Credit: The above photo of Berton Roueché is by Nancy Crampton.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Roueché's Rhythm
The “matter at hand” was often an intriguing medical case.
As Balliett points out in his tribute, “Roueché’s medical pieces became doubly
famous: lay readers found them scary and exciting while doctors, impressed by
their learning and clarity, used them as medical texts.” By the time of his
death in 1994, Roueché had written fifty-eight “Annals of Medicine” stories for
The New Yorker. A number of them are collected in his The Medical Detectives
(1980).
Roueché also wrote about a wide variety of other matters
for the magazine, e.g., a towboat trip down the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers
(“The River World,” February 26, 1972), a visit to the Whalers’ Church in Sag
Harbor on Long Island (“The Steeple,” March 5, 1949), a canoe trip down the
Meramec River (“Countryside,” October 27, 1975), garlic (“A Friend in Disguise,”
October 28, 1974), a trip by barge from Lyon to Dijon (“Janine,” October 22,
1984), apples (“One Hundred Thousand Varieties,” August 11, 1975), Appalachian
coal miners (“Forty Flights of Steps,” July 16, 1973).
Roueché loved train travel. “I have a fondness for
trains,” he says in “Trans Europ Nuit” (The New Yorker, December 28, 1981). In
“On the Terrace,” he writes, “A train moved through a different world. It was a
world of change and surprise. It was a world of back doors, back roads, back
country. It had a backstage intimacy” (The New Yorker, September 15, 1980). In
addition to “Trans Europ Nuit” and “On the Terrace,” he wrote three other train
pieces – all of them marvelous: “The Best Medicine on the Market” (The New
Yorker, January 20, 1962), “Rapido” (The New Yorker, December 29, 1980), and
“En Vitesse to Rome” (The New Yorker, February 21, 1983).
My favorite Roueché piece is “First Boat to King Island”
(The New Yorker, October 22, 1966), a memorable account of a Bering Sea trip he
and two companions made with a group of Inuit in a heavily loaded open boat
“made of walrus hide stretched over a wooden frame.” I think it may have been
one of Roueché’s favorites, too; he included it in two of his collections: The
River World (1978) and Sea To Shining Sea (1985).
Here’s a passage from “First Boat to King Island” that
exemplifies the “rhythms so natural” that Shawn mentioned in his description of
Roueché’s style:
The boat edged into the passage. The water was thick with
chips and chunks of floating ice. We moved carefully between the embankment of
anchored ice and the moving floe on one throttled-down motor. Norbert kept the
boat inching along just off the lip of the floe, away from the height and bulk
of the ice embankment, but every time I looked, the ice seemed higher and
closer. I could already feel the cold of its breath. Kunnuk reached out with an
ice lance and jabbed at the edge of the floe. He jabbed again, hard, and a slab
of ice came loose and slid slowly into the water. The boy at the stern with
Norbert poked it safely past the boat with an oar. It was rotten ice. The whole
rim of the floe was rotten ice.
Ten deft, simple, fluid lines – the equivalent of ten
short brushstrokes by a master artist (Cézanne, say) – and a dynamic, vivid
scene springs to life. Note the economy of his line, the use of compact, tactile words (“thick,”
“chips,” “chunks,” “bulk,” “hard,” “slab”), and the brilliant use of repetition
(“jabbed at the edge of the floe” / “jabbed again”; “It was rotten ice” / “The
whole rim of the floe was rotten ice”). This is quintessential Roueché - plain,
simple, direct, evocative. With a moderate number of words, he evokes a world.
Don’t let his simplicity fool you. There’s an art to it – selection, shaping,
plus that intangible “something” – call it inspiration. Roueché had it. It’s there in his sensual apprehension of the dangerous ice ("I could already feel the cold of its breath").
Credit: The above photo of Berton Roueché is by Nancy Crampton.
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