Posted: 16 Mar 2016 07:50 PM PDT
The year is 1969. Stan Pierce is 40, newly divorced—
“CONGRATULATIONS, STAN. YOU’RE FREE. BARBARA”
—and going through a mid-life crisis. His hair has grown to his collar, he purchased a little Honda 450 street bike, and as the novel opens Stan is headed for the road. He has no clear destination, but he knows what is behind him; an ex-wife, a young daughter, and a seething personal unhappiness.
Once on the road Stan joins two bikers who are short on cash, and he tags along to a farm outside the rural city of Kirkerville (likely Arizona, but it is never identified as such), and hires on as a fruit picker. In Kirkerville he meets a young married woman named Elizabeth Faering. She is everything he wants. Young. Beautiful. Independent. Free. The two lovers concoct a future together, but the dream is interrupted by a fruit pickers’ strike. A strike Stan agrees with, but a strike that is commandeered by a man who is less interested in getting the workers’ better pay and working conditions, and more interested in starting a revolution.
Goin’is a pretty great novel. It fits its time and place; think back to an age when motorcycle riders were considered hooligans, smoking reefer was an unconscionable sin, free love was the opposite of “up-tight”, and Eugene McCarthy was a saint of liberalism.
The tension is generated both by plot—the strike and the population’s reaction to it—and Stan’s inner turmoil. He is an everyman outsider. He attempts to fit, but he is ostracized by Kirkerville’s residents as an outside agitator, it is not uncommon for him to be called a “pinko,” and the strikers, particularly his two friends, view him as a traitor. His affair with Liz ends badly, although not unexpectedly, and it is written with a powerful simplicity, which makes Stan’s emotional pain visceral.
This review originally went live April 4, 2014, and I've been thinking about it again the last few weeks. It is a very good novel that should have an audience.
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