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Gathering Noise from My Life

A Camouflaged Memoir

Donald Anderson

Publication Year: 2012

The noise gathered from a lifetime of engaging with war, race, religion, memory, illness, and family echoes through the vignettes, quotations, graffiti, and poetry that Donald Anderson musters here, fragments of the humor and horror of life, the absurdities that mock reason and the despair that yields laughter. Gathering Noise from My Life offers sonic shards of a tune at once jaunty and pessimistic, hopeful and hopeless, and a model for how we can make sense of the scraps of our lives. “We are where we’ve been and what we’ve read,” the author says, and gives us his youth in Montana, the family tradition of boxing, careers in writing and fighting, the words of Mike Tyson, Frederick the Great, Fran Lebowitz, and Shakespeare. In his camouflaged memoir, the award-winning short-story writer cobbles together the sources of the vision of life he has accrued as a consequence of his six decades of living and reading. 

Published by: University of Iowa Press

Title Page, Copyright, Dedication

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pp. 2-7

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Author’s Note

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pp. vii-9

i concern myself in this book with matters of war, race, religion, memory, illness, and family, sources of humor and horror. And: boxing, which has been reported in literature from Homer on. Although a questionable and hardly perfect sport, there are times when individuals in the ring, acknowledging the risk...

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Part I

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pp. 1-98

My father’s father, James Arthur Anderson, owned family land near Moab that he lost in a poker game to a Utah judge. To remedy this loss, he made and sold Prohibition hooch to Jack Mormons. In time, his selling to Utes on the reservation set the Feds on his trail. Loading...

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Part II

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pp. 99-208

In the fall of 1987, a deer struck my car. Never saw the deer. It may as well have been a meteorite or a bullet. What I heard was the noise. Though the deer had been inside the car, I never saw it. My door was jammed, but I don’t remember crawling over the gear shift to exit on the passenger...

Works Cited

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pp. 209-216

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pp. 217-218


E-ISBN-13: 9781609382247
E-ISBN-10: 1609382242
Print-ISBN-13: 9781609381110
Print-ISBN-10: 1609381114

Page Count: 226
Publication Year: 2012

Edition: paper