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The Riddle of Raintree County: How a Young Indiana Author Gave His Life for the Great American Novel

Ross Lockridge Jr.'s 1948 novel had just topped the bestseller charts when the author committed suicide.

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    Photo: Larry Lockridge

    Ross Lockridge Jr. spent six years writing RAINTREE COUNTY, a 1,060-page novel that garnered generally good reviews and great sales when it was published in 1948. Two months after its publication, the author committed suicide.

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    Photo: Larry Lockridge

    In 1946 Ross Lockridge Jr. delivered, unsolicited, a 2000-page manuscript of RAINTREE COUNTY to Boston publisher Houghton Mifflin. They accepted it, beginning a year-and-a-half-long cycle of revisions and editorial and financial conflicts that would contribute greatly to Lockridge’s eventual demise.

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    A 1962 photo of the raintree that Ross Lockridge Jr.'s family planted in his memory behind the Lockridge house.

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    The inside hardback cover of the 1948 edition of RAINTREE COUNTY. Decades later the New York Times called the novel "an achievement of art and purpose, a cosmically brooding book full of significance and beauty."

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    Ross Lockridge Jr. in Europe in 1934.

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    Lockridge was not the only member of his family to suffer from psychological distress; his cousin Mary Jane Ward had just scored a literary success herself with her autobiographical novel THE SNAKE PIT, which depicted her experiences in the 1940s world of mental health treatment.

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    Ross Lockridge Jr. in 1948 at one of the few book signings he did for his novel. By the time of its publication he was incapacitated by depression.

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    Photo: RAINTREE COUNTY publicity poster

    In 1957 MGM released a movie version of RAINTREE COUNTY, starring Elizabeth Taylor and Montgomery Clift. The film, a bloated three-hour work that left out much of Lockridge's original story, was a commercial and critical failure.

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    Larry Lockridge's 1994 biography SHADE OF THE RAINTREE chronicles his father's life, literary work, and sudden psychological decline.

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    In 2007 the Chicago Review Press put Lockridge's book back into print. Novelist Herman Wouk contributed a new foreword, in which he recalls an “impulse to write a literary critique (about Lockridge)… to be called, ‘He Came, and Ye Knew Him Not.’ By him I meant the author of ‘the Great American novel.’”

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    “He had held the world for a little while, or rather he had drawn it with a sensitive pencil and had made a delightful legend of it,” Lockridge wrote of his novel's protagonist.

A non-jazz, literary/cultural history post for the weekend. I originally wrote this article for Bloom Magazine. The audio file is a 10-minute feature produced for WFIU.

For Raintree County is not the country of the perishable fact. It is the country of the enduring fiction. The clock in the Court House Tower on page five of the Raintree County Atlas is always fixed at nine o’clock, and it is summer and the days are long.—Ross Lockridge Jr.

The raintree is no longer there, in the Bloomington backyard near the garage where a 33-year-old author’s life ended just as his first novel was topping the New York Times bestseller list. There are other trees that tower over the gray-blue colonial house, as well as the garage and the small cottage that border the alley; in the summertime they wrap everything in shadows. His children planted the raintree after he was gone, and for a few years it thrived, showering the ground with golden blossoms every June.

Ross Lockridge Jr., the man who died beside the alley of that yard on March 6, 1948, was dynamic and driven, thought to be as handsome as the movie star Tyrone Power, and had quite suddenly become rich and successful as the author of Raintree County, a 1060-page epic set in Indiana on July 4, 1892, crisscrossing 40 preceding years through a complex structure of flashbacks. The book, a product of six years of hard literary labor, had garnered generally glowing reviews and netted Lockridge a $150,000 prize from MGM for the movie rights. Its author, an overnight celebrity, was now an overnight suicide. He left behind a wife and four children, a large house on Stull Avenue that had been paid for in full, and an enduring question—why?

