Kent Haruf pulled a wool cap over his eyes when he sat down at his manual typewriter each morning so he could “write blind,” fully immersing himself in the fictitious small town in eastern Colorado where he set a series of quiet, acclaimed novels, including “Plainsong,” a 1999 best seller. Mr. Haruf often wrote a chapter a day, most recently in a prefabricated shed in the backyard of his home in Salida, Colo., where he died on Sunday at 71.
Punctuation, capitalization, paragraphs — they waited for the second draft. The first draft usually came quickly, a stream of imagery and dialogue that ran to the margins, single-spaced.
The ring of the return oriented him, as did the world he saw in his mind’s eye: the community he called Holt, a composite of towns in Colorado where he had lived as a boy. His father was a Methodist minister, and the family moved often.
“Plainsong” describes the interlocking lives of several families: aging brothers, a pregnant teenager they take in, young boys whose mother suffers from depression. It was the first book he wrote using his distinctive regimen — he produced much of it in the summers while he taught at Southern Illinois University in Carbondale — and he spent six years writing it. Critics praised his spare sentences and the depth and believability of his characters and their circumstances. Writing in Newsweek, Jeff Giles called the book “a moving look at our capacity for both pointless cruelty and simple decency, our ability to walk out of the wreckage of one family and build a stronger one where it used to stand.”
