I want to preface this review with my admiration and awe of Woody Guthrie. The man wrote thousands of songs, penned three novels, and created hundreds of paintings and sketches. He’s one of my all-time heroes, musically and otherwise. I’ve read his autobiography Bound for Glory five times, and it remains one of my favorite books.
That said, Seeds of Man is a deep cut for a reason.
Woody left behind three different manuscripts of this story, written at different times. Years after his death, they were compiled and edited into the novel we have today. The story follows Woody, his father, uncle, and cousin as they head to South Texas, near the Rio Grande, to search for a gold claim left behind by his Grandpa Jerry P. Guthrie.
The second and third chapters drag considerably. Much of the dialogue is written in thick dialect, with Woody purposefully stretching and drawling the words to capture an Oklahoma accent. On top of that, everyone seems to have five nicknames. Woody’s girlfriend Helen, for example, is also called Hell Cat, Hell Kitten, Helly Gal, Mrs. Hellacious, and more. It can be hard to keep track of who’s who. There are also two long, back-to-back sex scenes that I skimmed. There are only so many times I can read lines like “slipping my greasy pole in yer barn door.” Woody clearly had a wild, and very unfiltered, imagination.
Once they hit the road, though, the book improves. The writing tightens, and Woody’s poetic mind really starts to shine. There are passages that are beautifully written, along with musical moments that feel lively, funny, and authentic, with witty lyrics. Woody brilliantly describes the scenes and the songs. His uncle, a champion fiddle player, brings energy to the journey, and the musical interludes are some of the most enjoyable parts of the novel.
The search for the mine ultimately anchors the story and gives it direction. What moved me most, though, was Woody’s deep compassion. His admiration and care for people of all races and backgrounds shine through clearly. In those moments, the novel becomes heartfelt and genuinely powerful. They meet a whole cast of crazy characters, from an old shaman named Rio to a bandito named Red sun down, who helps folks cross the border, to some beautiful Mexican maidens that help Cousin Eddie with his PTSD he got in WW1.
In the end, I’m glad I read it. I’d give it three stars. It’s not on the level of Bound for Glory, but for die-hard Woody fans like myself, it’s still worth the trip. It feels like a pieced-together, incomplete novel, but it’s still Woody all the way through.