George Ranger Johnson Archive

Documenting the work of prolific cult pulp author George Ranger Johnson through the decades 

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Into the Sun (originally written 1959-1965 / posthumously published 2011)

…Who is the third who walks always beside you?

When I count, there are only you and I together

But when I look ahead up the white road

There is always another one walking beside you,

Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded.

I do not know whether a man or a woman -

But who is that on the other side of you?

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land 

Bringing together several short stories uncovered at an estate sale recently following George Ranger Johnson’s supposed death, this collection was published by Whispering Pines as a limited edition paperback. Rather than pulling out archived stock art for the book’s cover (which would later be done for the limited edition run of Johnson’s other previously unpublished work, Setting Sun), the painting Tempest by Sounion by Crimean artist Ivan Aivazovsky was used instead since finding old pulp magazine covers that fit the themes of the book proved to be difficult. 

Aside from Into the Sun and Mighty, GRJ’s most well-known short stories due to their publication in Whispering Pines Magazine, the remaining stories in this collection have gone unpublished for several decades, for reasons unknown at this time. Despite this, one can clearly see in these tales shades of the prolific writer that GRJ would eventually become. 

Into the Sun now hangs together in a loose-themed trilogy with We Went Wild and When Will I See You Again, much like the non-chronological trilogies present in the later Strange Trails series. The Problem With Your Daughter and Son of a Gun reflect the penchant for romance that Johnson would carry through to Lullaby from the Lonesome Dreams series and all subsequent series after that. 

However, in no other story is the development of Johnson’s unique voice as a writer more present than in the final story of this collection, The Stranger. Telling the tale of a doomed Arctic expedition, despite the characters present being unnamed, from their visual descriptors the reader can easily see the archetypes that GRJ adapted Huron and his companion Blaquefute into. But who is this strange third traveler, the titular Stranger, meant to be? They are neither man nor woman, alive or dead, and they haunt the story’s narrative just as they haunt the two companions. One can see reflected in this tale shades of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, and it’s quite fitting that the publisher chose a passage from that poem for the book’s epigraph. 

Unfortunately, copies of this book are rather hard to come by - my usual efforts of trawling used bookstores and backwater swamps proved fruitless, and I was only permitted to photograph the cover by a friend who had a copy, which they were unwilling to lend to me for an extended period of time. I’m still hopeful that I’ll find one somewhere way out there, in the blur of time.

For now, may you live until you die!

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Into the Sun (originally written 1959-1965 / posthumously published 2011)

…Who is the third who walks always beside you?

When I count, there are only you and I together

But when I look ahead up the white road

There is always another one walking beside you,

Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded.

I do not know whether a man or a woman -

But who is that on the other side of you?

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land 

Bringing together several short stories uncovered at an estate sale recently following George Ranger Johnson’s supposed death, this collection was published by Whispering Pines as a limited edition paperback. Rather than pulling out archived stock art for the book’s cover (which would later be done for the limited edition run of Johnson’s other previously unpublished work, Setting Sun), the painting Tempest by Sounion by Crimean artist Ivan Aivazovsky was used instead since finding old pulp magazine covers that fit the themes of the book proved to be difficult. 

Aside from Into the Sun and Mighty, GRJ’s most well-known short stories due to their publication in Whispering Pines Magazine, the remaining stories in this collection have gone unpublished for several decades, for reasons unknown at this time. Despite this, one can clearly see in these tales shades of the prolific writer that GRJ would eventually become. 

Into the Sun now hangs together in a loose-themed trilogy with We Went Wild and When Will I See You Again, much like the non-chronological trilogies present in the later Strange Trails series. The Problem With Your Daughter and Son of a Gun reflect the penchant for romance that Johnson would carry through to Lullaby from the Lonesome Dreams series and all subsequent series after that. 

