The unconventional writer's films have found new life on DVD, and now
Two Dollar Radio has begun to bring his writing back. The latest is
the two-fer 'Flats' and 'Quake.'
By Sam Adams
November 15, 2009
Reading Rudolph Wurlitzer's novels is like watching a road movie
backward. In his 1969 underground classic, "Nog," the narrator drifts
across an amorphous terrain on which his shifting identity molds
itself like soft clay. Rather than buttressing his sense of self, the
journey seems to dissolve it, until what remains is something close
to undifferentiated consciousness. "Flats" and "Quake," which
followed "Nog" in rapid succession, mine much the same territory, a
post-cataclysmic landscape in which heroic storytelling has been blown to bits.
Wurlitzer's determined departure from conventional structure would
seem to make him an unlikely candidate for Hollywood. But in the
early 1970s, he wrote the screenplays to "Two-Lane Blacktop" and "Pat
Garrett and Billy the Kid," which have since been acknowledged as two
of the decade's signature films.
It wasn't so at the time. Both were box-office flops, and the latter
was taken away from director Sam Peckinpah before he could complete
his final cut. Wurlitzer did other movie work -- including Alex Cox's
anti-imperialist fable "Walker" and Bernardo Bertolucci's "Little
Buddha" -- but for the most part he drifted to the fringes, and
nowhere more than in regard to his fiction, which quickly disappeared
These days, however, there's something of a Wurlitzer resurgence in
the works. His films have found new life on DVD, and the independent
press Two Dollar Radio has begun to bring his writing back. In 2008,
the publisher released "The Drop Edge of Yonder," his first new novel
in nearly a quarter of a century; earlier this year, it reissued
"Nog." Now come "Flats" and "Quake," collected together in one
double-sided volume (244 pp., $17 paper). For the first time in more
than three decades, it's possible to investigate the interplay
between Wurlitzer's novels and his screenplays, the way his radical
experiments in one informed his canny deconstruction of the other.
"Now that I look back at it, the books are all connected with those
films," says Wurlitzer, who lives in upstate New York with his wife,
photographer Lynn Davis. "I realize, my God, that was an amazing
time, when you could proceed with a certain degree of autonomy and
adventure. I would write one of those crazy books and go out and make
a film, and I didn't know what all the complaints about the movie
business were about. I thought, 'Wow, this is great!' Of course, the
big steel door shut down, and it was bad from then on."
Wurlitzer's great- grandfather, for whom he was named, made a fortune
manufacturing musical instruments, especially organs and jukeboxes,
but the family fortune had dwindled significantly by the time his
great-grandson was born in 1937. Not that it mattered; Wurlitzer
wanted to see the world. "The wanderlust kicked in when I was about
16 or 17," he recalls. "I got a job on an oil tanker, as a wiper in
the engine room. We went from Philadelphia to Spanish Morocco to
Kuwait. After that, I spent lot of time in Europe, Paris, in the
early 1960s, and in Majorca. New York in the '60s was a very exciting
place for me."
Along the way, he befriended an extraordinary roll call of 20th
century artists: Robert Graves; William S. Burroughs and Allen
Ginsberg; Robert Rauschenberg and Claes Oldenburg, with whom he
worked on his first film; and future collaborators Philip Glass and
Robert Frank. "It was an extraordinary time of complete permission," he says.
Eventually, Wurlitzer followed his friend, filmmaker Jim McBride, to
Los Angeles, which was very much to his taste. "The reason why I
liked L.A. was that there was 'no there there,' " he says. "It was
open-ended, a frontier however lazy and languid. One was left without
a cultural envelope, with no dictations. When L.A. became more and
more defined, overly cultural, that was when I fell out."
Wurlitzer's entree into the movies came at a time when the studios
were desperate to tap into the swelling counterculture. The success
of "Easy Rider" had proved there was money to be made, and if that
involved handing the reins to unusual characters, it was worth the
gamble. In the case of "Two-Lane Blacktop," this meant director Monte
Hellman, who had previously directed a pair of bleakly existential
westerns for low-budget king Roger Corman. Hellman in turn tapped Wurlitzer.
Although Wurlitzer was ostensibly working from a pre-existing script
-- he shares story credit with "Gunsmoke" writer Will Corry --
Hellman counseled him to throw out all but the central concept of a
cross-country road race, which Wurlitzer turned into a parable for
the futile allure of masculine independence. Like the characters in
his novels, the protagonists of "Two-Lane Blacktop" are unnamed, but
their attempts to outrun themselves ultimately lead to destruction.
Not only do they burn out, but they also take the film, which appears
to melt in the heat of the projector's bulb, with them.
Wurlitzer's novels also exploit the iconography of quintessentially
American genres. Rather than being conquered, however, the frontier
seems to have disappeared. "Flats," first published in 1970, takes
place in a directionless wasteland where the only signposts are the
characters' names: Memphis, Flagstaff, Halifax. "Quake," which
appeared two years later, begins with Los Angeles being destroyed by
the Big One. "It was a gut thing," Wurlitzer says now of the book. "I
think 'Quake' was a sort of semiconscious, prescient acknowledgment
that L.A. had radically changed for me. There were times I enjoyed
being out there, but that sort of decreased as time went on, and I
came to dread being out there." Such dread is infused into the very
marrow of the novel, which reads like a mash-up of "On the Road" and
"Waiting for Godot," marked simultaneously by perpetual motion and
Besides Kerouac and Beckett -- whom he had to give up reading
"because he meant too much to me" -- Wurlitzer cites Western writer
Louis L'Amour as an influence, if a circumscribed one. You can see
it, refracted through the countercultural lens of both "Pat Garrett
and Billy the Kid" and "The Drop Edge of Yonder," a picaresque that
reimagines the Old West as Dharma trail. L'Amour, he notes, is "such
a cliché, but the first couple of pages, when it's about the
phenomenology of writing into open space without any conceptual plan,
are sublime. Then the whole form sets in, and it's almost unreadable."
For Wurlitzer, the idea is to adopt the open-ended landscape of the
Western without its focus on the imposition of authority and law --
or traditional storytelling. "What I was questioning was the whole
naturalism of the narrative through-line," he explains. "I was always
walking on the edge of nihilism but hoping to find a way to transcend it."
Eventually, Wurlitzer turned to Buddhism, whose influence is strongly
felt in "Hard Travel to Sacred Places," a 1994 nonfiction chronicle
of a trip he and Davis took through Southeast Asia after the death of
her 21-year-old son. And he has continued working -- "Two Telegrams,"
a screenplay he co-wrote with the late Michelangelo Antonioni, is
proceeding toward filming -- although he doesn't seem overly
concerned with drumming up new opportunities, preferring to wait
until the right projects come along.
"When you get to be sitting on that long bench in front of the
Trail's End Saloon, you just get to the point where you have to do
things for their own sake, and with total freedom," he says. "Either
that or you can get a job at Wal-Mart."