Out of the mists of Oregon lore, Ken Kesey has summoned a long-remembered story he first heard as a boy from his father around a campfire: the "last go round" at the Pendleton Round-Up in 1911, which pitted three cowboys against each other as they rode for the first world broncbusting crown. Photos.
Ken Kesey was American writer, who gained world fame with his novel One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1962, filmed 1975). In the 1960s, Kesey became a counterculture hero and a guru of psychedelic drugs with Timothy Leary. Kesey has been called the Pied Piper, who changed the beat generation into the hippie movement.
Ken Kesey was born in La Junta, CO, and brought up in Eugene, OR. He spent his early years hunting, fishing, swimming; he learned to box and wrestle, and he was a star football player. He studied at the University of Oregon, where he acted in college plays. On graduating he won a scholarship to Stanford University. Kesey soon dropped out, joined the counterculture movement, and began experimenting with drugs. In 1956 he married his school sweetheart, Faye Haxby.
Kesey attended a creative writing course taught by the novelist Wallace Stegner. His first work was an unpublished novel, ZOO, about the beatniks of the North Beach community in San Francisco. Tom Wolfe described in his book The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (1968) Kesey and his friends, called the Merry Pranksters, as they traveled the country and used various hallucinogens. Their bus, called Furthur, was painted in Day-Glo colors. In California Kesey's friends served LSD-laced Kool-Aid to members of their parties.
At a Veterans' Administration hospital in Menlo Park, California, Kesey was paid as a volunteer experimental subject, taking mind-altering drugs and reporting their effects. These experiences as a part-time aide at a psychiatric hospital, LSD sessions - and a vision of an Indian sweeping there the floor - formed the background for One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, set in a mental hospital. While writing the work, and continuing in the footsteps of such writers as Thomas De Quincy (Confessions of an English Opium Eater, 1821), Aldous Huxley (The Doors of Perception, 1954), and William S. Burroughs (Naked Lunch, 1959), Kesey took peyote. The story is narrated by Chief Bromden. Into his world enters the petty criminal and prankster Randall Patrick McMurphy with his efforts to change the bureaucratic system of the institution, ruled by Nurse Ratched.
The film adaptation of the book gained a huge success. When the film won five Academy Awards, Kesey was barely mentioned during the award ceremonies, and he made known his unhappiness with the film. He did not like Jack Nicholson, or the script, and sued the producers.
Kesey's next novel, Sometimes a Great Notion (1964), appeared two years later and was also made into a film, this time directed by Paul Newman. The story was set in a logging community and centered on two brothers and their bitter rivalry in the family. After the work, Kesey gave up publishing novels. He formed a band of "Merry Pranksters", set up a commune in La Honda, California, bought an old school bus, and toured America and Mexico with his friends, among them Neal Cassady, Kerouac's travel companion. Dressed in a jester's outfit, Kesey was the chief prankster.
In 1965 Kesey was arrested for possession of marijuana. He fled to Mexico, where he faked an unconvincing suicide and then returned to the United States, serving a five-month prison sentence at the San Mateo County Jail. After this tumultuous period he bought farm in Pleasant Hill, Oregon, settled down with his wife to raise their four children, and taught a graduate writing seminar at the University of Oregon. In the early 1970s Kesey returned to writing and published Kesey's Garage Sale (1973). His later works include the children's book Little Tricker the Squirrel Meets Big Double the Bear(1990) and Sailor Song (1992), a futuristic tale about an Alaskan fishing village and Hollywood film crew. Last Go Around (1994), Kesey's last book, was an account of a famous Oregon rodeo written in the form of pulp fiction. In 2001, Kesey died of complications after surgery for liver cance
Apparently I didn't read the blurbs carefully enough. I was expecting a non-fiction study of the early days of the Pendleton Roundup, not this somewhat bizarre novelized form of a legendary day at the rodeo.
