that some folks are still doing things the old-fashioned way. But sure enough, here comes another crop of offerings from North Bay authors. For the most part, these are folks who don’t have contracts with Bertelsmann/Simon & Schuster/ Amazon (or whatever the combination is this week). But what they miss in marketing they usually make up for in local color, unusual visions, and offbeat interests–not to mention enough raw talent to put us above our legal limits as a region.

Sarah Andrews An Eye for Gold (Minotaur; $24.95)

FEW WRITERS can evoke the beautiful but murderous environment of the rocky American desert as well as Sarah Andrews, who teaches geology at Sonoma State University. In An Eye for Gold, the sixth in a series of environmental whodunits featuring the conflicted “forensic geologist” Em Hansen, Andrews outdoes herself, delivering her juiciest rock-writing yet, as Em takes a case that leads across Utah and Nevada–and straight down into the bowels of the earth.

At the close of Andrews’ last book, Bonehunter, Em had fallen in love with a hunky Mormon cop–a creationist, of all people! At the start of the new novel, Andrews’ contemplative heroine is mulling over the cop’s marriage proposal when she allows herself to be lured into a case involving a bogus mining operation and a very dead body. As always, the frequent scientific descriptions are crisp and clear, but it’s the ever-intriguing Hansen who keeps those pages turning.–D.T.

Marsha Diane Arnold The Bravest of Us All (Dial Press; $15.99)

“WHEN MY SISTER Velma Jean was ten, there was nothin’ she was afraid of. Well, almost nothin’. Of us seven brothers and sisters, she was the bravest of us all.” So begins Marsha Diane Arnold’s emotionally complex new picture book, The Bravest of Us All, featuring the rich and evocative illustrations of Brad Sneed. Arnold–who lives in Sebastopol–has fashioned a reputation as the writer of children’s books that adults can’t wait to read aloud to their kids and grandkids, books like Heart of a Tiger, The Pumpkin Runner, and The Chicken Salad Club. While these earlier works explore the relationships that children have with their parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents, the new book shows the sometimes resentment-filled love that young sisters often share. Set in the Depression-era Midwest, the story gives us the wild-eyed Velma Jean, a sister who seems to be afraid of nothing–even “biting catfish”–and the other sister, whose loyalty and love, while a bit less flashy than Velma Jean’s derring-do, are as deeply rooted and ultimately every bit as heroic.–D.T.

Gina Berriault The Great Petrowski (Thumbprint Press; $14.95)

DEATH deprived the world last year of a writer the New York Times once hailed for sentences that were “jewel-box perfect.” Gina Berriault, a Sausalito resident and PEN/Faulkner prize winner, left behind this beautifully written fable for children of all ages about a singing parrot that sets out to save his native rainforest through opera. It takes about an hour to read and leaves one with a lingering impression of the author’s quiet presence.–G.C.

Richard Blair, photographs; Kathleen Goodwin, text Point Reyes Visions (Color & Light Editions; $45)

FOG-SHROUDED HILLS. Fishing boats anchored in the cool blue waters of Tomales Bay. Rotting barn wood that seems to sprout miraculously from the dark, damp earth. These images evoke the untamed nature of the Point Reyes peninsula, captured in striking beauty by photographer Richard Blair and writer Kathleen Goodwin, the husband-and-wife team responsible for this museum-quality art book that showcases the place they have called home since 1988. The wildlife, the people, the landmarks, the rugged spirit of this place that attracts travelers from throughout the world and holds local residents under its spell, all are displayed here in the pages of this elegant collection of photographs and essays.–G.C.

Ellen Boneparth Death at the Olive Press (Self-published; $25)

ELLEN BONEPARTH is a former U.S. diplomat to Greece. Now a part-time resident of Santa Rosa, Boneparth spends her summers on a small Greek Island, where her home is . . . an olive press. An ancient edifice that has been fully restored, the olive press has now also become her inspiration. Death at the Olive Press is not the Agatha Christie knockoff the title suggests. With simple, uncluttered prose and authentic-sounding dialogue, the author weaves a tale of Alexis Davidoff, an expatriate American who attempts to restore an old olive press while enduring harassment from a handful of unfriendly locals. When she is framed for murder, Alexis fights to save her own life and keep her adopted home.–D.T.