However, in no other story is the development of Johnson’s unique voice as a writer more present than in the final story of this collection, The Stranger. Telling the tale of a doomed Arctic expedition, despite the characters present being unnamed, from their visual descriptors the reader can easily see the archetypes that GRJ adapted Huron and his companion Blaquefute into. But who is this strange third traveler, the titular Stranger, meant to be? They are neither man nor woman, alive or dead, and they haunt the story’s narrative just as they haunt the two companions. One can see reflected in this tale shades of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, and it’s quite fitting that the publisher chose a passage from that poem for the book’s epigraph. 

Unfortunately, copies of this book are rather hard to come by - my usual efforts of trawling used bookstores and backwater swamps proved fruitless, and I was only permitted to photograph the cover by a friend who had a copy that they were unwilling to lend to me for an extended period of time. I’m still hopeful that I’ll find one somewhere way out there, in the blur of time.

For now, may you live until you die!

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Now that you’ve said what GRJ book is your favorite, what’s your favorite GRJ book adaptation? My favorite would have to be the recent Vide Noir movie, I feel it depicted a lot of the vivid imagery described in the books very well.

The Vide Noir movie is fantastic! Obviously there's a lot of story and characters lost in trying to cram eleven books into one movie (twelve, really, as Dead Man's Hand gets in there) but considering those constraints it was fantastic at hitting the high notes, and more importantly, at conveying what we love about the characters and atmosphere of the emerald period stories!

I also have to give a shout-out to the old WBUB Lonesome Dreams serials. The old man himself had a hand in some of the productions if I recall.

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I must know out of all your books if you could only choose 1 and one alone for forever which would it be?

Tough call! Ends of the Earth was the first GRJ story I ever picked up, and to this day nothing inspires wanderlust quite like it. But Ancient Names is epic and psychedelic and action-packed like nothing else he’s written.

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Time To Run music video - based off the novel by George Ranger Johnson - Day Three of Twenty Days of Huron

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Setting Sun by George Ranger Johnson 

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Fool For Love (1989)

The next day was hanging day, the sky was overcast and black Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink The hanging judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink The only person on the scene missing was the Jack of Hearts — Bob Dylan, "Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts"

Seems like the cover artist was a bit nostalgic for the Lonesome Dreams era with that art, eh? In fairness, so was GRJ; those of us who look into such things have noted that Fool For Love is probably the biggest throwback of the Strange Trails novels, and the most "western" of this more modern (well, at the very least, firmly twentieth-century-set, if a couple decades back) series. Not too surprising, then, that we get the most extravagant depiction of George's Place as a "western" bar, and Either Buck Vernon or Remy Fusil (more likely, given the etymology of his name) with a pistol that doesn't actually figure into the story.

Ironically, this is one of the few Strange Trails stories that isn't a throwback in some sense, in that it's not a story in flashback. No, this one takes place on the very night that all the previous novels have been told as stories, and it marks the point where the night really goes off the rails.

... Or maybe it doesn't, because maybe it's not connected to the canon at all. Right at the beginning of this one, Buck Vernon, our narrator once more, admits to the reader that "sometimes, I see things that others say they cain't. I don't think that makes 'em unreal, but may well be I'm watching like through the window in the dark at the bottom of a broken bottle, seeing my other lives." That's as close to a fourth wall break as you'll get directly from GRJ in any story, here disguised as a fifth or sixth wall break, shattering layers of reality beyond the simple biniverse of story-truth that we all pass through without thinking on when we pick up a musty paperback. This before he tells a whole story using names that weren't in the bar up until then, and a lover named Lily who sounds almost, but not quite, like lovely Lee, whose story was just told. Li-Lee? Objectively, before we really get going, we do know that Buck came out to spin some tunes for the crowd at George's, that the set's done now and he's sitting back having a few too many while Dylan plays on the jukebox - that very tune in the epigraph is the one described, and it's notable that in the story Buck narrates in real-time, names of characters come into play.

The WBUB special based on this book didn't help with the character confusion either. Don't judge the book by the adaptation, obviously. That's always the rule.