“My father, in a very real sense, died because of a book,” says Larry Lockridge, one of the novelist’s four children and the author of Shade of the Raintree, a biography of his father published in 1994. “It was a great expense of spirit to produce this book. He was a perfectionist, he came to feel that the book was a failure, and he found it difficult to live with that.” Ross Lockridge Jr. had put heart and soul into what some thought was the Great American Novel—and what some still think is today. He had put much of himself, his Indiana family’s past, and his nation’s history into a huge novel that was both a critique and a celebration of this country’s dreams and its reality. It’s a book full of both darkness and light, and in the end the darkness consumed the creator.

“There was a kind of nervy ambition in him,” says Larry Lockridge of his father, and it manifested itself throughout his short life in scholarship and competition. Born in Bloomington in 1914, he spent his earliest childhood years in Fort Wayne, where his brother Bruce drowned when Ross was five—a “founding catastrophe in the family,” as Larry Lockridge calls it. His father was a historical orator who was involved with the Indiana Federal Writers’ Project, his mother a woman of thwarted intellectual ambition. The Lockridges moved back to Bloomington when Ross was nine; by then he had already decided that he wanted to be a writer. And he wrote, thousands upon thousands of pages in the next 24 years. He aided his father in his historical projects and excelled at all of his academic pursuits; at Indiana University, he was known as “A+ Lockridge,” and he graduated with a 4.33 GPA, the highest ever awarded. (IU later abolished A+s.) In 1934 he spent some time studying abroad in Europe, where he first had the vision of writing a novel that would draw upon the would-be literary heritage of his maternal grandfather, a schoolteacher and poet who had lived in Indiana’s Henry County. Returning to the United States, he eventually married his adolescent sweetheart, Vernice Baker; by all accounts the marriage was a deeply loving and supportive one. They had four children, and Lockridge taught a heavy load at Harvard in the early 1940s as he began work on the book that would become Raintree County, his wife typing the manuscript from his edited drafts (which Lockridge typed himself–he was an exceptionally fast typist).

Raintree County is the story of John Shawnessy, a poet and schoolteacher who loses both his wife and the great love of his life, goes off to fight in the Civil War, tries to write a great American epic, and ends up spending most of his life in Raintree County—a place that Lockridge based somewhat on Indiana’s Henry County (where some establishments would later invoke the Raintree County name). The book is full of colorful characters, including John’s early mentor Jerusalem Webster Stiles, or the Perfessor, a free-thinker with an acerbic wit, and politician Garwood P. Jones, John’s primary rival. In the course of its thousand pages philosophy, religion, sex, and history all flow together in a narrative that spans 40 years, recollected in a single day. In some ways it is an Indiana Ulysses, though Lockridge said that whereas Joyce wished to make the simple obscure, he wished to make the obscure simple. When it came out Thomas Wolfe and Walt Whitman were frequently cited for comparison, but it seems closer in technique and feeling to the panoramic narrative of John Dos Passos’ U.S.A. What Lockridge does share with Wolfe—a notoriously undisciplined writer he did not enjoy being paired with—is, as one writer has pointed out, “a tragic sense of time.” He also drew upon Nathaniel Hawthorne’s story “The Great Stone Face,” the story of a seemingly ordinary citizen’s spiritual odyssey and search for an epic personage who proves to be quite close to home.

The book is long—undoubtedly too long in places—but it brims with lyrical energy. Its critique of materialism, its ecological themes, its portrait of a nation torn in two, and its reflexive tendency to comment upon itself yield much that readers in our age of bitter ideological divides and tarnished ideals may find of relevance. “It’s a novel that offers pageturning pleasure, and a novel that does anticipate developments in modern and postmodern fiction, but is a little more fun to read,” offers Larry Lockridge, who also adds wryly that “the literary judgments of offspring are worthless.”