William P. Brothers The Sabbatical (Vantage Press; $18.95)

SEX, LIES, and ruthless ambition mingle with surprisingly tedious results in The Sabbatical, Cloverdale author William Brothers’ acerbic take on life in the Ivory Tower. Set in the bizarre world of the Institute for Human Affairs, a Southern California think tank full of pugnacious and eccentric researchers, the book focuses on a young graduate student named Peter Parsons who hatches a brilliant plot to get grant money to take a leisurely sabbatical in Spain. Things don’t go according to plan, of course, but both Parson and the reader learn plenty about the underside of academic life along the way. The Sabbatical fools you: the story starts out in a lively and entertaining fashion, but the author heaps on long and complicated passages expounding his views on academic intrigue, and slowly the plot grinds to a crawl under this weight.–P.S.

David G. Dodd and Diana Spaulding, Editors The Grateful Dead Reader (Oxford University Press; $25)

SCRIBES HAVE spilled a lot of ink in praise of the Grateful Dead, the quintessential hippie band. Dodd and Spaulding, a husband-and-wife authorial team hailing from Petaluma, scoop up the best of the lot, for the most part (aside from a long-winded bit of hype from Dead publicist Dennis McNally), in a transcendent anthology that says as much about American popular culture as it does about this beloved band of psychedelicized troubadours and the legion of misfits that followed them. Authors include Tom Wolfe, Richard Brautigan, the late music critic Ralph Gleason, Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter, and BAM editor Blair Jackson, who writes about the dark side of the Deadhead phenomenon.–G.C.

Gerald Haslam Straight White Male (University of Nevada Press; $17)

THE TITLE tells you much of what you need to know about this novel’s protagonist. Now a middle-aged college professor living comfortably amid the money-green hills of tony Mill Valley, Leroy Upton grew up a world away, in a working-class neighborhood in sun-blasted Bakersfield, where his father worked as an oil-field roughneck. But surprise: the boy can pull himself out of the oil fields, but the oil fields just don’t come out of the boy. As Upton’s comfortable life starts to crumble under a variety of pressures–his once invincible father is stricken with senility, and his mother wrestles with mental illness–he begins to come to grips with his own past, including his still deeply felt resentment over his wife’s youthful indiscretions. Haslam (who lives in Penngrove) paints a compellingly vivid contrast between the rough-and-tumble world of his protagonist’s childhood–which is described in a series of flashbacks–and the modern reality of the Bay Area, which in Upton’s eyes is sprouting a bumper crop of expensive cars and pretentious assholes who consume far too much mocha cappuccino. If this sounds a bit like a story that’s been told before, that’s because it has. But Haslam redeems the clichés with his usual eye for detail and compassionate understanding of human frailty.–P.S.

Leza Lowitz Yoga Poems: Lines to Unfold By (Stone Bridge Press; $14.95)

CALL IT A TWIST of fate. On a certain winter evening five years ago–shortly after moving to Northern California after a five-year residence in Japan–North Bay poet Leza Lowitz was patiently enduring Downward Facing Dog (a torturously demanding hatha yoga position) when a single line of poetry materialized in her mind: “Within my body, there’s a city.” The line reminded Lowitz of her beloved Tokyo and thus gave some comfort. By the end of the session, she’d found other lines, and a poem–appropriately titled “Downward Facing Dog”–was born. She didn’t know it yet, but that was the beginning of a book.

Yoga Poems, illustrated by Anja Borgstrom, is a unique series of poems inspired by various yoga positions and the insights of Lowitz’s own yoga practice. Marked by Lowitz’s serenely calm, confident craftmanship, the collection provides a rich, subtle, emotionally affecting experience that, while obviously appealing to yoga practitioners, also deserves the attention of a much wider audience.–D.T.

