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No Place Like Home: Notes from a Western Life

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No Place Like Home: Notes from a Western Life is another of Linda Hasselstrom's fine collection of essays harvested from earlier publications and expanded and rewritten and supplemented by new pieces, then organized into a thematically coherent whole. The theme of No Place (there is a conscious irony in the title) is an enlargement and sharpening of questions that resonate through most of Hasselstrom's earlier work: What constitutes community in the rural American West? How do these communities shape and impact the land? How do we reconcile our need to belong and our need to be alone, our need to participate and to witness?

In No Place, Hasselstrom contrasts three communities: the community of the land in rural South Dakota, where she lives on the family ranch; the dissonant, discordant urban community of nomads on Warren Avenue in Cheyenne, Wyoming, where she lives with Jerry; and the intentional, temporary communities of women writers she creates at Windbreak House, on the ranch. Through the linear arrangement of essays, she takes her readers back and forth from one place to another, while the diachronic echoes of theme and counter-theme require us to reflect on the nature of these disparate communities and on the efforts each community must make to hold itself together against fragmenting forces, both internal and external. As well, we are led to ask what compromises the strong individual, insisting on her own uniqueness, must make in order to live in community.

In many ways, this is not an optimistic or cheerful book. The community of ranchers and ranches in South Dakota, as Hasselstrom shows us in "Selling the Ranch" and "Dear John: How to Move to the Country" is increasingly imperiled by people who acquire the land and use it unwisely, through human greed, arrogance, and ignorance. In "Tomato Cages are Metaphors," the delicate balance of community life on Warren Avenue is disturbed by drug users, and in "Shoveling Snow in the Dark," proliferating subdivisions around Cheyenne disturb the natural balance of older human and animal communities with their profligate (and addictive) uses of water and soil. Wastefulness and waste (natural byproducts of greed and consumption) are deeply compelling issues, demonstrated in "It Doesn't Just Happen," an essay--both funny and terribly unfunny--about sewage failure on Warren Avenue. Lack of personal responsibility and failures of communication drives wedges into communities, splitting them apart. A failure of vision dims the future.

But Hasselstrom's pervading pessimism is tempered here, as always in her work, by a clear-eyed compassion for people, plants, and animals as they do their best (and worst) to make their peace with their habitats and their neighbors. Neither ranch life nor Cheyenne life is easy, but both are occasionally made lovely by a true (if transient) neighborliness, even the "brief fellowship" of a glance, a gesture. Most hopeful of all, for Hasselstrom, is the writing community at Windbreak House. About the women who come there, Hasselstrom says, "When each goes home, I want her to be paying attention to her own home ground, therefore more inclined to be attentive to, and respectful of, its needs" (172). With Hasselstrom as a teacher, I'm sure she will!

No Place Like Home is the very personal story of a woman who lives betwixt and between. Her voice is uniquely individual, wry and cranky and feisty, and her descriptions are rarely clouded by sentiment--or rather, the sentiment is buried beneath the surface, in the essential perception of the place or the thing, rather than in easy expression. For all its love of place, this is a book by a writer who sees places and people too clearly to be at home with any of them: hence the irony of the title. Hasselstrom knows that home is not to be found wholly in any single place or person, but in the independent, self-reliant, responsible self who acknowledges an unavoidable need for commitment to community but leaves the neighbors--all the neighbors--alone:

I think of the land as a job, not as an asset; I'd work for its best interests because I live here, even if I didn't own it... Unseen by me or anyone else, its true inhabitants--the grasses and bushes, the underground water, the antelope, deer, rabbits, snakes, toads, meadowlarks, and dung beetles--are going about the business of living as they should. Part of my job is leaving them alone to do theirs.

