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by Raymond Carver


  1979 On 1 January, RC and Tess Gallagher begin living together in El Paso. They spend the summer in Chimacum, Washington, on the Olympic Peninsula, near Gallagher’s home town of Port Angeles. In September, RC and Gallagher move to Tucson, where she teaches at the University of Arizona. RC is appointed Professor of English at Syracuse University in Syracuse, New York. He defers the appointment for one year in order to draw on his Guggenheim Fellowship and write.

  1980 RC receives a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship for fiction. Because of an unexpected retirement at Syracuse, he begins teaching in January, one semester earlier than planned. From May through August, RC and Gallagher live in a borrowed cabin near Port Angeles. In September, the two move to Syracuse, where Gallagher joins the University as Coordinator of the Creative Writing Program. RC and Gallagher jointly purchase a house in Syracuse.

  1981 RC and Gallagher continue their routine of teaching in Syracuse from September to May and summering near Port Angeles. RC’s second major-press story collection, What We Talk about When We Talk about Love, edited by Gordon Lish, is published by Knopf on 20 April. RC makes his first appearance in the New Yorker with the story “Chef’s House”, published on 30 November. Thereafter, he becomes a frequent contributor to the magazine.

  1982 During the summer, Gallagher is invited to teach at the University of Zürich, and RC accompanies her to Switzerland. Guest editor John Gardner includes “Cathedral” in The Best American Short Stories 1982. (Gardner dies in a motorcycle accident on 14 September.) RC and his wife, separated since July 1978, are legally divorced on 18 October.

  1983 Capra Press publishes Fires: Essays, Poems, Stories on 14 April. On 18 May, the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters awards RC and Cynthia Ozick its first Mildred and Harold Strauss Livings: renewable five-year fellowships that carry annual tax-free stipends of $35,000. (Recipients are chosen by a jury of writers who are members of the Academy: Donald Barthelme, Irving Howe, Philip Roth, and Elizabeth Hardwick.) As a condition of the award, RC resigns his professorship at Syracuse. RC’s third major book of stories, Cathedral, is published by Knopf on 15 September. On 12 December, it receives a National Book Critics Circle Award nomination.

  1984 In January, to escape East Coast publicity, RC flies to Port Angeles. Living alone in Sky House, he writes poetry during the day and occasional nonfiction during the evening. In the summer, he and Gallagher make a reading tour of Brazil and Argentina for the US Information Service. In the fall, they return to Syracuse, where Gallagher arranges to teach only one semester each year. Cathedral receives a Pulitzer Prize nomination.

  1985 Five of RC’s poems appear in the February issue of Poetry (Chicago). Thereafter, he becomes a frequent contributor. Random House publishes RC’s poetry collection Where Water Comes Together with Other Water on 1 May. RC and Gallagher travel to England, where Fires and The Stories of Raymond Carver are published on 16 May, and to the Irish Republic and Northern Ireland, where he meets many poets. In November, RC receives Poetry magazine’s Levinson Prize.

  1986 RC serves as guest editor of The Best American Short Stories 1986. Random House publishes his poetry collection Ultramarine on 7 November. In the winter he travels to Australia.

  1987 “Errand”, RC’s last published story, appears in the NewYorker on 1 June. From April to July, RC and Gallagher travel in England, Scotland, and continental Europe, visiting Paris, Wiesbaden, Zürich, Rome, and Milan. In London, Collins Harvill publishes In a Marine Light, a selection of poems from Where Water Comes Together with Other Water and Ultramarine, on 1 June. In September, RC experiences pulmonary hemorrhages, and on 1 October doctors in Syracuse remove two-thirds of his cancerous left lung.

  1988 In March, RC’s cancer reappears. During April and May, he undergoes a seven-week course of full-brain radiation treatments in Seattle. Where I’m Calling From, a major collection of his new and selected stories, is published in May by Atlantic Monthly Press. On 18 May, he is inducted into the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters. Shortly afterward, cancer reappears in RC’s lungs. He and Gallagher marry in Reno, Nevada, on 17 June. Working together, they assemble A New Path to the Waterfall, and in July they make a fishing trip to Alaska. After a brief stay in Virginia Mason Hospital in Seattle, RC dies at his new house in Port Angeles on 2 August at 6:20 a.m.

  Appendix 7

  Posthumous Publications

  1988 Elephant and Other Stories published in London by Harvill on 4 August.

  1989 A New Path to the Waterfall published by Atlantic Monthly Press on 15 June and by Harvill in September.

  1990 Conversations with Raymond Carver, a collection of interviews, published by University Press of Mississippi on 31 October. Carver Country: The World of Raymond Carver, with photographs by Bob Adelman and introduction by Tess Gallagher, published by Scribner’s on 14 November.

  1991 No Heroics, Please: Uncollected Writings published in London by Harvill in November.

  1992 No Heroics, Please published in the US by Vintage Contemporaries on 24 June. Carnations: A Play in One Act published by Engdahl Typography in September.