Carista Luminare-Rosen Parenting Begins before Conception (Healing Arts Press; $16.95)

IF THE FOLKS at Hallmark ever get hold of Parenting Begins before Conception, we’ll surely see a whole spate of pre-Mother’s Day cards for women who might not officially be mommies for years but are actively preparing their minds and spirits for eventual mommyhood. According to the sure-to-be controversial new book by Petaluma-based holistic prenatal counselor Carista Luminare-Rosen, the parenting process begins, as the title says, “before conception.” Way, way before. An important part of the author’s view is that we’ve all met before in past lives and are now swapping parenting positions (“You were the baby in our last lifetime, so I’ll be the baby this time”) to express each other’s divine natures in human form. Mixing spiritual philosophy with practical everyday advice (from the ins and outs of glands and hormones to the finer points of building financial security), Parenting is like no parenting book you’ve ever read.–D.T.

Ken Mansfield The Beatles, the Bible and Bodega Bay: My Long and Winding Road (Broadman & Holman; $24.99)

DURING the heyday of the Fab Four, Bodega Bay resident Ken Mansfield lived the dream of every Beatlemaniac–he worked for the band as U.S. manager of Apple Records. This book recounts some of his experiences. It also shares space (in alternating chapters) with meditations on God and the sea. In his intro, Mansfield–who now runs a small gift shop with his wife–posits that those who skip the biblical reflections will be eating the lettuce and tossing out the meat patty from this metaphorical sandwich. Beatles fans may see it differently. Overall, info-starved fans will find a few interesting tales–especially the tennis match between Mansfield and New York lawyer-turned- Beatles business manager Allen Klein, waged to decide the fate of Mansfield’s job–but little substantive news about the band members (Mansfield obviously was closest to Ringo, who carried little weight in the band’s body politic) or their tangled business dealings. And, oddly, for all his soul searching, Mansfield reveals little about his own demons.–G.C.

Megan McDonald Judy Moody (Candlewick Press; $15.99)

“JUDY MOODY was in a mood. Not a good mood. A bad mood.” The starting paragraph of Megan McDonald’s new mini-novel is so compelling and perfect that the publisher decided to start the story right on the front cover. Judy Moody, illustrated by Peter Reynolds, is the story of a third-grader with a creative mind and a cranky attitude. Watch out: she’s even snipped actual holes in the book’s paper jacket. McDonald–a Sebastopol author with over 15 kids’ books to her credit–has created a potential superhero in Judy, a girl so focused on becoming a doctor (because it’s gross!) that she’s already started collecting Band-Aids–and scabs. She performs operations on her dolls. She tries her darnedest to frighten poor Frank Pearl, who eats paste. The simple plot centers on Judy’s first major school assignment: assembling a collage of pictures that represent Judy Moody. “It’s a Me Collage,” she says. The simple project sends Judy on a complicated inner journey of personal discovery–sort of–that by the end of this charming, very funny book has gone a long way toward changing Judy Moody’s infamous mood.–D.T.

Jessel Miller Mustard: Lessons from Old Souls (Self-published; $24)

THIS LATEST children’s book in the Mustard series by Jessel Miller, a Napa art gallery owner, is a preachy-sweet tome about a contented, ecologically correct couple named Mustard and River who become new parents to twins named Meadow and Forest. Each oversized page teaches lessons about the power of nature and community values. The peaceful picture is completed with the author’s bright watercolor illustrations of smiling people, animals, and flowers, usually with a backdrop of Napa Valley mustard fields.–P.H.