Nearly 60 years on from its initial publication, the author’s son does lament that Raintree County is generally not considered part of the American literary canon; a flurry of positive critical reappraisals accompanied his biography and the Penguin paperback edition of the novel in 1994, but it wasn’t enough to ultimately keep his father’s work in print. Even in Bloomington the book is not all that well-known or read. One resident who has read it and rereads it every few years is preservationist and City Council member Chris Sturbaum. “I have my own theory that this book is all about early Bloomington, when the IU campus was just beginning,” says Sturbaum. He admires the novel for its “mix of the heroic and the mythic with everyday life,” and because the hero’s quest leads him to “an appreciation of the reality of the glory and mystic depth of his own life, whatever his surroundings.” Larry Lockridge also sees some of the author’s hometown in Raintree County: “We have county fairs and patriotic programs and outdoor sex and footraces and weddings and temperance dramas and rough talk… all of this he picked up in the culture of Bloomington,” he observes.

Now, in 2007, Raintree County has been reprinted again, this time by Chicago Review Press, with a new foreword by Herman Wouk, in which Wouk recalls an “impulse to write a literary critique… to be called, ‘He Came, and Ye Knew Him Not.’ By him I meant the author of ‘the Great American novel.’” Such messianic allusions inevitably crop up in the narrative of Lockridge’s life and book; his novel deals in heroes, myths, religion, sex, falls and redemption, quests for renewal, and a protagonist who metaphorically returns from the dead—all of it written by a charismatic man who died at the age of 33. In many ways Raintree County is a mythic novel that fulfills its own devices and proclamations, as well as the dreams of “the author in the epic,” as Larry Lockridge refers to his father. It is a world rescued from the ravages of time, full of humanity and a wary hope that somehow endures in the face of tragedy and erosion of all kinds; a book of “lives, loves and antiquities,” as Lockridge put it in his dedication.

Ross Lockridge Jr. wrote the bulk of what would eventually be published as Raintree County in a two-year period. The trajectory of his labor, success, and devastating ending is remarkably short by the standards of a normal life. He delivered, unsolicited, a 2000-page manuscript to Boston publisher Houghton Mifflin in 1946. They accepted it, beginning a year-and-a-half-long cycle of revisions and editorial and financial conflicts that would contribute greatly to Lockridge’s demise. He was strongly advised to cut the 356-page “dream section” which ended the novel, and finally did. (Today that section is retained at the Lilly Library in Bloomington.) In 1947 he and his publishers entered the novel-in-waiting into an MGM contest that resulted in the award of a $150,000 prize—nearly 1.5 million dollars by today’s standards. However, the award was contingent upon Lockridge’s agreeing to cut 50,000 more words from his book. After an agonizing debate he agreed to do this as well. Then the Book-of-the-Month Club made Raintree County a main selection—that is, if Lockridge was willing to make some more cuts.

All of these compromises ate at the author’s considerable vitality. He revised and rewrote in a feverish state as the book’s publication date was pushed back to January 1948. Letters he wrote to his publisher during this period veer between grandiosity and anguish. A bitter dispute in the autumn of 1947 over how to divide a portion of MGM’s prize money appears to have been a breaking point, one from which Lockridge never recovered. He felt that he’d been cheated, but there were other anxieties plaguing him as publication approached. He was worried about what his family would think of the book. He was beginning to worry that the book wasn’t as good as he’d thought it to be. In the midst of rising praise and accolades, on the apparent verge of the kind of triumph that every writer dreams about, he suddenly found himself in a nightmarish state of mind. Eating, sleeping, talking, and other normal aspects of everyday life became difficult, sometimes impossible. He was entering into what we would now know as a severe depression, but doing so in age with no Prozac, no highly-developed or humane ways of treatment, and little or no understanding and sympathy for such a state—especially in the case of someone just about to make his first prominent appearance on the public stage.

