In The Patch, John McPhee lights out for a literary territory that
will be unexpected for his regular readers.
McPhee, a New Yorker
staff writer and author of 33 books, may be most known as an author of longer,
non-fiction essays.
John McPhee, (c) Yolanda Whitman |
Part I of The Patch, titled “The Sporting Scene,” includes such essays. In them, McPhee explores pickerel fishing,
college football, recovering abandoned golf balls, golf at St. Andrews in
Scotland, college lacrosse and encounters with bears.
Part II of the book,
titled “An Album Quilt,” however, is where McPhee changes course. “In an album quilt,” he observes, “the blocks
differ, each from all the others.” The
passages in Part II, he concludes, “seem to call for such a title.”
These pieces have “not
previously appeared in any book.” They
are shorter than McPhee’s other works and come from the New Yorker, stories from other magazines and work from Time magazine, where the author worked
before coming to The New Yorker.
The book’s title comes
from the first essay, which is about pickerel fishing. In addition to providing an essay and book
title, “The Patch” is a quarter mile square of lily pads in Lake Winnipesaukee
in New Hampshire. In The Patch, McPhee
and his friend George Hackl found some of the best pickerel fishing on the
Lake.
McPhee and Hackl pursue
pickerel for the breakfast table: “A sautéed young pickerel is more delicious
than most fish.”
“The Patch” and
McPhee’s subsequent essay, “The Orange Trapper,” illustrate why his writing is
appealing. McPhee shares many interests
with his readers. For example, both he
and I are intrigued by pickerel fishing and we both are drawn to retrieving
golf balls, the subject of “The Orange Trapper.”
But McPhee takes a
subject that a reader already likes and offers new and unexpected information.
“The Orange Trapper,” goes beyond retrieving golf balls. He describes The Orange Trapper, a
collapsible device that can retrieve golf balls that are underwater or are inconveniently
fenced off.
He offers a history of
golf ball design. He reveals that,
worldwide, golfers lose 300 million golf balls a year.
After I found these golf balls in the water of Gardiners Bay, perhaps in 2018 there were only 299,999,994 lost golf balls |
In decluttering his life of golf balls, he
discovered The First Tee and Swing 2 Tee, two charities that have taught golf
to many children, primarily in inner cities, and he has donated thousands of
retrieved balls to them.
Once McPhee and a
reader connect about a mutual interest, the reader is then receptive to new
subjects. Following “The Orange Trapper”
are essays about St. Andrews and college lacrosse. I never was interested in either topic. But I was happy to follow an author who can
enliven pickerel and golf balls into these subjects.
This ability to draw
people in on one subject and bring them to other subjects continues in “An
Album Quilt.” He opens this section with
a profile of Carey Grant, which has many positive and negative facts and
impressions about the debonair actor that readers may not know.
One of my favorite “Album
Quilt” pieces is about Hershey’s chocolate.
In it, McPhee introduces Bill Wagner, a Hershey’s taster, who makes sure
Kisses, semi-sweet morsels and Hershey bars always taste the same. He offers an outstanding description of how
cocoa beans are transformed into the chocolate products that the world loves.
Pieces in “An Album
Quilt” are undated. But this piece about
Hershey’s and Wagner may foreshadow McPhee’s work on his magisterial geology series. Making chocolate has a step with a granite
roller and granite bed and “Infinitesimal granitic particles have nowhere to go
but into the chocolate.”
Before McPhee wrote The Patch, he wrote Draft No. 4, about writing. If you have time, it’s worth reading Draft No. 4 before or concurrently with The Patch.
You can see how McPhee’s ideas about
structure and openings are in practice in The
Patch. For example, in Draft No. 4, McPhee describes the blind
opening, where a writer describes a person before revealing their name. In The
Patch, several profiles have blind openings, surprising the reader when
McPhee reveals his subject’s identity.
McPhee’s wit come from
the situation; it is dry and self-deprecating.
A piece about computerizing The
New York Times’ newsroom has all the banter and arguments between computer
experts and users found in contemporary offices. In “Phi Beta Football,” he relates how his
father, the Princeton football team’s doctor, developed an unflavored mix of
electrolytes for his players. Later, the Florida College of Medicine developed
Gatorade. Of that discovery, McPhee
observes, “The difference between Gatorade and the solution in my father’s
buckets was sugar and fruit flavoring - - healthless components that were
evidently of no interest to my father or I would be writing this from one of my
seasonal villas.”
This book is available for purchase from the publisher , at bookstores or in libraries.
This book is available for purchase from the publisher , at bookstores or in libraries.
"He reveals that, worldwide, golfers lose 300 million golf balls a year." Wowww!!!
ReplyDeleteWell done, Jr! I loved Basin and Range" and "In Suspect Terrain." Magisterial is a very apt adjective.
ReplyDeleteHey, Lily and "Fathead," thanks for such a close reading. Appreciate your insightful comments!
ReplyDeleteNice to know about these McPhee books - which apparently may never have been written if "Tigerade" had become a thing ...
ReplyDeleteDave: thanks for reading and for your witty description about how McPhee's father's efforts to electrolytize his players might have led to a different world and no McPhee books. How's your blog going?
ReplyDeleteThanks to Carol H, a friend of the blog. After seeing the mention of St. Andrews, she wrote, "I am not a golfer, in fact, I am of the 'good walk spoiled' school. But we were in St. Andrews on a tour of Britain. It was a very rainy, grim sort of day, a particularly Scottish day. I remember seeing a diehard player practicing—alone—on the driving range, and I wondered at the depth of his interest. Perhaps, like me, he was a tourist from distant parts, and if you have come on a pilgrimage, you must complete it, or live with the shame of missing your chance. Maybe your only chance.
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