  1993 Where I’m Calling From: The Selected Stories published in London by Harvill in September. Short Cuts: Selected Stories published by Vintage Contemporaries in September and by Harvill in November.

  1996 All of Us: The Collected Poems published in London by The Harvill Press in September.

  Index of Titles

  A Forge, and a Scythe

  A Haircut

  A Poem Not against Songbirds

  A Squall

  A Summer in Sacramento

  A Tall Order

  A Walk

  Adultery

  Afghanistan

  After Rainy Days

  After Reading Two Towns in Provence

  After the Fire (Chekhov)

  Afterglow

  Alcohol

  All Her Life

  An Account

  An Afternoon

  Anathema

  Another Mystery

  Artaud

  Asia

  Ask Him

  Aspens

  At Least

  At Night the Salmon Move

  At Noon (Chekhov)

  At the Bird Market (Chekhov)

  Autumn

  Away

  Bahia, Brazil

  Balsa Wood

  Balzac

  Bankruptcy

  Beginnings

  Betrayal

  Blood

  Bobber

  Bonnard’s Nudes

  Cadillacs and Poetry

  Caution

  Cheers

  Cherish

  Circulation

  Commerce

  Company

  Conspirators

  Country Matters

  Cutlery

  Deschutes River

  Distress Sale

  Don’t Run (Chekhov)

  Downstream (Chekhov)

  Drinking While Driving

  Eagles

  Earwigs

  Egress

  Elk Camp

  Energy

  Evening

  Extirpation

  Fear

  Five O’Clock in the Morning (Chekhov)

  For Semra, with Martial Vigor

  For Tess

  For the Egyptian Coin Today, Arden, Thank You

  For the Record

  Foreboding (Chekhov)

  Forever

  From the East, Light

  from A Journal of Southern Rivers (Wright)

  from Epilogue (Lowell)

  Gift (Milosz)

  Gravy

  Grief

  Hamid Ramouz (1818—1906)

  Happiness

  Happiness in Cornwall

  Harley’s Swans

  Heels

  Highway 99E from Chico

  His Bathrobe Pockets Stuffed with Notes

  Hominy and Rain

  Hope

  Hummingbird

  Hunter

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p; In a Greek Orthodox Church near Daphne

  In a Marine Light near Sequim, Washington

  In Switzerland

  In the Lobby of the Hotel del Mayo

  In the Trenches with Robert Graves

  In the Year 2020

  Interview

  Iowa Summer

  Its Course

  Jean’s TV

  Kafka’s Watch

  Late Afternoon, April 8, 1984

  Late Fragment

  Late Night with Fog and Horses

  Lemonade

  Let’s Roar, Your Honor (Chekhov)

  Letter

  Limits

  Listening

  Loafing

  Locking Yourself Out, Then Trying to Get Back In

  Looking for Work [1]

  Looking for Work [2]

  Louise

  Luck

  Margo

  Marriage

  Medicine

  Memory [1]

  Memory [2]

  Mesopotamia

  Migration

  Miracle

  Money

  Morning, Thinking of Empire

  Mother

  Movement

  Music

  My Boat

  My Crow

  My Dad’s Wallet

  My Daughter and Apple Pie

  My Death

  My Wife

  My Work

  Near Klamath

  Nearly

  Next Door

  Next Year

  Night Dampness (Chekhov)

  No Heroics, Please

  No Need

  Not Far from Here

  NyQuil

  On an Old Photograph of My Son

  On the Pampas Tonight

  One More

  Our First House in Sacramento

  Out

  Oyntment to Alure Fish to the Bait (Chetham)

  Photograph of My Father in His Twenty-Second Year

  Plus

  Poem for Dr Pratt, a Lady Pathologist

  Poem for Hemingway & W.C. Williams

  Poem for Karl Wallenda, Aerialist Supreme

  Poem on My Birthday, July 2

  Poems

  Powder-Monkey

  Proposal

  Prosser

  Quiet Nights

  Radio Waves

  Rain

  Reaching

  Reading

  Reading Something in the Restaurant

  Return

  Return to Kraków in 1880 (Milosz)

  Rhodes

  Rogue River Jet-Boat Trip, Gold Beach, Oregon, July 4, 1977

  Romanticism

  Scale

  Seeds

  September

  Shiftless

  Shooting

  Simple

  Sinew

  Sleeping

  Slippers

  Smoke and Deception (Chekhov)

  Soda Crackers

  Some Prose on Poetry

  Something Is Happening

  Son

  Songs in the Distance (Chekhov)

  Sorrel (Chekhov)

  Sparrow Nights (Chekhov)

  Spell

  Spring, 480 BC

  Still Looking Out for Number One

  Stupid

  Such Diamonds (Chekhov)

