BRIAN DOYLE: ONE LONG RIVER OF SONG

Brian Doyle (1956 -2017) wrote essays, short stories, memoirs, novels and prose-poem hybrids he called “proems.” His work appeared in “Harper’s,” “Orion,” “The Sun” magazine and, repeatedly, in the “Best American Essays” series.

He won three Pushcart Prizes, was widely anthologized and, after being nominated nine times for the Oregon Book Award, won in 2016 for his novel “Martin Marten.”

He edited “Portland,” the magazine of the University of Portland, for over 25 years, attracting such top-tier writers as Annie Dillard, Pico Iyer, Scott Russell Sanders, and Kathleen Norris. Under his leadership, the publication was consistently ranked among the best university magazines in the country. He’s been called “superhumanly prolific.”

He was also a husband, father of three, and apparently mentor to hundreds.

In November of 2016 he was diagnosed with cancer and underwent surgery for what he referred to as “a big honkin’ brain tumor.” He died in May the next year.

One Long River of Song (2019) is a posthumous essay collection. In the Foreword, fellow writer and longtime friend David J. Duncan notes that “for a Catholic writer to have his work chosen for “Best American Essays” by [nature poet/mystic] Mary Oliver and by the famous atheist Christopher Hitchens bespeaks [Doyle’s] extreme range of appeal.”

To call Doyle’s style exuberant would be an understatement. He doesn’t tell stories so much as riff, energetically meander, explode. He turns verbal somersaults, gleefully alliterates, prankishly puns.

He loads on adjectives:  “extraordinary ordinary succinct ancient naked stunning perfect simple ferocious love”; “the glorious hilarious epic sprawling wondrous novel ‘The Horse’s Mouth,’ by the Irishman Joyce Cary.”

He redeems the much-maligned run-on sentence. “[T]o exhaustion I say yes, and to the puzzling wonder of my wife’s love I say O yes, and to horror and fear and jangled joys I say yes, to my absolute surprise and with unbidden tears I say yes yes O yes.” That’s from the essay entitled—what else?—“Yes.”

From “His Last Game”: “We drove around the edges of the college where he had worked and we saw a blue heron in a field of stubble, which is not something you see every day, and we stopped for a while to see if the heron was fishing for mice or snakes, on which we bet a dollar, met taking mice and him taking snakes, but the heron glared at us and refused to work under scrutiny, so we drove on.”

He writes of praying by the bedside of his infant son, one of a pair of twin boys, who was born with a faulty heart; of heroic female teachers; of the pain, unspoken for 70 years, of his father’s childhood.

He writes pieces entitled “The Wonder of the Look on Her Face,” “His Weirdness,” and “20 Things the Dog Ate.”

I once submitted an essay to “Portland” that had languished at another magazine for nine months. Brian responded with an acceptance within three hours.

He responded within hours other times with a rejection. But any writer will tell you, to know one way or another, within a reasonable amount of time, whether a magazine or literary journal wants your piece is a rare and precious gift.

He had a heart for humanity. He saw the glory of God in everyday things: a talk with a friend, a kid’s smile, the maddening mystery of marriage, a good joke.

I wonder if that kind of eye and ear, ever poised to get a kick out of life, doesn’t do more to spread the Gospel to the ends of the earth than any number of mummified homilies.

His essay “Leap” may be the best thing ever written in the aftermath of 9/11.

Bystanders that day reported seeing people falling, jumping, leaping from the Twin Towers in an effort to escape the flames.

Several people observed a couple leaping, hand in hand. Were they married? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Colleagues? Strangers? We’ll never know. We do know this:

“But he reached for her hand and she reached for his hand and they leaped out the window holding hands…Their hands reaching and joining are the most powerful prayer I can imagine, the most eloquent, the most graceful. It is everything that we are capable of against horror and loss and death. It is what makes me believe that we are not craven fools and charlatans to believe in God, to believe that human beings have greatness and holiness within them like seeds that open only under great fires, to believe that some unimaginable essence of who we are persists past the dissolution of what we were, to believe against such evil hourly evidence that love is why we are here.”

“You want to help me?” Doyle said as death drew near. “Be tender and laugh.”

3 Replies to “BRIAN DOYLE: ONE LONG RIVER OF SONG”

  1. Fr. Rich Jasper says: Reply

    Dear Heather, I write this not to flatter or gain brownie-points, but to simply share that Mr. Doyle and you have been the two contemporary (and I dare say often-mystical) Catholic writers who have traveled with me on my own vocational journey and search for God in the present landscape of modern-day culture. Both of you break open the Kingdom here-and-now, reminding all of us that Christ-Love is ours for the taking and ours for the sharing. Your writing breaks-open our hearts because you allow yours to be be broken-open by our Lord and His Cross. Know that many of us are so very grateful. May your ministry continue to bear much fruit, and may Brian’s words continue to inspire …

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Fr. Rich and Sr. Dorcee, how beautiful to know that two religious find something of value in my work…thank you both for the encouragement and support. Brian, yes, was extremely special. I watched a talk or two of his on YouTube and he was miles away from, say, the Catholic public intellectual type. He was utterly human, funny, open, charming and therefore INTERESTING. Because his person was interesting…It’s incredibly difficult or I should say requires an ongoing leap into the unknown to venture forth as a writer with nothing more than your heart and an insane desire to “break open the Kingdom.” People don’t tend to pay for that kind of thing. They want ten easy things to do for Lent, or an ideology, or a successful platform, or at the very least a charismatic say Professor of Theology which is a beautiful thing, but if your vocation is something even more humble…You go forth without an extra tunic and pair of sandals and pray to God you can make enough money to pay the rent and buy yourself health insurance…I’m no longer living hand to mouth, and am fine in fact better off now than i’ve ever been, especially for my fairly humble “lifestyle.” But Brian did it with KIDS, I think four of them. Edited, wrote his tail off, was a Friend and Mentor. So it’s a special type of vocation and as many of his friends pointed out, he was not as well-known as he could and certainly should have been. But when you make a conscious decision to devote your time and energy to family and/or a small, immediate circle in favor of spending your time and energy creating a social media personality…consumed by all but truly available to none, that’s what happens. “No one has given up land, possessions, fame etc in my name who will not be given back a hundredfold.” So he has a place in heaven, and he lives on here, and I hope ten thousand other places…Thanks for getting how great he was, and for remotely putting me in his category…

  2. Heather, thank you so much for sharing this. I have read some of his other works and will certainly want to read this. I ditto Father Rich’s comments in pointing out the great contribution both of you have been to Catholic writing and providing food for our souls.

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HEATHER KING