Jeff Ott My World: Ramblings of an Aging Gutter Punk (Sub City; $15)

TELL YOUR KIDS to dare to stay sober (“Just Say No!”) or, better yet, give ’em a copy of Jeff Ott’s new book, a powerful dispatch from the underground by a committed activist and former drug user who has lost more than his share of friends to wasted lives and cheap heroin. Ott, a Santa Rosa resident, is a familiar face–this rock musician and Food Not Bombs activist once graced the cover of this publication. His brief autobiography is a blend of personal notes, interviews, wry observations, guest essays (including a chilling account of a 15-year-old OD victim), condemnations of the power elite, and resources for social justice and surviving on the streets. An often compelling read–suitable for backpacking through America’s urban jungles.–G.C.

Drew Sparks and Sally Kellman A Salon at Larkmead: A Charmed Life in the Napa Valley (Ten Speed Press; $19.95)

THIS BOOK by Napa Valley resident Drew Sparks and Sally Kellman chronicles the life of Lillie Hitchcock Coit, San Francisco’s legendary Firebelle, in 19th-century Napa Valley. Coit built a sprawling estate in Larkmead to be near her mother, Martha Hitchcock. The two women enjoyed a life of privilege and pleasure in the blossoming Napa Valley, a fresh haven of new wine estates and fashionable resorts. Excerpts from Martha’s diaries are included here with her recipes, archival photographs, and richly telling observations on a “life of confusion and excitement.”–P.H.

Maurice Taylor and Seana McGee The New Couple: Why the Old Rules Don’t Work and What Does (HarperSanFrancisco; $25)

ESCALATING divorce rates, serial monogamy, lonely folks who have been scared single: the old rules for relationships don’t seem to be working anymore. But buck up, because this Sausalito husband-and-wife team of therapists has discovered some new ones. In The New Couple, Taylor and McGee draw on both case studies from their practice and their personal experiences to offer the “Ten New Laws of Love,” which they say will help people move beyond the traditional views of relationships to healthy new ways of meeting the emotional needs of both partners.–P.S.

From the September 14-20, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Fishing expedition: Santa Rosa writer Ianthe Brautigan’s new book explores the life and death of her father, Richard Brautigan, author of Trout Fishing in America.

Photograph by Michael Amsler

Gone Fishing

Writer Ianthe Brautigan comes to terms with her famous father’s legacy

By Yosha Bourgea

IANTHE BRAUTIGAN Swensen was 24 in the fall of 1984 when she enrolled in a writing class at Santa Rosa Junior College. On Oct. 25 of that year, the body of her father, author Richard Brautigan, was found in a house in Bolinas beside a bottle of alcohol and a .44 Magnum. He was 49 years old.

It was in the class, taught by Sonoma County Poet Laureate Don Emblen, that Ianthe first began to write about her father’s suicide. “For whatever reason, experiences were happening in my life that were so large they couldn’t be contained in my body,” she remembers. “So I started writing.”

The journey she began that fall would find its way into print this past spring, 16 years later, with the publication of her first book. You Can’t Catch Death (St. Martin’s Press; $21.95) is a memoir of Richard Brautigan’s life and of the aftermath of his death, as seen through the eyes of his only child. It is a haunting, perceptive portrait of a man whose great talent as a writer was shadowed by alcoholism and the ghosts of his past.

“There was a point when I realized that [I could] write about my dad using techniques of fiction,” Ianthe says. “It felt almost easier to get to the material that way. When you write in your journal, or at least when I do, I’m complaining about things. But if you’re telling your story in a more amplified way, all that drops away.”

Ianthe now lives in Santa Rosa with her husband, producer/director Paul Swensen, and their 14-year-old daughter, Elizabeth. Ever since You Can’t Catch Death was released in May, she has been busy doing interviews and readings from the book.

“I didn’t anticipate the enormous freedom that I would feel,” she says. “The problem with suicide is that there’s so much shame associated with it. When all the words were finally out there, it was like, OK, this is a good thing. Shame has an enormous amount of power over you.”

Ianthe’s first reading was in Santa Rosa at Copperfield’s Books, where she is a part-time employee. The reception she received astounded her. “People have been giving me gifts,” she says. “I get people who are interested in the book because they have some relation to suicide. Then there’s a big constituency that’s my dad’s, and they’re all so welcoming and excited to see me. I’ve not had one nut.”

