Like other reviewers here, I first became aware of Raymond thru his work as a screenwriter for director Kelly Reichardt, one of America's leading independent filmmakers. Well, I was not disappointed. He is a very fine writer, and his fiction is its own thing, and does not come across like a novelization of the films. Although, like the movies, his writing has an elusive, elliptical quality. Oh, and confusingly he sometimes goes by Jon and other times by Jonathan, and there are other authors named Jonathan Raymond who write about education and business leadership, lol.
This novel follows 2 parallell relationships, separated by many decades, yet having some similar features. Cookie and Henry are young men in the Pacific Northwest during the Wild West days, maybe the 1850s? I don't recall seeing any dates. Cookie befriends the hungry, young maverick Henry during a trapping expedition in the Oregon wilderness, possibly saving his life, and the 2 become good friends and partners. They hatch a kooky scheme to crew on a sailing ship to China, bringing with them some castoreum oil (a quack medicine extracted from beavers) which they hope will bring them a great fortune. Henry is masculine and energetic, and Cookie is mellow and sweet, making for a yin and yang relationship.
Raymond cuts back and forth between this historical fiction and another friendship set in 1970s or 1980s Oregon, this one between two teenage girls, Trixie and Tina. They both live with their single moms in a lefty community in a semi-rural area. There is a similar dynamic as with the 2 young men: Trixie is adventurous and reckless, and Tina is more reserved and cautious. This is a nice depiction of 2 bright, creative teens forming a bond, having adventures, and making a little bubble around themselves. However, I often felt like I was reading about 2 teen boys more than 2 teen girls. Where were the conversations about boys, clothes, friends, and family relationships? They seem to mostly bond around their shared project of making a movie about a doctor in Philadelphia who pioneers how to do lobotomies. When this first came up, I thought a third story was making its appearance, but that is not how it turned out.
It seemed to me that 2 parallell tales of gay love, perhaps unrequited, were starting up. I won't give away the ending, but I found myself waiting a long time to learn more about what was going on in the characters' hearts. This was, I thought, a problem in the narrative. We are learning about the characters, spending time with them, but what are they feeling for each other, what are they looking for? It is hard to know.
Juxtaposed with these threads is the discovery, on the property of Neil, a leader among the Oregon lefties, the skeletons of a couple of men sunk deep in some mud. The reader naturally assumes these are the remains of Cookie and Henry, but it is impossible to know for sure. A local reporter breaks the story, and soon a media circus is underway. A local Indian tribe begins demanding to have the skeletons of what they assume are their ancestors, and a scientist says he must have them in the name of scientific knowledge. In the end, tragedies occur and the questions raised are mostly answered.
I really like Raymond's prose style, and I plan on reading more of his work. He writes colorful descriptions that are nevertheless easy to read. The pages keep turning, but there is some very nice prose. Here, for example, is a favorite: "He felt like things were coming into some kind of alignment again, like some pinhole was opening and he was starting to see light. He was almost giddy with optimism, like everything might float away at once, and converge somewhere high in the air, and everyone he had ever known would meet each other and fall in love. But then he always felt like that around this time of year. The late summer was his time of great optimism." Now, that is nice.