The Poet of Tolstoy Park: The Road Less Traveled
I selected this novel by Sonny Brewer as my Moderator's Choice for members of On the Southern Literary Trail for January, 2018. I first read The Poet of Tolstoy Park: A Novel upon its publication in 2005. Since then, I have recommended this book to numerous readers. It pertains to a journey that we all must undertake - facing our own mortality. Do not be disheartened by the serious nature of the subject matter. It is not the final stop when the train pulls into the station. Instead, it is about how we choose to live along the way on this trip. Read on.
ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT
BY ROBERT FROST
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
This is a novel of historical fiction, an exceptional one about an exceptional man. Henry James Stuart, sixty-seven years old, lived in Nampa, Canyon County, Idaho. He was widowed, having been married to his beloved wife Molly for over thirty years. They had two sons, Harvey and Thomas. Henry had attended Seminary but didn't place much value on the institutional church. Nevertheless, his best friend was Will Webb, one of the town's local ministers. Henry lived a rather idyllic life, aside from enduring the painful loss of Molly. He had his home, thirty-six acres of woods surrounding it, and his library. Henry Stuart was an educated man, a man of ideas, a reader of Thoreau, Emerson, the wisdom of Oglala Sioux Black Elk, and most of all, Leo Tolstoy, in Russian.
But life can change so rapidly. In 1925, Henry was diagnosed with Tuberculosis. He might have only a year to live. A change of climate could improve his chances of having a few more days, weeks, or even months. You might say Henry Stuart became one acquainted with the night.
Henry considered San Diego, California. However, his friend Will handed him a brochure for Fairhope, Alabama, a unique single tax colony founded on the principles of Henry George, a contemporary of Leo Tolstoy. The colony had been established by George and twenty-eight followers in 1894. It would be a Utopia.
Henry pursued the purchase of ten acres of land on the outskirts of Fairhope in the township of Montrose through a resident named Philip Stedman. As soon as the transaction was completed, Henry decided to travel by train to Mobile, Alabama, and then by steamer across the Bay where he would meet Stedman, who would drive him to his property.
To be continued...