Richard Brautigan vaulted to fame in 1967 with the publication of his second novel, Trout Fishing in America. Written in a kaleidoscopic, deadpan-absurdist style that confounded critics and academics, the book caught on with the counterculture movement and became hugely successful, eventually selling several million copies around the world.

His other early books, A Confederate General from Big Sur, In Watermelon Sugar, and The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster, also became popular, especially with college students. Early in his career he was labeled “the last of the Beats,” an association that stuck with him long after he left the Bay Area and moved to a ranch in Montana. By the time of his death, he had published 10 novels, nine volumes of poetry, and a collection of short stories.

But for all the popular acclaim, Brautigan was never accepted by the American literary establishment. It may have been his popularity, in fact, that prompted many critics to write him off as a temporary phenomenon.

“His style is very literary, but it’s also very accessible,” Ianthe says. “I think we have confused accessibility with being nonliterary. In France, he’s revered, and they write books of criticism about him. And he’s appreciated in Germany and places like that. But here, he’s still a secret, very word-of-mouth.”

After she finished You Can’t Catch Death, Ianthe discovered among her father’s papers a manuscript that had been completed before his death, but never published. It was released concurrently with the memoir, under the title An Unfortunate Woman (St. Martin’s Press; $17.95).

“There are parts of the book that are painful to me and will always be really painful, but when I look at them now, it’s so much easier,” Ianthe says.

The novel–which has been both praised and panned by critics–is written as an apparently haphazard pastiche of journal entries. Many of the events described in the book closely mirror events in Brautigan’s own life. One passage reads, in part: “One of the letters I got today was from my daughter. . . . She got married last year and I disapproved of the marriage and things have been strained ever since then between us . . . . She and I were very close until she got married. Now our communication is minimal and strained. Perhaps I should bend a little. I don’t know.”

The passage was written in 1982, a year after Ianthe, then 21, got married despite her father’s angry opposition. “It was the first time we had really disagreed on anything,” she remembers. “And it came at a bad time for him, emotionally. He was not equipped for a disagreement. [In the past] I had pretty much acclimated myself to whatever his thing was, whatever he wanted.

“Now that I’m older . . . ,” she pauses. “My husband and I lucked out, and we’ve been married 18 years, which is phenomenal. But I would not be thrilled if my daughter wanted to get married at 21.”

Ianthe remembers a father who was both protective and permissive.

“Even though he was quote-unquote a bohemian, even though he was not monogamous, there was a real moral dimension to him,” she says. “But it didn’t involve exterior rules; it had to do with common sense and respecting people.

“I went to Haight-Ashbury as a 7-year-old with him, and we’d meet up with the Diggers, and they would have these big free dinners,” she continues. “But as soon as the whole scene changed and got weird and violent, he stopped taking me there. He kept me very compartmentalized.”

In the wake of Brautigan’s death, newspapers and magazines from around the country had a go at his obituary. For the most part, Ianthe says, they got it wrong.

“I think that suicide terrifies people so much that they have to come up with really easy answers,” she says. “The thing about the press is, you’re kind of framed before you even start. People wrote things like: ‘Richard Brautigan, onetime ’60s icon, loses fame, loses fan base, kills himself.’ They were sending him up, and then they threw in Trout Fishing, and that was basically the story.”

Because there was so much more to the story than fame and death, Ianthe decided to add her own perspective. Both her father’s life and his writing, she felt, deserved more than a cursory glance.

“Whenever I read my dad’s stuff, there’s always the sense of somebody alone, walking down the street,” she says. “I see the shadow in everything, and the loneliness, and the hauntedness. But he always leaves you with something.

“My father was very funny,” she says. “He wasn’t gloomy all the time. That’s why, for me, I accept the body of his work as a whole. You have the shadow side, you have the lonely side, you have the hysterically funny side, you have the dignified side. He was a storyteller.”