Well, that will teach me to go browsing around late at night. lol
I should explain some of the background of the history behind Last Go Round. In 1911, the Pendleton Roundup, held on the Columbia River prairie in Oregon, was heavily promoted as the World Championship Rodeo of all time. Colorful characters such as William Cody (Buffalo Bill) were in attendance as well as all of the genuine rodeo elite of the time. Much like the author, Ken Kesey, I was introduced to the Pendleton roundup in the 1960s as the premiere annual rodeo event. We went in our western wear and watched it all, horse races, roping, bulldogging, and of course bronc and bull riding. It was a spectacle and some of the participants were truly amazing athletes. Obviously, I have some nostalgia about this topic. I also know some of the families who are related to characters in the book. I am sure they have concerns about the Merry Prankster's treatment of them in the book especially since there are obviously events that are created or exaggerated by Kesey.
The book is a modern tall tale woven among historical fact and the rumors, recollections of old timers, and a hefty dose of loco weed to spice up the story of the legendary contest. The facts are that three contestants were in close pursuit of the overall prize. George Fletcher was a flamboyant black cowboy and local favorite to win in Pendleton. Jackson Sundown, a working cowboy and Nez Perce Indian was a quietly confident competitor and a master horseman. The wildcard in the contest for the crown is young Jonathan Spain, a new face in western rodeo; he looks a bit like Harry Connick Jr. The newcomer arrived from Tennessee on a big horse named Stonewall with the intent to win. The adventures of these three principal characters and the events that transpired are at once sweet and tragic, told in classic Kesey style. It is a story about the passing of the old west, of our nation's struggles with racism and the treatment of Native peoples, and it also captures the essence of the thrill and excitement of rodeo.
I actually grew up in Pendleton, where the Round Up is still held every year and it seems like half the West turns out for it. I remember very little of the events themselves, but I remember the buildup to the event every year: the parade with the Round Up Princesses and various tribes, the RVs rolling in from states on the far side of the Rockies, and the week we got off of school during Round Up.
Last Go Round is far more fiction than it is fact, but if I wanted to read fact I wouldn't have read this. I read it while I was camping/hunting south of Pendleton, and I can't imagine a more perfect setting. Kesey does a great job of breathing life into each figure, although each character manages to be both well-drawn and stereotypical. There were racist moments that seemed inserted for the sake of being racist. The women existed only in relation to the men (I adore Kesey's writing but whooo boy does he have a serious woman problem).
Overall, I'd recommend it if 1) like me, you happen to be from that area of the country, 2) you're making your way through the dozen or so novels ever set in Oregon, or 3) like me, you're a Kesey fan, for better or worse.
Fun tall tale that was a little hard for me to get through. I have no personal ties to rodeos, PNW, or cowboy culture like most folks who reviewed it before me, so I didn't love the action sequences of the round up competitions. Some of the terminology, characterization, and accents didn't age well and are kind of offensive.
But I do like the Kesey and Beats genre and enjoyed the wordplay, character development, storytelling, novelty, and dialog (except for the now-racist way the accents were written and emphasized). Clearly most of the story was embellished, but it's an entertaining, if a bit too long, trip.
I really wish it were available on Audible bc it helps me to read and listen at the same time--i did find online an old archived recording of Kesey reading it, bit it was a different version, like an early edition or maybe pre-publication version, bc the sequence was very different from the book. But it was cool to hear his gravely and unsober sounding old voice.
It required a lot of discipline to force myself to read it, but I'm glad I did.
This was a really fun read. It is very different than Kesey's other books, in that it was just a feel good story about 3 guys competing at a rodeo. There is nothing super powerful about this, and it won't blow you away, but pretty much anyone will enjoy it.
The three main character are John Spain, George Fletcher, and Sundown Jackson (all real people), and this story follows them throughout the 3-4 days of the first ever World Championship Rodeo in Pendleton, OR (I think OR), in 1911. These guys are hilarious, and great cowboys, and it is non-stop shenanigans, gamblin' and wranglin' while fighting back against the man (Buffalo Bill and some world champ, roided up wrestler named Gotch).
