WASH THE EARTH FROM YOUR HANDS AND FEET, AND CAST YOUR EYES TO THE LIMITLESS STARS!
Webster Schott wrote in his 1966 New York Times
review that Coover's novel “begins as an account of the founding of a
crackpot religious sect named for an Italian-American coal miner who
miraculously survives a mine disaster that kills 98 others." He goes on
to say “Mr. Coover takes apart the economy, power structure, social
order and sexual codes of a small town berserk with holiness” and then
describes how “the Bruno phenomenon cracks open all the hidden nuts in
West Condon.” Oh, Webster Schott! Although you may have hit the
bullseye, are you using language that could be deemed politically
incorrect by today's standards?
The Origin of the Brunists
is a much-overlooked classic, a humdinger doozy of a 450-page novel
that eerily foresees many aspects of the social climate that have and
continue to taint and disrupt life in the US.
It's 1960 or
thereabouts and we're in West Condon, a coal mining town in the American
Midwest, probably Illinois or Ohio. The novel's Prologue takes place in
April, on the very day followers of Giovanni Bruno, the Brunists,
assemble at the surviving coal miner's home in preparation for their
assent tomorrow to the Mount of Redemption to await the End of the
World. There's talk of the Kingdom of Light, illumination, mystic
fusion, and transformation. This is the language of the ancient
Gnostics; however, for the Brunists, Christian fundamentalists that they
are, there's a critical difference separating them from those ancient
mystics: they take their religion literally. As one member proclaims to a
reporter on the scene, “Nothing that is true is merely figurative.”
Each Brunist is taught the secret password, the secret handshake, and
other secret signals to keep nonbelievers out of their select circle.
After
all the newspaper people leave and the sun goes down, as a sort of prep
run, dressed in special white tunics, the Brunists hop in their cars
and drive up to the Mount of Redemption near the coal mine, Deepwater
Number 9, where all those miners lost their lives due to an explosion back in
January. But once they reach their destination and exchange prayers
around a fire... a crisis strikes.
Chapter One switches back to
that fateful day in January, the morning Number 9 explodes.
Robert Coover proves himself master of the craft. These first chapters
of the novel propel a reader into what it's like to work as a miner and
then, what it's like to struggle and suffer in the face of such a
catastrophe when living in a mining town, in this case, the town of West
Condon. Turning the pages, I was engrossed and enthralled; I could
hardly put the book down.
Regarding the aftermath, as Webster
Schott observed, all the hidden nuts of the town are cracked open. Abner
Baxter, a hellfire preacher, rails curses against the Brunists when he
takes a break from beating his sons and daughters with a leather strap,
especially his oldest teenage daughter, Francis. Abner demands that
Francis expose her naked ass in front of her mother and younger brothers
and sister so all can witness the whippings he administers while
spouting quotes from the Bible. Abner's sons, meanwhile, terrorize West
Condon, leaving excrement on front porches, kill cats, and even burn a
Brunist's house down with their usual signature of the "Black Hand."
Town fathers form a Common Sense Committee that contains barely a tiny
shred of sense, common or otherwise.
Much of the novel focuses on Justin "Tiger" Miller, who has returned to town to run the local paper, the West Condon Chronicle.
During his high school years, Tiger was the star and led the West
Condon basketball team to their one and only state championship game. In
many respects, Tiger could be judged as the hero of the tale. Tiger
even goes underground and joins the Brunists for a time, developing a
loving relationship or a sort with Marcella Bruno, the much younger
sister of her enigmatic coal miner brother turned mystic leader. Tiger
ensures that the Chronicle overflows with lurid, sensationalist
accounts and photographs of the Brunists. Does Tiger's reportage fan the
flames of the town's current frenzy and madness? You bet it does. Tiger
sends his articles off to big city papers. The Brunists eventually
capture the attention of a nationwide audience. TV cameras and an army of
journalists descend on West Condon, leading up to the date in April set
for the End of the World. Robert Coover keenly detects the power of the
media in manipulating public opinion that we have witnessed during
these past tumultuous years.
The Origin of the Brunists contains none of the author's familiar postmodern, experimental high jinks found in works like Pricksongs & Descants or A Night at the Movies.
Nope. In the spirit of Theodore Dreiser, Upton Sinclair, and John Dos
Passos, this novel is social realism all the way. Here's Robert Coover
describing West Condon back in 1933: “West Condon then was a town of
intense poverty, of hatred and suspicion, of prohibition gangsterism, of
corruption and lawlessness. The mines still operating paid fifty cents
an hour at the coalface, and life, at that face was miserable and
precarious. Death came quickly and brutally, and families such as the
Brunos lived in its shadow. It came by fire, by falling rock and coal,
by power and methane explosions, by the crushing impact of mine cars and
locomotives, by falls down shafts. Knees swelled, spines were broken,
arms were crushed, lungs were scarred, eyes lot their vision.” Coover
also delves into the what it was like being an immigrant, belonging to
an ethnic and religious minority such as Italian Catholic.
Back
on the Brunists. Here's one fanatical member, Eleanor Norton, who claims
to repeatedly hear voices from a higher realm speaking to her. A
reporter asks Eleanor exactly what the Brunists expect to happen now
that today is the day set for the End of the World. Eleanor replies, “We
wish to emphasize that the exact . . . content of the Coming of the
Light is not known, what precisely it will be or how it will . . . take
place. We do know that whatever shape it takes, it will take place
today, barring of course unforeseen obstacles caused by the power of
darkness.”
And there you have it. The fundamentalist fanatics
give themselves an out. They are always absolutely 100% right in their
proclamations and predictions; however, they can be undone by those
“unforeseen obstacles caused by the power of darkness”. It doesn't take a
lot of imagination to see a group of frustrated fanatics turning
violent against an easy target – the science teacher teaching evolution
at their local high school, the couple on the edge of town who are staunch atheists, the
liberal, namby-pamby minister of that small church filled with those
damn egghead pseudo-intellectuals, the list is endless.
The Origin of the Brunists and its 2014 sequel, The Brunist Day of Wrath,
deserve a much wider readership. It's not probable, but if these two
novels were to ever become prime reading material for young people in
America, I can envision the result – book bans and book burnings
wouldn't be far behind.
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