This is a strong, pulls-no-punches book about what holds us together and drives us apart. It's important reading, no matter where you live.

by Susan Wittig Albert
for Story Circle Book Reviews
reviewing books by, for, and about women

I had high hopes for this book, since it seemed like the sort of topic and approach that I appreciate. However, I found it absolutely insufferable. I cannot understand how a book that is supposed to be about community and consideration can wind up being so judgmental, critical, and preachy about the only right way to do things (which, apparently, is Hasselstrom's way). I completely understand "the angry Westerner" dilemma and I have a great deal of respect for Hasselstrom's experience and perspective. However, I could not stomach her self-righteousness. Based on her rampant criticism of others (not just her meth-dealing neighbor but most everyone else as well) and her self-congratulatory descriptions of her own conduct, she would only be content in a community of one. I am interested in hearing constructive ideas for improving both community relations and stewardship of land and resources in the West, but this book certainly did not provide it for me. Whatever good ideas Hasselstrom has to share are buried under layers of snideness and arrogance.

Linda Hasselstrom tells it like it is; pure but not simple. Nothing about the West is simple, except maybe the sky and grass, the wind and rain. People are the complicating factors in the West, and always have been. Linda Hasselstrom meets the people of the West--both on her South Dakota ranch and in her urban Cheyenne, Wyoming, home, eye-to-eye, without blinking and without apology. She is one of the few writers in the West who does not succumb to being sentimental or overly-romantic about the landscape, the way of life, and the complex issues involving the survival of wildlife, wildflowers, and what's left of intrinsic wilderness. By comparing the people and the problems in the two diverse places that Linda calls home she brings many things into the light, most importantly that without open, honest communication and personal involvement we are destined to lose what we love the most. I appreciate Linda's "stop fussing and get the job done" backbone, but even more so I acknowledge the way she has helped me (and I'm sure others) deal with my own heartache over losing a long held and cherished dream of a life on the land. She's to be commended for speaking forcefully, despite her own heartbreaks and ongoing struggles. This is a timely and worthy book, well worth reading and sharing.

Laurie Wagner Buyer Jameson

I bought this book as it was a High Plains Book Award Winner. I expected great things from the book. The book is very random. She lost me in the second chapter with her rants about a South Dakota ranch being sold and split up. Umm, what does she think that her ancestors did to the Native Americans when they came in and settled, they displaced the Native Americans. She goes on and on and way too long about people that aren't ranchers buying the land it is a free country and who ever wants to can buy the land has that write. Then she goes on about how she lived next too a meth dealer for way too long. The book is way too random and very disappointing for me.

This collection of essays describes the sense of shared responsibility among ranchers in the prairie country of western South Dakota. These are people who have lived on and with the land long enough to understand it and to understand the consequences of what they do. The sense of community they share is an outgrowth of appreciating how their lives are interwined with each others' and with the land. Hasselstrom does an excellent job of describing this.
She also does an excellent job of describing how this sense of community is destroyed when ranches are subdivided and sold to buyers who do not understand the land or the consequences of what they do. She makes her point eloquently.
Her attempt in Cheyenne to extend the principles of community she has learned on the prairie to an urban setting is also revealing. As she vividly describes, it is an exercise in trying to confront and change self-centered and short-term perspectives.
I found the link between Hasslestrom's central theme about community and some of her essays too loose for me to recognize. All the essays are well-written, but a few seem to stand alone or apart from the book's theme. I also found the chronology sometimes random. For perhaps the same reason, later points in the book didn't always seem to build on earlier points.
Overall this book contains much good material, but it lacks something in structure and progression from a beginning to an end. Hasselstrom is at her best when she focuses on the community of life on the prairie.

The Wild West has been tamed. "No Place like Home: Notes from a Western Life" is one woman's reflections on the ever changing landscape of the west, as a woman who have lived in Wyoming and South Dakota. Over her lifespan the untamed west has become more civilized and urban, much like its coastal cousins, and Linda Hasselstrom offers a poignant reflection of the changing of the times. "No Place Like Home" is a must for any who want to remember the west as it was.