This book has the perfect amount of romance (very little) and tragedy (also very little). It is a light hearted read that will make you chuckle and love these three guys.
A great, rollicking read about the the 1913 Pendleton Round-Up...all kinds of historical characters show up and deliver great stories and quips...based on actual participants in that particular Pendleton-Up...as I said, a great, rollicking read
«Сынок, все на свете случайно…» — Фокус в том, чтобы поверили, что это нарочно.
Книга, начинающаяся с отказа от ответственности в своём посвящении, не может оказаться скучной. И пусть повествование напоминает походку в стельку пьяного кавбоя, одурманенного индейский чаем из белены. Это ведь хулиган Кэн Кизи! Великий американский проказник из разукрашенного во все цвета радуги дурдома на колёсах. Только он может так мастерски балансировать на сочетании несочетаемого, упрощать сложное и наоборот. Только его ковбойможет надеть черный берет и взял бурдючок с вином, чтобы люди видели, что он художник.
Никогда не верьте тому, что пишут на обложках. Интеллектуальный роман. Что за вздор? Это просто виски. Всё просто, если вы не дальтоник. Всё предельно просто, как в индейской поговорке: "если надумал съесть арбуз, съешь арбуз". Роман не интеллектуальный, а интеллигентный. Парадокс: родео, скотопасы, ниггеры, выпивохи, барыги и головорезы, в любой даже самый острый момент выдают из-под пера Кизи буквально следующее: «Шут возьми, ты во что-то вступил. Но это просто трава, которая прошла через корову». Даже характеристики самых отьявленых мерзавцев не выходят за культурные рамки Шекспировских метафор:"Молоко человеческой доброты тут не доилось". Кроме того, когда два заклятых врага встречаются, скажем, во время ограбления поезда и между ними случается едва ли не английское чаепитие, это, как минимум, очень забавно. "Новые сапоги, брат Флетчер? Или ты опустился до осквернения могил?". К слову, упомянутые сапоги на протяжение всей истории проигрываются то в карты, то на спор, совершая абсурдный круговорот с ноги на ногу, от ковбоев к индейцам и обратно. При том, что одни с другими, из брезгливости, за один стол бы не сели в обычных обстоятельствах. И это лишь капля в море иронии. " Я уснул на железнодорожных путях в Уолла-Уолла. Очнулся — правой руки нет. Повезло, однако. Я левша. Я мог представить себе другие варианты везения..."
Знаете, что заметил? Персонаж, от лица которого ведётся повествование начисто лишен харизмы и какой-либо выразительности. Я запомнил только его блестящие сапоги и то, что за все дни родео ему удалось нормально поспать только один раз. Я даже имени его не запомнил, хотя он победил в этом историческом родео, хотя фактически, серебряным седлом его наградили "колченогий биржевой маклер и ароматный анемон, оба знавшие лошадей только с той стороны, которая обращена к сиденью коляски". Да, я не помню имени рассказчика этой потрясающей байки, но с уверенностью могу сказать, что в решающем заезде его мустангом был Месяц Бегущий Сильно. И этот мустанг был лютым человеконенавистником.
Может быть, именно из-за размытости центра повествования, периферия так отчётлива и выпукла, что запомнились мельчайшие её детали - лица мужчин,женщин, морды лошадей и даже одна очаровательная строптивая корова из состязания по дойке. По свирепости, неистовству и боевому духу эта маленькая коровка была гигантом. "И какая акробатка! Она могла извернуться так, что боднуть тебя, лягнуть и укусить разом. Это было все равно что доить двухсоткилограммовую землеройку".