A young fool (Buck himself, thinking he'll play the victorious Jack of Hearts in Dylan's tale?) psyches himself up and picks a fight with Big Jim (Remy Fusil?), lover of Lily. The World Enders, who are still hanging around, and the Tumbleweeds, who we're just meeting now but may be the descendants of Sri Tumbleweed's thugs from Time To Run, get caught up in things. The brawl spreads, chapter by chapter, to bring everyone in, even crashing into the Cambodian opium den behind George's which we only heard referenced in Love Like Ghosts. But things don't go well for our hopeless romantic Buck of Hearts. After a seeming escape from the chaos, Buck finds himself in a back alley where, well, spoilers, but there's a reason that the rest of the Strange Trails stories, especially Buck's, run evermore fantastically through that deep dark wooded valley between the ridges of death and life.

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May you live until you die!

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La Belle Fleur Sauvage (1989)

"I'll live yet to see him Regret the dark hour When he won, then neglected, The frail wildwood flower" - "Wildwood Flower," American folk song written by Maud Irving, best known as performed by Mother Maybelle Carter. [Epigraph from La Belle Fleur Sauvage] The fifth Strange Trails story is one of George Ranger Jonhson's most plain-cut romance novels. As he mentioned after the publication of Lullaby, he’d been wanting to write more “of tender things.”The story this time around comes to the patrons of George's Place from Remy Fusil, the Cajun Cowboy - a character who appears fairly little in the whole rest of GRJ's oeuvre, unless you believe certain theories of second identities (you'd be hard-pressed to find a character who doesn't have those!)

In retrospect, despite his seat in the hallowed pantheon of Strange Trails narrators, alongside such heavy-hitters as Frankie Lou and Buck Vernon, Fusil was a means to an end - that end being the introduction of Lee Green, who would play a major role in the whole rest of Johnson's works, develop from the sweet young flower of the Michigan woods she's portrayed as here, to, in the end of ends, that half-real eye-of-the-hurricane phantom haunting moonlit Mt. Monroe.

But we're getting two series ahead of ourselves. For now, in this book, GRJ deftly weaves together Remy and Lee's hesitant and, perhaps, a touch unreliably narrated romance, with the timeless legend of an unobtainable alpine flower - a legend that Remy swears is Cajun, but in other books we're told it might be Basque, or American folk. In other words, it's a story that comes from everywhere, and everyone. Maybe that's why this old tale's themes of obsessive pursuit ring through almost every page that GRJ ever set his pen to. Behind the kisses in the moonlight, there are always mountains unclimbable, withering flowers picked for ephemeral beauty once held, fools for love lying in the drifting snow, in the wind, lost in time and space, who'd give it all to pluck that fleur.

Oh yes, and we end with another cliffhanger. As Remy leans back in George's Place, having finished his tale of romance, he lights up a cigarette and a Bob Dylan tune comes on the jukebox. No one, he says, could ever challenge that his love was the purest. And then, to a galloping 4/4 beat, he hears footsteps approaching.

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May you live until you die!

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So the recent reboot of the Vide Noir movie has caused a bit of a run on some of the books that originated the characters. What I mean to say is that people are a bit Lee Green crazy right now and copies of La Belle Fleur Sauvage are suddenly hard to come by in the mildewy backstreet used bookstores and estate sales of mysterious widows that we tend to frequent for this blog. We’re still on the hunt though.

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Your local archivist has polls now. So what’s everyone’s favourite original Lonesome Dreams novel?

Ends of the Earth

Time To Run

Lonesome Dreams

The Ghost on the Shore

She Lit a Fire

I Will Be Back One Day

The Man Who Lives Forever

Lullaby

Brother

In The Wind

Voting ended onJan 27, 2023

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Hurricane (Johnnie's Story) (1988)

The final book of George Ranger Johnson's loose Johnnie Redmayne trilogy, an arc within the broader Strange Trails series, was also its least fantastical. Hurricane was sometimes called GRJ's first attempt at young adult fiction. Of course, acolytes know that Johnson rarely set pen to paper with a specific genre in mind - the appeal of his novels comes from the ability to experiment with styles and to tie elements of diverse genres together. Still, there's no denying the influence of S.E. Hinton in Hurricane, so one can see where the description comes from.