From the September 14-20, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Over the top: Eccentric Sebastopol author C. D. Payne has big plans for the future, including a sequel to his popular novel about the misadventures of trouble-making teenager Nick Twisp.

Payne & Suffering

As a new Nick Twisp novel hits the shelves, the author ponders becoming a carny

By David Templeton

“I’M SERIOUSLY thinking of becoming a carny,” announces author C. D. Payne over a tofu-laden lunch platter of steaming Thai food. “I don’t know, maybe it’s a midlife crisis thing, but if my writing career doesn’t work out, the fair-and-carnival trade might be what I go into.” He’s joking, of course.

Or is he?

Here’s the thing about C. D. Payne: when encountered in person, the 51-year-old Sebastopol author is not easy to read. Though kind of shy and definitely likable, he’s also a bit mysterious.

For a guy who is worshiped and revered by raving hoards of international teenage literati–fans of the author’s outrageously subversive 500-page 1993 novel Youth in Revolt: The Journals of Nick Twisp–Payne is remarkably low-key. His soft-spoken manner and deadpan delivery make it nearly impossible to tell when he’s serious and when he’s kidding.

“I’m not kidding,” he now insists, bemusedly defending his chuck-it-all-and-join-the-circus threat. “I’ve actually been subscribing to Amusement Business for 10 years. I have this one idea for a carnival concession that could make a lot of money.”

But he will say no more, arguing, “It’s such a good idea. I don’t want anyone to beat me to it.”

Asked to at least reveal the category of attraction he’s contemplating–is it a game? a ride? a snow cone stand?–Payne cautiously says, “Well, it’s more like . . . an exhibit. People would pay me a dollar, and I’d let them go through the thing. It would appeal to kids, I think, so their parents would have to fork over the money.”

Smiling, he forks up another bite of tofu, clearly aware that he’s effectively just presold the first ticket to whatever it is he’s planning to do. I’ve read the man’s books (and still have the scars to prove it). I can’t wait to see behind this carny-booth curtain.

THOSE WHO’VE worked with the Ohio-born author over the years will surely recognize this passive-aggressive sales job as a classic C. D. Payne attack. With his aptitude for grabbing one’s undivided attention while simultaneously saying as little as possible, Payne is like a cross between P. T . Barnum and Marcel Marceau.

“He’s a natural-born promoter,” agrees Santa Rosa director Carl Hamilton, who brought Nick Twisp to life a few years back with the hit San Francisco staging of Nick Twisp: Youth in Bondage. “C. D. Payne knows exactly how to build interest in his projects. He’s worked hard to learn how.”

Indeed. Payne self-published Youth in Revolt, his first novel, effectively hand-selling the thing until strong word of mouth and good sales led to a major rerelease by Doubleday and a subsequent string of stage and radio adaptations around the world. The TV rights were sold to Fox, which shot a pilot but sold the idea to MTV, which announced a plan to run Nick Twisp as a late-night miniseries.

Unfortunately, that project was halted when the show’s head writer fell from his own boat and drowned, which sounds like something Payne would write, but didn’t.

The author’s subsequent books–Civic Beauties (a “musical” novel about presidential politics) and Frisco Pigeon Mambo (with talking laboratory animals)–have also been self-published. The latter, a book Payne refers to as “America’s first great pigeon novel,” has been purchased by the Farrelly Brothers, who are producing it as a computer-animated film from Twentieth Century-Fox.

Let’s all hope the Farrellys stay away from boats for a while.

For Nick Twisp fans, here’s the best news of all. In October, Payne will release the long-anticipated Revolting Youth: The Further Journals of Nick Twisp. And once again, Payne is self-publishing.

“My old editor at Doubleday left the company,” he explains. “The editor that inherited me, well, I’m not really his cup of tea. When I mentioned the sequel, he said, ‘Oh I think one Nick Twisp book is enough.’ ”

Not to Payne’s readers it isn’t.