Любое животное у Кизи наделено индивидуальностью не менее выразительной, чем человеческая. К примеру, у мышастой кобылы индейца Сандауна "были длинные ресницы, лоснистая грива и вид несколько дамский. Но когда она косила глазом, из-под ресниц проглядывала затаенная истерика". Наверное поэтому Кизи нет-нет, да ввернёт что-нибудь патетическое: "Посредственные наездники знают только кнут. Хорошие — и кнут, и пряник. У замечательных — три руки: в одной — поводья, в другой — хлыст, в третьей — сердце лошади."
Ещё Кизи умеет сказать красиво. И пользуется этим при первом удобном случае. Вместо того, чтобы написать, что в комнете учинили страшный погром, он непременно скажет: "Жилище выглядело так, как будто сюда заглянул торнадо и устроился со всеми удобствами". Вместо "волосы разметались по навозу" - "Волосы рассыпались вокруг головы, как пролитый мед". Вместо "я успокоился" - "всю мою злобу смыло, как налет с помойного ведра." Или, как это было в описании борьбы неимоверно здорового безволосого громилы Готча-мясорубки с крошечным индейским пастором: "Выглядело это так, как будто большой розовый паровоз наехал на маленького бурого мишку". И если разговор зашел об этой неравной борьбе, то замечу - здесь у Кизи никогда не предугадать, что случится в следующую секунду. Поворот сюжета всегда непредсказуем и часто комичен: "Дважды еще огромный борец атаковал безучастный коричневый ком и дважды был поднят в воздух.В третий раз опустив его на брезент, пастор Монтаник сказал Фрэнку Готчу, что Иисус любит его, и повернулся, чтобы уйти с ринга. В индейской борьбе схватка завершается балансом, а не господством." В результате всё закончилось не в пользу здоровяка: "Он много раз кричал «сдаюсь», зачем ты все равно кусал его зад? — Зачем он не отпускал мою голову?". Бедолага Монтаник думал, что боролся за спасение бессмертной души чёрного кавбоя, а оказалось, что — за его вставные зубы.
И вообще не было ни единого раза, чтобы какой-нибудь отчаянный ковбой, будь он юношей или стариком, оказавшись в безвыходной и опасной для жизни ситуации, не отпустил бы какую-нибудь шуточку. И женщины там такие же: "Где санитарная машина, где носилки? Разрази вас гром, бедная девочка лежит в коровьем дерьме, ее мухи зажрут, пока вы там прохлаждаетесь! Сара засмеялась сквозь зубы над этой красочной речью, хотя видно было, что ей очень больно. Я спросил, где самое больное место. — Гордость — а ты как думал? Прерия Роз доехала и все-таки выиграла, да?"
Конечно, попасть таким на язычток значит быть уколотым и неоднократно. В этом плане сцена за обедом у семейства Мейерхофф, одна из моих самых любимых.
— Жить невозможно с ними, даже умереть невозможно. Они тебя выкапывают и гложут. — Сара, не огорчай нас будь милой, как твои сестры. — Езжу ли я, мистер Спейн? — А толстый щенок пернет, когда… — Сара! — хором ужаснулись сестры. — Сара не только ездит — она одна из Принцесс нашего родео. Кронпринцесса. Только одна дама получила больше голосов: знаменитая наездница Прерия Роз Хендерсон. — Которая скорее лошадь,чем дама или наездница. Ей не хватает только копыт и хвоста. Да, я езжу, полковник Спейн. Хотели молока — ой-ой-ой! Наоми извела все молоко на яблочный штрудель. Может быть, мне сбегать в город, за лошадиным, если Прерия Роз позволит себя… — Са-ара! — Вы правы, для дойки поздно. — Черный — прекрасно. — Я всегда пью черный. — Не выдумывайте, полковник Спейн. Южные джентльмены всегда пьют со сливками, это всем известно. Только конные бродяги пьют черный. У всех у них темное прошлое и туманное будущее. Сбегаю к соседям, попробую занять чашку сливок. — Сара?.. — Да, постараюсь просить сладким голосом. Хотя, боюсь, Рут и Наоми весь сахар тоже использовали.