Late in 1947 the author and his wife headed out to Hollywood, to hobnob at MGM, look at possible places to live, and hopefully reverse Ross’ declining spirits. After the trip failed to produce much in the way of house-hunting or an improvement in Lockridge’s condition, he and his wife decided to buy a large, newly-built house in Bloomington, just north of what is now Bryan Park. To his wife and children the house seemed like a mansion. He came home to the city where he’d been born; “perhaps he should not have,” says his son Larry, for here the problems he was beginning to confront became inescapable. His mother attempted to minister to him with Christian Science, a philosophy he reluctantly entertained, and one very much against the grain of what his book had been about. Increasingly desperate to find a cure for his worsening morale, he and his wife decided that he would undergo hospitalization.

Lockridge was not the only member of his family to suffer from psychological distress; his cousin Mary Jane Ward had just scored a literary success herself with her autobiographical novel The Snake Pit, which depicted her experiences in the 1940s world of mental health treatment. He entered Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis under a pseudonymn during the holidays and was given very crude electroshock convulsive therapy, which served only to humiliate and terrify him—but he was able to persuade doctors that he was better and was released the day before publication of his novel, returning to the new house on Stull Avenue that lay on a raw lot, with red clay and little vegetation around it.

Raintree County was perhaps only the second-most significant book by a Bloomingtonian that came out on January 5, 1948; that was the same day that Lockridge’s neighbor Alfred Kinsey published Sexual Behavior in the Human Male, prompting Lockridge to remark, “It seems Mr. Kinsey and I have succeeded in making Bloomington the sex center of the universe.” Such wit was rapidly becoming atypical of Ross Lockridge Jr., who spent most of his days lying down, enervated, avoiding publicity and the press as much as possible. He did several book signings and tried to respond to the attacks that clergy and cultural conservatives were now launching at him and his novel, with his wife regularly intercepting hate mail. The erotic themes of the book and its irreverent musings on Christianity also outraged some Book-of-the-Month club members. In general the novel received very positive reviews in the nation’s papers and magazines, but several high-profile journals drubbed it, including the New Yorker, which printed a piece erroneously referring to the author as “Ross Lockwood Jr.” and describing his work of six years as the “sort of plump turkey that they bake to a turn in Hollywood.”

Ross Lockridge Jr., the lifelong high achiever and perfectionist who just a year ago had thought that he might have pulled off the Great American Novel, began to fear that he was a fraud, an imposter, and a failure. He feared that he had betrayed his family’s secrets; he feared that he would not be able to write another novel, or at least one that could equal Raintree County. The wondrous vision he had carried inside himself for so long had been reduced to so much type on so many pages. For the next two months he existed in a state that his son Larry describes as “barely functional.” Friends who saw him in Bloomington during this time were shocked by his depressed state and his aged demeanor.

On the evening of Saturday, March 6, 1948, Ross Lockridge Jr. told his wife that he was going to go out to mail some letters, and that he’d probably stop by his parents’ house to listen to the Bloomington High School regional basketball game on the radio. Two hours later, well after the game had ended, his wife called her in-laws, only to be told that her husband hadn’t been there all night. She ran out to the garage and there discovered her husband in the car, inside the closed-up garage, with the engine running and the air full of fumes. Firemen attempted to revive him for an hour but gave up shortly after midnight. For years afterwards some in Bloomington believed that his death had been an accident, that he had struck his head exiting the car or fallen asleep listening to the basketball game on the car’s radio. The coroner guessed otherwise and declared it a suicide.

Forty years later, when Larry Lockridge interviewed his mother for his book, she told him what she’d never told anybody else: that she found her husband sitting upright in the backseat of the car, not the front, that he had attached a vaccum hose from the exhaust pipe and run it through the rear ventilator window, sealing the window with rags. His sister, arriving before the firemen, had thrown his implements of death into a trashcan. “He was an efficient man,” Larry notes, and he had ended his life with great and simple effectiveness. Larry also made a startling discovery in the course of his research: on the evening of his father’s death, the Bloomington World-Telephone had reprinted the New Yorker pan, in a lame attempt to rebut it. Ross Lockridge Jr. was an inveterate reader of local papers, and his son is almost certain that he saw this reprint of a sophisticated East-Coast literary sneer, probably around suppertime. It may well have been the trigger for the fatal act that followed.