After learning about Johnnie's apocalyptic trip in the desert (in Until the Night Turns) and his coy flirtation with death in Dead Man's Hand, this more grounded prequel turns back the clock, to show us the story of how young Johnnie got involved with the legend of the World Ender, and the gang that took their name from that mythical founder. Young, wayward Johnnie, on the hunt for a thrilling escape from humdrum life, ends up prowling the streets of an unnamed desert city, driving fast and spiking the gang's drinks with Vide Noir. The book was famously challenged - banned in several school districts, though teens interviewed never even knew it existed in the first place - for its supposed glorification of the thrill-seeking gang lifestyle. GRJ responded, in a rare letter to the press, that to see Hurricane as a glorification was an oversimplification. There's a reason it's at the end of the Redmayne trilogy and not the beginning. To the discerning reader, Johnnie's casual disregard for reality, his carefree descents into the Void, hum with foreshadowing of what's already been told, of his ultimate fate as a nameless and solitary spectre, a man of no reality. Hurricane ends with Johnnie and his "little darlin'" leaving the World Enders behind and riding off into the desert, to we-know-what fate. "Those shadows on the horizon, are they real or imagined?" says she; "Real or imagined, what does it matter?" says Johnnie.

Hurricane is one of the few stories in Strange Trails wherein the narrator isn't introduced at George's Place in the framing device. Some have speculated, then, that if all the rest of the story-tellers are in the bar, is Johnnie there too? Is he simply hung too finely between the realms of dream and reality, life and death, to be perceived - so that only the Reader, the ultimate observer, can hear him tell his tale?

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May you live until you die!

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Dead Man's Hand (1988)

Carrying on where Until the Night Turns left off, Dead Man's Hand, the third book in the Strange Trails series, continues the Johnnie Redmayne trilogy, and the "desert era." This story is also the first told from the perspective of Buck Vernon, who would become a major character in George Ranger Johnson's interconnected universe. Buck is a washed-up country singer who never likes to talk much about his past. He's also, by his own admission, a hopeless, or is that hapless, romantic, and he's flirted with esoteric Eastern religions out of an affinity for the thought of past lives.

Responding to Dale Redmayne's story about Johnnie's literal and euphemistic trip in the desert, Buck tells the story of his own trip, admitting that he's prone to hallucinations.

Dead Man's Hand is actually one of the more straightforward Strange Trails tales, a simple Southwest-Gothic horror. Buck is returning from a trip to his home in Michigan (notably also where the long-dead cowboy Huron is from, and pledged to return to as a ghost,) when he comes across a dead body in the desert, or so it seems. Buck admits there's no way to be sure that this was Johnnie, but the description matches Dale's story (in Until the Night Turns.) Ultimately the supposedly dead man refuses to accept his own decession - it's not that he's not dead, or anything, he just doesn't want to die, so he's not going to; all clear? - and the story ends with Buck watching the revenant maybe-Johnnie run into the desert night, lost in shadow.

So where's Johnnie now? And what even is death in Johnson's world? If Huron wanted to be The Man Who Lives Forever, and Johnnie's still running away purely because he didn't feel like dying that day, then...? And who is Buck Vernon again? And who and what and why and you can see why GRJ fans gained that stereotype of the conspiracy nut.

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Until the Night Turns (1988)

The second Strange Trails story brought the nascent series into even more esoteric territory. Until the Night Turns begins the Johnnie Redmayne trilogy - the core part of it, as it would be followed by a sequel and a prequel. All of this, of course, exists in a subjective reality tied through storytelling to the series' continual framing device.

At George's Place, a rough-and-tumble leather-jacketed biker gang called the World Enders hangs out in the corner most nights. One of those nights, talk turns to lost family, and burly greaser Dale Redmayne tells a story about his brother, Johnnie. "Dead?" asks the barkeep; "Ain't so simple as dead or alive," Dale says, and begins his tale.

