More than half a century ago, I enrolled in a college course on the short story. The professor was distinguished-looking and highly articulate, with a fondness for discovering literary epiphanies, and for the writings of Bret Harte. I knew nothing about Wallace Stegner personally, and the only thing I recognized about his professional career was that he had co-edited a collection of short stories that was one of the course texts.
My youthful ignorance of Stegner's life and works has been belatedly but amply remediated by Jackson Benson's excellent biography of him. Benson knew Stegner personally, and had his cooperation for the project, but as his subject once playfully predicted, the biography did not come to fruition until after Stegner's death.
Wallace Stegner's fiction was firmly entrenched in the realist tradition, and although it was not purely autobiographical, a good bit of it drew heavily from his own history, including humble origins and a difficult childhood. (Little did I realize that the man lecturing on James Joyce had once lived in a family tent, and traveled from one homestead to another by horse and wagon.) Benson adroitly identifies the factual elements in Stegner's novels and short stories, placing them in the context of Stegner's rich and interesting life. He also offers extended critical but balanced commentary on many of Stegner's writings.
At the time of my encounter with him, Stegner had already achieved considerable distinction if not commensurate recognition; he had published eight novels and a lot of assorted non-fiction. Typecast as a "Western writer" (he was indeed that, but much more), even his later work often failed to attract attention in the Eastern press; neither his Pulitzer Prize novel Angle of Repose nor his National Book Award novel The Spectator Bird received reviews in The New York Times. Although Stegner was anything but self-aggrandizing, his pride was understandably wounded by such exclusions.
As a university professor, Stegner taught a few antagonistic students whose reputations soon exceeded his own, a fact that he sometimes found galling. A strong traditionalist, he was particularly distressed by the attitudes expressed by "hippies" and "acid freaks" who rejected the "system" without proposing any positive replacements. Needless to say, Stegner was not enamored of the acclaim that Ken Kesey received, although he was apparently quite content with the successes of other former students such as Edward Abbey, Wendell Berry, and Larry McMurtry.
Wallace Stegner was not only an author; he was a political and environmental activist. He participated in anti-war demonstrations, he served briefly as an assistant to Secretary of the Interior Stuart Udall during the Kennedy administration, and he held a four-year appointment on the board of the Sierra Club. His passionate environmental concerns frequently showed up in his books and articles.
I remember Stegner as a modest man who exuded delight in sharing his enthusiasm for good literature with his students. You didn't get lectures like Wallace Stegner's from a stuffed shirt. And he wasn't one.