Black Rock Desert

There’s a great new book out on the history of the ethereal Black Rock Desert – the  jewel of the Great Basin and the most remote locale in the contiguous United States, and it covers the period from the primordial geologic upheavals thru to the first western settlers and on through the many human interactions with this singular landscape up until 1990. Author Christopher Brooks has been cruising about the playa and surrounding mountains since his good buddy Don Asher introduced him to this otherworldly region in the late 1980’s. Christopher’s book titled simply Black Rock Desert is published as part of the Images of America series from the wonderful local histor(ies) book series Arcadia Publishing.

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Christopher Brooks out on the Great Playa of the Black Rock. photo by Tansy Brooks

Here’s the “official” bio from the publishers:                                    Author Bio: Author Christopher Brooks first visited the Black Rock Desert in the late 1980s, when he was struck by the uniqueness of the environment and the friendliness of Gerlach residents. The images in this book were gathered from the special collections at the University of Nevada, Reno Library and the Nevada Historical Society, as well as from professional photographers and artists.

Christophers love of the Black Rock Desert is in no doubt to anyone aware of his attempts to rein in the growth of the Burning Man event that over the years has caused damage to this remote environment. Despite the earnest attempts of the many BM staffers and volunteers to remediate the damage due to hundreds of thousands of people visiting this remote wilderness area, it is simply impossible for this many people to “leave no trace.”

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Wedding Chapel on Guru Road, part of a mile long multiple year installation by Gerlach resident DeWayne “Doobie” Williams. Christopher Brooks covers this singular folk art wonder and other pre- Burning Man art installations on and around the Black Rock Playa in his book. photo by Peter Goin

I know Christopher from crewing together with America’s premier transgressive machine art ensemble Survival Research Labs where he is highly regarded as a builder/artist. We worked together on a fab SRL show last year in LA

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A short stretch of Guru Road. photo by Peter Goin.

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Nevada Governor James G. Scrugham hanging with the ever suave Ronald Colman during the filming of “The Winning of Barbara Worth” in 1926. photo Nev. Hist. Society

Christopher’s wonderful book covers early geology (up to 300 million years ago!) as well as the earliest known period of human occupation of this area. Among many other human endeavors, he covers the early days of filmmaking on the Black Rock. Actors from Ronald Colman and Gary Cooper in the 1920’s to Drew Barrymore in the 80’s have weathered the rigors of the playa for their craft.

Artists with big visions have also played and created out there before Burning Man made it’s playa debut in 1990.

John and Mary Bogard of Planet X on the nearby Smoke Creek desert collaborated with Berkeley artist Mel (Function) Lyons in creating the largest croquet game ever on the playa as well as several wind related public events. Photographer Doug Keister created several play tableaus which he then photographed through out the 1980’s.

Please check out Christopher’s great new book on this amazing and surreal place. From the pineers of the Applegate-Lassen trail conestoga wagon-trains to the world land speed record runs of the 1950’s, – 90’s, the Black Rock Desert has inspired extreme human efforts and sometimes with other-wordly results. Thanks Christopher!

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photo and tableau by Douglas Keister

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Croquet X Machina by John Bogard & Mel Lyons. photo by Karen Fiene

Grunt’s Minutia by Jack “The Hat” Yaghubian

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Jack at work in one of the dozens of SF watering holes that have been fortunate to have him

So, North Beach legend and ubiquitous San Francisco bar tender and raconteur, Jack “The Hat” Yaghubian went to Viet Nam in 1969. If you read his book Grunt’s Minutia you will know everything you will ever need to about how lucky you are that you did not have to.

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This book will make you fall and kiss the ground in thanks that you did not have to go to Viet Nam. Jack did, though.

Grunt’s Minutia details in crushing, hypnotic detail the day-to-day activities, encounters and observations of one insightful and good humored (considering the hell of dullness he occupies) “dogface” draftee.

You can buy this great book at City Lights in San Francisco or order online.

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Jack’s alter-ego “Ruben Dann” floats from one trenchant observation to the next from the life of a infantry man/draftee over the coarse of “sixteen days in the fall of 1969”.  His descriptions of his fellow unfortunate draftee/grunts and their scorned counterparts – gung-ho army “lifers”, painfully mundane daily tasks, and the deadening daily minutia of an E-3 draftee, are drawn in such microscopic detail and so matter of fact-ly, that there can be no doubt all these terrible things actually happened to our hero.
I picked the book up a several times after buying one from Jack at the book premier in Tosca a year ago. I could never get more than 30 pages into it. Then finally, I got it. Jack doesn’t want to TELL us about his Viet Nam experiences, he wants us to actually FEEL what the daily grind was like. Once I got into the prose and the world created, it was like hearing a song or a piece of music that you simply cannot get out of your head. The book has a lot in common with CS Lewis’ The Great Divorce – the descriptions of the damned in Lewis’ great allegory are hellish indeed. Instead of being boiled in oil or squewered by demons, Lewis’ unfortunates stand alone in interminable lines in a grey drizzle; they occupy cities much as they did while alive, and they live in homes commensurate with their status in their earthly incarnations. Napoleon and Bismarck reside in gray palaces, while more mundane malefactors lurk about in suitably modest bungalows. The common denominator is the incessant dull rain that cuts right through the roofs of their homes, their hats and their clothes. They are eternally uncomfortable, on edge and never able to accomplish the simplest of tasks.
The young soldiers that pass through Jacks hypnotic scenarios are in a similar hell of uncertainty and discomfort. Once I settled into the language and the obsessively detailed and repetative descriptions of his characters day-to-day existence I couldn’t put the book down. My horror and fascination only deepened chapter by chapter. The high point of the book was when protagonist Ruben Dann realizes the task of burning the huge piles of soldier shit left in the latrines is such an easy job compared to most of the other details the pfc’s are expected to do, that he becomes excited and starts conniving to somehow land this “gravy” assignment. For the reader it’s a blow-the-soda-out-your-nostrils revelation and a defining detail about the absurdity and torment these poor grunts live each day in the bush.
There are no heroics, no Apocalypse Now or The Green Berets moments in Grunts Minutia. The violence is short lived, brutal, confusing and infrequent. The violence that stays with the reader is the spirit crushing boredom and kafkaesque daily exercises that these painfully young soldiers experience at a time in their lives when they should be making out with other teenagers, studying music, history, auto repair….doing anything but what they are forced to do by an intrinsically unfair universe.