I've been reading "Plainsong," by Kent Haruf, and it's like a rough draft of the TV version of "Friday Night Lights."
Both of these works concern small towns; both concern high schools and varied family-shapes. In "Friday Night Lights," there is basically one "conventional nuclear family," then there is a boy raising his younger brother, a single mom with two daughters, a grandmother in charge of a high-school junior, and so on. "Plainsong" has two orphaned, elderly brothers "raising" a girl whose mother has lost her mind. Also, two kids basically take care of themselves when a parent begins confining herself to bed, rejecting food, going unwashed.
I liked "Friday Night Lights" best when it steered away from melodrama. For example, many celebrated scenes focused on tiny disagreements between "Coach Taylor" and his wife, Tami: disputes about the annual Panthers BBQ, awkward discussions about post-partum sex and "when to resume," chats about strange notations in the checking account that haven't been announced or explained, chats about how to accommodate a visiting, charismatic "frenemy" from childhood.
"Plainsong" has a similar approach to storytelling. Despite its heavy themes, the book still sometimes lingers on two little boys delivering newspapers, or on procedural details within the local Board of Education meetings, or on how to select and assemble a crib. We begin to understand Haruf's memorable characters in these small moments. When a little boy has to choose eggs for oatmeal cookies, it's a crisis, because the shopping list doesn't specify "brown" or "white" eggs--and how can I know whether or not the color-difference is crucial to the recipe?
I'm happy to take a break from serial killers and murder plots--and I see myself in Haruf's fictional people. It's a great gift if you can keep your readers spellbound--just with descriptions of ordinary life.
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