И при всём при этом, я бы не назвал "Последний заезд" Кена Кизи одной из лучших его книг, несмотря на то, что ему удалось сделать этот жанр привлекательным даже для тех, кто не особо жалует приключенческую литературу. Книга в лучших традициях Кизи только потому, что все его книги и так, как близкие родственники, сходне чертами внешности. Местами повествование всё же виляло какими-то козьими тропами, провисало, затягивалось или путалось. Не жалею, что прочёл. "Последний заезд" не стал одной из моих любимых книг. К прочтению не обязательно, но если надумаете, то врятли пожалеете об этом.
About: loosely based on true story - Pendleton round up in 1911. Three cowboy characters - black George Fletcher, indian Jackson Sundowner, and Tennessean Jonathan E. Lee Spain. Buffalo Bill Cody makes an appearance, not flattering. The three are tied at the end of the rodeo, and have a special tie-breaker bronc ride. Spain is deemed the winner... not necessarily on merit...in the end the deciding vote was the town barber, who figured Spain was the best shot at a new customer :-).
Some indirect (sometimes direct) social observations through the experiences of the indian and black characters, the laundry run by the chinese family and others, but also warmth and humor. Lots of animated side characters. The colloquial first person language required more focus to get through, felt a little laborious at times. Story line took some sorting out... I had to reorient on the story when I picked up and put down numerous times. Would have been easier on myself to condense the read. I really enjoyed the wit in the language once i got the hang of it, though, and glad I read. Part of my Pacific Northwest author and story focus.
Príbeh z prostredia slávou opradeného Pendeltonského rodea som si užila spolu s hlavnými hrdinami. Ohne sa tu zakladajú nad mestom, šíri sa z nich vôňa pečenej fazule a príbehy sa rozprávajú tlmeným hlasom. Priateľskí ale aj mĺkvi a hrdí indiáni, kovboji vo vyleštených topánkach a zaprášenom oblečení, Sára s írskymi koreňmi a vášnivou povahou, dokonca slávny Divoký Bill. Veľmi ma bavil humor, aj ten suchý indiánsky, a tiež oceňujem Kaseyho rozprávačské majstrovstvo a jeho zmysel pre detail - opisy prípravy jedál, všetky tie vône a chute, atmosféra na rodeu a v krčmách, všetko sa mi odohrávalo pred očami ako živý film.
Cestovanie vlakom, preskakovanie z vozňa do vozňa, pričom každý ukrýval iný svet, tieto nočné potulky v rútiacom sa vlaku plnom rozmanitých ľudí, sa mi páčili najviac. Bohovsky to napísal Ken Kesey. Ten kto nasadne na mimoriadny pendeltonský expres, dostane sa týmto vlakom do časov, keď bol divoký západ ešte skutočne divoký.
"Last Go Round" is a historically based, folklore embellished tale of rodeo in Pendleton OR about 100 years ago, complete with photos of the actual persons and events described! The life and times are wild and crazy, and the real life characters are colorful and human. It is a fascinating "inside" look at what life was like in the rodeo circuit of the West. The Pendleton event is still held to this day, and is known as the Pendleton Round-Up ( https://www.pendletonroundup.com/ )
This author caught my eye because of another more widely know book that he authored and i've read: "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" (of movie fame).
I've lived in Oregon for the past 25 years and am well-acquainted with the Pendleton Round-Up. I love Oregon history and western history. But found this book to be a bit of a chore to get through.
It's not a bad book. It's a tall tale (sort of) version of a true event. Generously, The characters are caricatures and paper-thin with no interior life. There is a frame story of sorts that is a bit foggy. I'm not 100% sure what was happening there, when, or why it was important.
It's shallow and overly silly in places.