“I get e-mails from people, mainly teenagers and college kids, every week,” he says, “asking me when I’m doing another Nick Twisp.” Happily, advance sales, mainly through Payne’s nicktwisp.com website, have been brisk. “I hope Nick’s fans won’t be disappointed.”

They won’t be. Nick, the recently deflowered 14-year obsessive diarist, is the same ingenious, self-interested, alter ego-assuming troublemaker of epic proportions that he was before. The FBI is still hot on his heels (he once burned down half of Berkeley, by accident), and he is still hiding out in Ukiah, disguised as homely, fashion-challenged Carlotta Ulansky. One change is that, like Payne himself, Nick is attempting to adopt a vegetarian diet.

Though far shorter than the original–a mere 276 pages–the sequel packs a comic wallop that will probably be met with enthusiasm and demands for another book.

“In some ways, Nick is slightly more mature in this book,” says Payne, quickly adding, “but not a whole lot. He’s still the same guy. The fun thing about Nick is he has a very low filtering between his impulses and his actions. That makes him fun to write. Nick does all the things I never had the courage to do when I was his age.”

Given Nick’s proclivity for pretending to be other people, one has to wonder if Payne has dreamed of exploring the world of public alter-ego portrayal. Does he ever, for example, adopt a fake English accent and go out drinking, stuff like that?

“Well, you have to remember that I’m from Ohio,” he replies. “In Ohio people really don’t do things like that.

“On the other hand,” he continues, after a pause, “I do have this hat that says PALLETS on it, from some pallet company. And sometimes I put on my hacker clothes and go to the flea market. I look like some redneck guy. That’s probably the only disguise I ever wear, and it’s really just an exaggeration of my Ohio background.

“But I might get slightly lower prices.”

LUNCH IS almost over. The tofu is all gone. “You know, for me, the big surprise about the Nick Twisp books is that they’ve appealed to kids,” Payne reveals. “I thought I was writing it for baby boomers like me, so I was totally amazed that teenagers related to it.”

Hamilton, who cites the Nick Twisp play (due for a restaging in Sonoma County next spring) as the one show he’s proudest of, is not surprised by the book’s youthful appeal.

“It insults the senses,” he says. “It goes straight to how kids think about the world. It feels kind of dangerous, and teenage kids are just beginning to recognize that they are a dangerous force. It’s a book that hits home.”

And how do parents tend to feel about their teens’ affection for the nightmarish Nick?

“It’s a book that causes parents some concern,” Payne admits, smiling a bit too proudly. “My advice to parents is this: Buy it for your kids yourself. Present it to them on their 13th birthday. Say, ‘Welcome to your teen years. Don’t do anything in this book.’ ”

Another amazing Twisp phenomenon is the number of kids from all around the country who make pilgrimages to Northern California just to visit the local sites described in the book. There’s an article posted on the nicktwisp website by a young fan who expresses his utter joy at visiting Sebastopol, recalling the magic moment when he passed by the aforementioned Sebastopol flea market, prominently featured in Nick’s misadventures.

“I couldn’t believe it was a real place,” he gushed.

“I got an e-mail from some teenager,” Payne says. “Her family was on vacation, and she made her parents go a hundred miles out of their way just so they could go to Ukiah.” The thought makes him laugh. “I wonder if anyone in Ukiah has ever read my book. Do they appreciate this slight blip in tourism that I bring their way?”

While Payne hopes for success with his non-Twisp efforts, he’s comfortable with the fact that Nick may end up as his most memorable literary creation.

“I realized at some point that, no matter what else I write, Nick Twisp is essentially the franchise,” he says. “I suppose Nick Twisp has put me on the map, however slightly, as a writer, so I thank him for that, and I hope that the story can go on. And on. And on. I could be with Nick for quite a few more years.

“If not,” adds Payne, “I’ll be seeing you at the carnival.”

From the September 14-20, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.