In Bloomington and around the nation, there was astonishment and shock. Ross Lockridge Jr. had been the youthful star of the season, a new literary light, snuffed out now just as the illumination he’d provided began to reach the public. His obituary made the front page of the New York Times, and more than 2,000 people attended the graveside ceremony on the outskirts of town. His widow and four children stayed in the house on Stull Avenue for the next 15 years; proceeds from the book continued to provide for them. In 1957 MGM released a three-hour-plus movie version, starring Montgomery Clift, Elizabeth Taylor, and Eva Marie Saint, that failed to live up to the studio’s commercial expectations, and that most readers of Raintree County consider a travesty of the book. A 1974 biography, Ross and Tom: Two American Tragedies, shed some light on the author’s life and sudden decline and thrust him back into the limelight, but it was poorly researched and relied at times on dubious novelistic methods that Larry Lockridge says misrepresent what happened to his father and why. A literary scholar and author of several books himself, he undertook his own biographical work in 1988, partly because those who had belonged to his father’s world and generation were beginning to disappear, and partly because he wanted to clarify the vague, somewhat sensationalized image of his father as a literary suicide.

Any artist who commits suicide puts an undeniable punctuation mark upon his or her career; the way in which we read or hear the works that are left behind is altered by an awareness of the forced and chosen ending. We look for signs and prophecies, find ourselves haunted by the violent mystery of the act. Raintree County is studded with passages that sound the retrospective alarm. “He had come home and completed the necessary legend,” Lockridge writes near the end of the novel. “But now he saw that he hadn’t built new ramparts against the day when the old ones came crumbling down.”

For his son, at least, the revelation 40 years later that his father’s death was unambiguously intentional brought a sense of relief. “However bleak, suicide is a willed act invested with human meaning,” he writes in Shade of the Raintree. He was five when his father took his own life, an eerie parallel to his father’s age when his older brother Bruce drowned as a teenager. “He was a ghost in the house,” says Larry Lockridge. “There were certain relics, photographs of him, his shaving equipment, and especially the small portion of the original Raintree County manuscript that he didn’t burn, that he wrapped up with a belt and which was in my bedroom. We grew up with a novel instead of a father. He had left what he thought was a spiritual testament in this novel, and we so read it. His legacy to us has been more light than shade.”

Ross Lockridge Jr. is buried in Rose Hill Cemetery at the western edge of Bloomington, a short walk downhill from the mausoleum and the Civil War soldiers’ monument that reads, In memory of the silent victors who defended the Union. Here the hot sun has beat down upon the ground, and rain and snow have fallen on the stillness of nearly 60 years, while countless trains have passed back and forth across the land to the north. “He had held the world for a little while, or rather he had drawn it with a sensitive pencil and had made a delightful legend of it,” Lockridge wrote of his protagonist, “had sketched forbidden beauty into a puritan landscape, achieved Acropolis in the Court House Square, Shakespeare at the County Fair…” We do indeed find the author in the epic, the unknown hometown hero who’s been here all along. When John Shawnessy, thought to be dead, returns home from battle, he dreams that he is unable to find any familiar places or people in his beloved Raintree County: “The world that he had known was gone and gone forever, and he knew with a hollow certainty that he could never get it back.” Ross Lockridge Jr. knew well of what he wrote. Dreamer, rememberer, poet and storyteller, he couldn’t get it back because he had given it to us.

(All photos courtesy of Larry Lockridge)

David Brent Johnson

Born in Indianapolis, Indiana, David Brent Johnson moved to Bloomington in 1991. He is an alumnus of Indiana University, and began working with WFIU in 2002. Currently, David serves as jazz producer and systems coordinator at the station. His interests include literature, history, music, writing, and movies.

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