Imagine the film, Shirley Valentine’s Vacation with its maturing female protagonist undergoing something of a mid-life crisis but built around an individual who planned a tour group from Lake Wobegon (instead of an English wife traveling solo) and substituting Italy for Greece. Such is the conceit behind Pilgrims: A Wobegon Romance. This delightful book is filled with all of the witty, cleverly-phrased descriptions of the small town Midwest, as well as small town Midwesterners. In addition to poking fun at the small town mentality, Pilgrims is also full of self-deprecating humor as radio host and author Garrison (“Gary” to some of the characters in the book) Keillor frames the story with his own (alleged) insecurity and reaction to the hostility from his fictional hometown while viewing the unfolding events.
It all starts with a desire to honor the grave of a veteran of WWII who, apparently, was an amazing war hero. The truth turns out to be rather surprising, as does the certain amount of duplicity the protagonist deals to Keillor, her husband, and the other disciples (The book doesn’t call them that, but there are 12 members of the tour and the Catholic Church (real and mostly imagined) plays a major role in the story.). Of course, a certain amount of duplicity is perpetrated on said protagonist, as well.
Keillor has a lot of fun with the Lutherans on the trip misunderstanding the Catholics and, sometimes, the Catholics not even understanding themselves. At one point, the pilgrims visit the Scala Sancta (allegedly the stairs Jesus climbed for his trial with Pontius Pilate) but Keillor identifies the alleged artifact as being the stairs Jesus climbed to the Lord’s Supper and, for good measure, suggests they saw the Sancta Sanctorum Cucina where the Lord’s Supper was prepared, too (p. 181). [Note: Besides the Last Supper having been held in Jerusalem, I think the Cucina is the name of a restaurant near the Vatican.] On another occasion, he refers to Pope Giovanni della Cancelleria (Pope John the Omitted) to offer a funny name that sounds almost plausible because Rome has a Palazzo della Cancelleria (p. 198).
I enjoyed the way Keillor handled his own character—neither stealing the show nor being immune to the comic events which occur in the story. And while I can’t really write about the ending without creating a dreadful spoiler, I can say that it seemed fitting—maybe not “poetic justice” but fitting. And speaking of the ending, don’t ignore the Epilogue. I wasn’t wild about the poem, but the bit with Keillor’s sister had me giggling from its wonderful absurdity.
Lake Wobegon will always be on my literary vacation list—even if I’d probably need to be a regular (and inebriated) patron of the Sidetrack Tap to find it anywhere except the occasional radio special and between the pages of a book like Pilgrims: A Wobegon Romance.