  Sudden Rain

  Summer Fog

  Sunday Night

  Suspenders

  Sweet Light

  Tel Aviv and Life On the Mississippi

  The Ashtray

  The Attic

  The Author of Her Misfortune

  The Autopsy Room

  The Baker

  The Best Time of the Day

  The Blue Stones

  The Brass Ring

  The Car

  The Catch

  The Caucasus: A Romance

  The Child

  The Cobweb

  The Contact

  The Cougar

  The Cranes

  The Current

  The Debate

  The Eve of Battle

  The Fields

  The Fishing Pole of the Drowned Man

  The Garden

  The Gift

  The Grant

  The Hat

  The House behind This One

  The Juggler at Heaven’s Gate

  The Jungle

  The Kitchen

  The Lightning Speed of the Past

  The Little Room

  The Mail

  The Mailman as Cancer Patient

  The Man Outside

  The March into Russia

  The Meadow

  The Minuet

  The Moon, the Train

  The Mosque in Jaffa

  The Name (Tranströmer)

  The Net

  The News Carried to Macedonia

  The Offending Eel

  The Old Days

  The Other Life

  The Painter & The Fish

  The Party

  The Pen

  The Phenomenon

  The Phone Booth

  The Pipe

  The Poem I Didn’t Write

  The Possible

  The Prize

  The Projectile

  The Rest

  The River

  The Road

  The Schooldesk

  The Scratch

  The Sensitive Girl

  The Sturgeon

  The Sunbather, to Herself

  The Toes

  The Trestle

  The White Field

  The Window

  The Windows of the Summer Vacation Houses

  The World Book Salesman

  The Young Fire Eaters of Mexico City

  The Young Girls

  Thermopylae

  This Morning

  This Room

  This Word Love

  Those Days

  Threat

  Through the Boughs

  To Begin With

  To My Daughter

  Tomorrow

  Torture

  Transformation

  Trying to Sleep Late on a Saturday Morning in November

  Two Carriages (Chekhov)

  Two Worlds

  Union Street: San Francisco, Summer 1975

  Venice

  Vigil

  Waiting

  Wake Up

  Wenas Ridge

  Wes Hardin: From a Photograph

  Wet Picture (Seifert)

  What I Can Do

  What the Doctor Said

  What You Need for Painting

  What You Need to Know for Fishing (Oliver)

  Where the Groceries Went

  Where They’d Lived

  Where Water Comes Together with Other Water

  Wind

  Wine

  Winter Insomnia

  With a Telescope Rod on Cowiche Creek

  Woman Bathing

  Woolworth’s, 1954

  Work

  Yesterday

  Yesterday, Snow

  You Don’t Know What Love Is

  Your Dog Dies

  Index of First Lines

  A break in the clouds. The blue

  A crow flew into the tree outside my window

  A day so happy, (Milosz)

  A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck

  A girl pushes a bicycle through tall grass

  A kind of

  A late summer’s day, and my friend on the court

  A little quietly outstanding uptown

  A little sport-fishing boat

  A matinee that Saturday

  A storm blew in last night and knocked out

  A swank dinner. Food truly wonderful

  After rainy days and the same serious doubts

  After the winter, grieving and dull

  Again the flying horses, the strange voice of drunken Nikanor, (Chekhov)

  All day he’d been working like a locomotive

  All I know about medicine I picked up

  All I want today is to keep an eye on these birds
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  All that day we banged at geese

  Among the hieroglyphs, the masks, the unfinished poems

  And did you get what

  “and we kept going

  Anderson, I thought of you when I loitered

  As he passed his father’s room, he glanced in at the door. (Chekhov)

  As he writes, without looking at the sea

  As I stare at the smoothly worn portrait of

  At night the salmon move

  At noon we have rain, which washes away the snow, (Chekhov)

  At Sportsmen’s Park, near Yakima, I crammed a hook

  Awakened this morning by a voice from my childhood

  Back at the hotel, watching her loosen, then comb out

  Because it was a holiday, they bought a herring at the tavern (Chekhov)

  Begin nude, looking for the socks

  Behind the dirty table where Kristofferson is having

  Between five and seven this evening

  Bright mornings

  By the time I came around to feeling pain

  Call it iron discipline. But for months

  Christ broods over our heads

  Cigarette smoke hanging on

  Clouds hang loosely over this mountain range

  Cool summer nights

  Cranes lifting up out of the marshland

  Cutting the stems from a quart

  Down below the window, on the deck, some ragged-looking

  Drifting outside in a pall of smoke

  Driving lickety-split to make the ferry

  Each evening an eagle soars down from the snowy

  Early one Sunday morning everything outside

  Enraged by what he called

  Every man’s life is a mystery, even as

  Everyone else sleeping when I step

  Everywhere he went that day he walked

  Faithless, we have come here

  Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive

  First thing to do in Zurich

  Forget all experiences involving wincing

  Franz Liszt eloped with Countess Marie d’Agoult

  From the window I see her bend to the roses

  George Mensch’s cattle

  Half asleep on top of this bleak landscape

  Hanging around the house each day

  Happy to have these fish

  He arose early, the morning tinged with excitement

  He began the poem at the kitchen table

  He buried his wife, who’d died in

  He holds conversation sacred

  He knew he was

  He said it doesn’t look good

 

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