In Dale's story, Johnnie trips into the desert with his girl. The text turns a little bit Kerouac, a little bit Hunter S. Thompson, a clear sign of some of George Ranger Johnson's influences during the Strange Trails period. The drinking and drugs start spinning Johnnie's head, and here things get weird. Apocalyptic visions intertwine with the carefree thrills of the night. And briefly, at the climax of the story, we meet him. Who? As of yet it's unclear, but a figure that would become one of the pivotal characters of the series makes his first appearance.

And the canyon tearing the earth apart was grooved and rutted, treaded, patterned with jagged crevasses from which was pouring forth the fire, and Johnnie knew, it would keep on until it was all only fire across all that the night blanketed, but who had laid that track? Because the track that touched the infernal abyss was the track of a rattler, an old motorbike with its gears hanging on by thread and will and a hundred years of oil-stick, and there HE was, astride the rattler, like a cowboy, like ol’ Huron himself, taming a wild bronco, riding through the night, riding like the night, the fire pouring from his skull and scorching off all that might have been flesh and skin to leave just the shining ash bone. He'd never stop riding, and he'd never stop leaving his track, the size of the Great Canyon but pouring out the fires, more and more fire until it burned all the stars out of the sky. That was what he was riding for, the World Ender, and he was riding before them now. "Don't look away, baby," Johnnie told her. "Don't close your eyes. See him, baby. Don't close your eyes."

Johnnie's fate is left ambiguous in Dale's story. As he said, it's not as simple as dead or alive. But then, in one of GRJ's trademark cliffhangers, stalwart Buck Vernon stands up from his poker game, throwing in his hand, the eights and aces of spades and clubs. Buck had just come through that self-same desert, he says, and he's got another story to tell that just might be of interest.

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Love Like Ghosts (1987)

A new era begins!

It's obvious that George Ranger Johnson had plans for something in the vein of his Strange Trails series early in his career. The end of Lonesome Dreams was an opportunity to explore broader and more esoteric ideas than could fit into even the strangest westerns, and the frequency with which these new stories began to be published was clear evidence of a great backlog of ideas let loose.

The series would spiral around a framing device, a bar called "George's Place," an obvious fictionalization of the Broken Bottle tavern that Johnson managed, an out-of-the-way place in the desert outside the town of ██████████. Johnson's characters would often be inspired by the customers and performers at the Broken Bottle, but on the other side of the page, at George's Place, they came bearing tales worthy of pulp novels - westerns, or something like contemporary westerns, in some cases, but also ghost stories, paranormal horror, romantic tragedies, even brief forays into trendy science fiction.

The very first Strange Trails story would also be the first in the loose Frankie Lou trilogy. A recurring character in Johnson's œuvre, Frankie Lou was a fictionalization of his friend Francine Lu, a Cambodian-American lounge singer who performed on occasion at the Bottle. Of course, this meant that Frankie was a regular at George's.

One of the few known photos of Francine Lu, who would inspire GRJ's Frankie Lou trilogy. Unfortunately, like so many visions of old friends this photo is warped by time's blur.

In Love Like Ghosts, Frankie arrives to the bar and narrates a tale to washed-up country star Buck Vernon, the closest thing that Stranger Trails has to an overarching protagonist. Frankie spins a heart-wrenching tragic romance that evolves into a chilling ghost story.

To say more would be to spoil the story, which as always I encourage you to track down yourself, in the dusty back rooms of used bookstores in the bad part of town, or in "to donate" boxes in eccentric late relatives' attics. To those who may be wondering, I get my own copies from ███████ ██████████. But suffice to say, Frankie, and by dint Johnson, weaves in everything from La Rochefoucauld references to hints of Cambodian history. And then there's that crucial bit in chapter 14...

I heard then a song pass over the graves, echoing from somewhere deep in the gnarled woods beyond. As this song on the breeze passed over each and every stone, each and every one now as monumental as the pillars of Gibraltar, beyond which Ulysses sailed into the underworld, they carried the names of the dead. Lovers and friends long lost, the wind carried their names to me. One grave said only "Huron." The wind came and it carried this name to me too, gentle, "Huron, Huron..."

