Makings of a writer (as an adventuresome boy) in western Montana

Photo shows Author Kevin S. Giles as Boy Scout

In May 1964, I left at 6 a.m. to attend a Boy Scout campout at Dillon, Montana, according to my mother’s notes on the back of the photo. I was suitably prepared with my dad’s sleeping bag.

By Kevin S. Giles

I often wonder why I didn’t write more as a boy, or if I did, where it all went. My father, forever inclined to purge the attic of anything resembling sentimentality, might have pitched whatever I wrote. Or, maybe, I hardly wrote at all?

Writing seemed painful then. I realize now that was my first lesson about this craft of putting words to innermost thoughts.

In 1965 – the year that my novel Summer of the Black Chevy takes place – owning a personal computer seemed as far-fetched as landing on the moon. My mother had a black Royal typewriter with big round keys that clunked when pushed. Until I was a high school junior I didn’t know how to type anyway, and writing on tablets echoed homework, so I kept stories in my head and went to hang out with friends.

I’ve learned since that hanging out with friends sometimes remains preferable to toiling alone at a keyboard engaged in deeper explorations of myself. That’s the craft of writing. It comes from within, some days more social than others, often mirroring a writer’s mood. The catch is this: yes, writing is lonely, but the writer who lives, talks, listens and observes knows something about what he’s writing.

You get the idea.

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When I began writing Summer of the Black Chevy I recalled what I had seen and done as a boy. The book is fiction, but memories are fact, and those recollections come in handy when a writer sitting all alone reaches for a scene, or phrase, or anecdote.

Shows cover of 'Summer of the Black Chevy'

The novel ‘Summer of the Black Chevy’ by Kevin S. Giles grew from memories of his hometown. The novel also takes place there, in Deer Lodge, Montana.

Jack Kerouac is one my favorite authors, so I’ll quote one of his best lines from On The Road, his definitive personal story about the Beat generation:

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

I’m quite sure that I never heard of Jack Kerouac when I was busy being a boy in western Montana in the 1960s. Maybe all the magazines talked about him. I don’t know. I was too busy trying on life for myself.

Kerouac’s book was known as a roman à clef, a novel about real life. Such novels barely disguise the true characters; Sal Paradise in On the Road was Kerouac as everyone knew him and Dean Moriarty was Neal Cassady, another Beat figure.

I can’t say that I’m Paul Morrison, my protagonist in Summer of the Black Chevy. I know only that he somehow resembles me, in the way that a writer identifies with memories from his youth. Certainly Paul’s tribulations weren’t mine, at least not in the literal sense. Ah, metaphors, such powerful instruments.

So my life as a boy was a writer’s life, because I was out doing things, and thus accrued real life as writers should. A writer’s life draws from real life, even in fiction. Write about what you know, our English teachers told us.

Summer of the Black Chevy is all about a drive into the past even if we find the signposts weathered with age. They’re not unreadable, though, when we step out of the car to look closer.

Whether the road we backtrack to our youth looks recognizable depends on how far we dare to travel – and whether we let our imaginations lead the way.

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Western Montana native Kevin S. Giles wrote the popular prison nonfiction work Jerry’s Riot, the coming-of-age novel Summer of the Black Chevy, and a biography of Montana congresswoman Jeannette Rankin, One Woman Against War, which is an expanded version of his earlier work, “Flight of the Dove.” His new novel, Headline: FIRE! is the third in the Red Maguire series. Masks, Mayhem and Murder is the second. The first is “Mystery of the Purple Roses.” More information is available at https://kevinsgiles.com.

5 thoughts on “Makings of a writer (as an adventuresome boy) in western Montana

  1. We need more story tellers. Folks just don’t take the time to listen to stories of our elders. We fill our time with gadgets and other made up stories from TV. Living life has given you a great resource to draw from.

  2. I remember riding bicycles down the Old River Road on the South East side of Deer Lodge with my best friend and fairly constant companion (read Kevin Giles) with our 22’s strapped to our backs to shoot targets and varmints and to swim in the Clark Fork river. Later as bicycles gave way to the family jeep and drives into the Deer Lodge Mountains, we still hung out together and still took our 22’s, we would talk of more grown up things (read girls). Now days as the “Hooligans” converse using emails and text messages, we are far apart but still close to our childhood friends. Thanks to Kevin’s writing, we can enjoy our home town vicariously through his book and recall our youth (not Paul’s, ours).
    Thanks Kevin

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