The photos are a great addition and seeing the real people behind the cardboard cut-outs is a treat. This would make for a good, thrilling straight non-fiction.
A great, short and easy yarn by Ken Kesey, author of The Great American Novel (Sometimes a Great Notion)
What a fun and interesting tall tale based on historical fact and real people (with photographs to boot). A fun story of the early days of rodeo. Rootin-tootin, rip-roarin, jam packed with post-wild-west pranks and rodeo action.
I recommend this to anyone. Makes me also want to recommend this book I read a few years ago: https://www.amazon.com/Handloggers-W-... (Handloggers-- a true story out of the Alaska frontier round about the same time frame)
Anytime I read Ken Kesey it makes me want to write my own weird stuff but this one's a story about the first time the saddle was won @ the Pendleton Round Up
I picked this up since it is a Ken Kesey book, and I enjoy tales of the old west. But, I didn't really love the fictionalization here. Much of the true stuff was pretty amazing.
This book is a very well-written story, with an interesting plot apparently based on a true story, and several interesting characters. It is, however, vastly different from Kesey's two better-known novels, "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" and "Sometimes A Great Notion". Oh, like them it has some larger-than-life characters triumphing over obstacles, and like them it is set in the American Northwest. But the writing style is far less idiosyncratic; like "Cuckoo's Nest", it is told in first person, but not stream-of-consciousness, and the narrator's mental processes are much easier to follow. And unlike "Sometimes...", we only ever see the action through a single mental perspective, not 22. So it is a much more traditional style of story-telling. What's more, it seems for the most part to be missing the "hero against conformist society" theme of those novels; there's a touch of it to be found but only a touch. This doesn't make it any less well-written, but if those things were what you like about Kesey's other novels, don't read this one just on that account. If, on the other hand, you didn't care for the fancy stylistic games of those novels, don't let that turn you away from this one. It's just a good, solid story. No more, no less.
Absolutely loved it. An exciting book about real people, a real event, and some riveting story-telling. I enjoy reading about African Americans in the West and this character, George Fletcher goes right up to the top of the heap with characters such as Deadwood Dick. Told from the point of view of someone who meets Fletcher on the way to the 1911 Pendleton (Oregon) Rodeo this story tells of the social problems in a turn-of-the-century western town without preaching. Other characters in the story; Buffalo Bill Cody, Jackson Sundown (native American rodeo performer), Prairie Rose Henderson, and the narrator - John Lee Spain were all real people too. The spectacular riding ability of the performers is documented. This would make an excellent movie (my highest rating :>).
A fictionalized account of an early Pendleton Round-up, that featured a Nez Perce, an African-American, and a white southerner in a saddlebronc ride-off after a three way tie for the all-round title. The narrator is the southerner telling his story many years later in oral cowboy fashion. This was Kesey's last published novel and was written with his friend Ken Babbs.
"A rip snorter of a yarn (with) a surprising degree of wishful complexity." The New York Times
Lots of fun and humor but the book also has a lot to say about racism, sexism, male bonding, entertainment promotion and the end of the pioneer west.
Not Kesey's best book for sure. While I liked the interaction between John Spain, Jackson Sundown, and George Fletcher, there were some glitches that threw me out of the story. At least two geography things were wrong, and then there was a horse thing that also didn't sit right with me. Little things like that which just don't work, and in a novelization of a real event like this, those are just the kind of details you want to get as correct as possible.
Oh well. Great characterization, and even if it wasn't Kesey's best book, he still wrote some pretty dang good dialogue and built some strong characters.
Last Go Round: A Real Western by Ken Kesey with Ken Babbs (Viking 1994) (Fiction – Western). Kesey recounts an old Oregon cowboy tale that his father told him. It's the story of “The Last Roundup” on the Pendleton Ranch in 1911. It sounds a lot more interesting than it was. Think more Sometimes a Great Notion and less One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. DNF. My rating: 3/10, finished 2008.