Strange trails will unwind as we continue, and they will take us who knows where.

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Setting Sun (originally written 1987 / posthumously published 2020)

Here it is at last - the final and most mysterious of the Lonesome Dreams novels. Setting Sun was never printed as part of the original run of the series.

Johnson supplemented his writing career by managing a small bar called the Broken Bottle. A questionably sourced story goes that Johnson had the manuscript for what he always intended to be the final story written up on the night that the somewhat famous and infamously contentious honky-tonker Quentin King was playing the Broken Bottle stage (this would have been early in King's career.) Johnson reportedly tried to pay off King with the manuscript for Setting Sun. King responded by smashing up the bar and leaving the manuscript behind. However, the manuscript was accepted by King's bass player, who kept it for many years.

Legends of Setting Sun circulated, but it seemed the story was lost - until it appeared online, being auctioned off by a family member of the bass player.

Go fuck yourself!! Q.K.

... was still scrawled on the manuscript cover.

Finally, and long after GRJ's (supposed) death, WP posthumously published Setting Sun in a limited run, pulling out archived stock art for the cover and printing it in the style of the original run (it's worth noting that the 2020 copies sold for rather more than 25 cents, to this archivists' chagrin in buying one, but the WP Books sunburst was emblematic of the original run, so it was included.)

So what about the story itself?

Setting Sun is a unique narrative for the Lonesome Dreams series. It's told from the perspective of series villain Sonny, who perceives Huron as having wronged him by shacking up with Helena, whom Sonny was also in love with. Sonny captures Helena and arranges for a sunset showdown with Huron, determined to spill blood - his own, Huron's, or Helena's is never fully made clear. The manuscript was unfinished on that fateful night at the Broken Bottle, and so the story ends just as Huron arrives to Sonny's hideout, guns loaded.

Of course, all of these characters survive - their final confrontation and farewells are in the duology of Brother and In the Wind, not here. Perhaps Johnson never finished the story because he couldn't figure how to square a dramatic conclusion to the episode with his own established canon. And perhaps by pawning off the story, Johnson finally felt freed of Huron, Helena, and all of Lonesome Dreams.

After '87, Johnson would begin publishing his Strange Trails series, an anthology of weird fiction based, some believe, on the tales of vagabonds who would come through the Broken Bottle in the '80s and '90s. He began to publish several books a year, clearly indicating that he'd been writing those manuscripts alongside Lonesome Dreams, but wasn't allowed to publish them while his initial series was still so successful (by WP standards.) We'll feature those on this blog soon. Stay tuned.

For now, let's give a fond farewell to Lonesome Dreams. In the hearts of Rangers everywhere, Huron will always ride on into the sun.

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The Ghost on the Shore (1987)

Johnson wanted to finish the Lonesome Dreams series before the turn of the 90s, and at last Whispering Pines agreed. But Johnson wouldn't leave Huron behind without a swan song. With some of the most wrenchingly poetic prose of his career, Johnson wrote what he intended as the penultimate Lonesome Dreams novel as a slower, more contemplative character piece, and a direct sequel to the original novel, preceding even Helena's introduction (in She Lit a Fire.) For some decades The Ghost on the Shore would be known as not the penultimate but rather the FINAL Huron story, until the posthumous publication of Setting Sun, with all the story involved therein. And as a final sendoff it's effective indeed.

In The Ghost on the Shore, Huron returns changed from his journey Past the Edge. He wanders, mind separated from body, back to the shores of his childhood and namesake Great Lake, vowing to die there, and to seek it out even if he were to die elsewhere. Here Huron communes with ghosts and foresees his own death, recontextualizing the chronologically later novels somewhat. Alongside the musings on immortality and afterlife in Lonesome Dreams, In the Wind, and The Man Who Lives Forever, "immortalists" (Johnson fans who believe that Huron's spirit canonically lived on past the end of the Lonesome Dreams series and influences other characters in his later novels) tend to use this declaration as a point of proof.

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May you live until you die!