This is not so much an examination of one mans life as it is an examination of life itself. For in this unflinchingly honest and compelling portrait of John Neihardt, we see recurring bouts of love, loss, delight, depression, triumph, and tragedyand above all a relentless, searing search for truth in a life that spanned ten decades. So read it. Think about it. Discuss it. And learn from it. Tim Anderson has given us an immensely rich gift, a clean window into what it means to be human.
In the best tradition of western storytelling, this biography of John G. Neihardt is an inspiring exploration into the life and mind of a great American writer. This book accurately reflects the strong sense of spirituality that inhabits nearly every sentence Neihardt wrote.
Ron Hull, friend of John Neihardt and producer of many Neihardt television programs for Nebraska Educational Telecommunications
Lonesome Dreamer
The Life of John G. Neihardt
Timothy G. Anderson
University of Nebraska Press | Lincoln and London
2016 by the Board of Regents of the University of Nebraska
Cover image courtesy The Neihardt Trust
All photographs in this volume are courtesy of the John G. Neihardt Papers, Western Historical Manuscripts Collection, State Historical Society of Missouri, Columbia MO or the John G. Neihardt Center, Bancroft NE . Used by permission of the Neihardt Trust.
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Publication of this volume was assisted by a grant from the Friends of the University of Nebraska Press.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Anderson, Timothy G., 1952 author.
Title: Lonesome dreamer: the life of John G. Neihardt / Timothy G. Anderson.
Description: Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, 2016. | Includes bibliographical references and index.
Identifiers: LCCN 2015035010
ISBN 978-0-8032-9025-9 (cloth: alk. paper)
ISBN 978-0-8032-9037-2 (epub)
ISBN 978-0-8032-9038-9 (mobi)
ISBN 978-0-8032-9039-6 (pdf)
Subjects: LCSH : Neihardt, John G., 18811973.Poets, American20th centuryBiography.
Classification: LCC PS 3527. E 35 Z 55 2016 DDC 811/.52dc23 LC record available at http://lccn.loc.gov/2015035010
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For Ben and Lucy
Then what of the lonesome dreamer
With the lean blue flame in his breast?
And who was your clown for a day, O Town,
The strange, unbidden guest?
J OHN G . N EIHARDT, The Poets Town
Contents
Each year on the last Saturday of April the John G. Neihardt Center in Bancroft, Nebraska, hosts its annual spring conference. Some sixty to seventy attendeesamong them people old enough to have met John Neihardt, who died in 1973, or at least heard him speak or recite his poetryspend the day listening to historians and musicians and other writers and artists present a program on Neihardt and the issues he cared about.
Many of the attendees are repeat customers at this outpost of the Nebraska State Historical Society, and they are likely to know more about Neihardt than the average person. They are likely to know, first of all, that Neihardt moved to Bancroft in 1900, living there for two decades, and that he spent the last part of his long life teaching at the University of Missouri. They know the book for which he is best known, an as-told-to biography of a Lakota holy man titled Black Elk Speaks. Perhaps most important, they are likely to know that he also wrote a great many other books, works of fiction and nonfiction and books of poems, both short and epic.
Most people in the twenty-first century, if they have heard of John Neihardt at all, know of him because of Black Elk Speaks, first published in 1932, then reissued to wide acclaim in the 1960s. For two decades after Neihardts death, a considerable body of scholarship arose around Black Elk Speaks, much of it an attempt to discern how much of it was Black Elk speaking and how much of it was John Neihardt. Questions were raised about Neihardts appropriation of Lakota culture, about the influence of Christianity on Black Elk and on Neihardt, about what Black Elk had told Neihardt that had not made it into the book, and about passages Neihardt had added on his own. The situation was clarified substantially in the mid-1980s, when Raymond DeMallie published the transcripts of Neihardts interviews with Black Elk, originally recorded in shorthand by his daughter Enid after being translated from Lakota by Black Elks son Ben. Throughout the years, people continued to read and admire the book.
What many people outside this circle of Neihardt devotees may not know is that Black Elk Speaks was a byproduct of what Neihardt considered his lifes work, five volumes of long narrative poems he hoped would preserve the history of white exploration and settlement of the Great Plains and of the wars between the U.S. Army and the Indian population that resulted from Euro-American intrusion.
Like many others, I came to Neihardt through Black Elk Speaks. I had read the book in college in the early 1970s, and after stumbling onto it again nearly twenty-five years later, I began to wonder about the man who wrote it. About a year before Neihardt died, I had met him briefly at a book signing for his memoir All Is But a Beginning, and I tried to imagine how this little white-haired man shakily autographing books had managed to interview a Lakota man who remembered the Battle of the Little Bighorn and the Wounded Knee Massacre. How had he found Black Elk, and why had Black Elk spoken to him? What had prepared Neihardt for that meeting? In the front of Neihardts memoir was a long list of other books he had written, none familiar to me, and I wondered what was behind them. Before long, I had so many questions I knew I was going to have to find answers.
This book is what I found.
Timothy G. Anderson
Lincoln, Nebraska
January 8, 1881
Winter had brutalized the open flatlands surrounding Sharpsburg, Illinois, the small town whose original name, Horseshoe Prairie, suggested the vast, open flatness that stretched in every direction. Frigid temperatures had accompanied punishing north winds and snow, and on the afternoon of Saturday, January 8, 1881, the day John Neihardt was born, temperatures had dropped to single digits. Neihardt later pieced together a picture of his entry into this world from stories told by his mother and other relatives. It is almost as though I had seen it all with my own eyes, he wrote near the end of his life, the picture is so definitely drawn.
Neihardts parents, Nicholas and Alice, and sisters, Lulu and Grace, were living in a rented farmhouse outside Sharpsburg. Their house was most likely not much more than a shack, but Alice had done all she could to make it a home, taking the cover from their prairie schooner, for examplethe very thing that made it a covered wagonstaining it with the juice of green walnuts, and turning it into a carpet that rested atop a layer of straw on the floor. At the windows she had hung curtains made of newspapers cut into intricate designs.
Despite the dangers of childbirth in the nineteenth century, there was no money for a doctor, and Alice was assisted in Johns birth by a neighbor woman, a German immigrant, who had trudged along the frozen,