No Feeling of Falling 120 11. Dustin Beall Smith's Key Grip won the 2007 Bakeless Prize for nfiction, awarded by the Middlebury College Bread Loaf Writers' Conference and judged by Terry Tempest Williams. Much later, as a committed writer and unredeemed seeker in his fifties, Smith lights out cross-country for what turns out to be a brave, existentially failed--and very funny--attempt at a Lakota vision quest. If, after our talk, he found me suitable for the job, he would then call the producers down from their suite to meet me. I never had the urge to drink again. I began to see an opening into a new world, but I did not yet know what kind of opening and what kind of new world. He later worked as an advance man for Robert Kennedys senatorial campaign and for the Norman MailerJimmy Breslin mayoral campaign.
The intertwined reminiscences in Key Grip reveal Smith's long, reckless journey to manhood—in reaction to his father's impossibly ordered life. Dustin Beall Smith came recommended for his contribution to. Smith provides plenty of flashbacks from his years as a misguided, sky-diving 20-something and also tackles his existential battle at the age of 57 in the opening chapter, which takes up a full third of the book, Smith treks up a hill to perform Native American meditation practices. An award-winning account of life in the film industry. Its trajectory includes a stint as a pioneering sport-parachuting instructor in the late 1950s? He talked of completing a prayer ritual called hanblecheya, which translates as crying for a dream and is popularly known as a vision quest.
The intertwined stories in Key Grip resurrect memories of how his father's impossibly ordered life became a goad for Smith's own reckless journey to manhood. Suddenly it seemed quite compelling, even within reach. He nuzzled with Susan Sarandon and snorted coke with Treat Williams. Winner of a Bakeless Prize for nonfiction, Key Grip is a fascinating record of the fault lines of one man's life. His father was an artist who seemed to understand the adolescent angst that caused Smith to drop out of Columbia, hitch around the country, take up skydiving, return to college and then wander into the movie business, where his long career as a key grip was perennially endangered by his alcoholism.
He worked as a loader in the camera department. The Long Road 142 12. But that was back in the mid-1970s, when I was dabbling in spiritual things like pyramids, pendulums, crystals, and the writings of Carlos Castaneda and Emanuel Swedenborg. Much later, as an unredeemed seeker in his fifties, Smith lights out cross-country for what turns out to be a brave, existentially failed—and very funny—attempt at a Lakota vision quest. A key grip, as Smith explains in this extraordinary memoir, is the person on a film set who supervises rigging of lights, set wall construction, dolly shots, stunt preparation, and more. When You Finish Your Beer 107 8. I had a problem, I said.
A key grip, Dustin Beall Smith explains in this award-winning memoir, is the person on a film set who supervises the rigging of lights, set wall construction, dolly shots, stunt preparation, and more. Much later, as a committed writer and unredeemed seeker in his fifties, Smith lights out cross-country for what turns out to be a brave, existentially failed--and very funny--attempt at a Lakota vision quest. Beautifully told, reminiscent of both Robert Bly and Ian Frazier, Key Grip is a fascinating record of the fault lines of one man's life. One evening, as we approached the inbound tollbooths on the George Washington Bridge, Arturo showed me the still-raw-looking scars on his pectoral muscles, where his pierced flesh had ripped as he broke free from the tree of life during a ceremonial sun dance presided over by his father. I do recommend his memoir.
I stood on the highest step, a clear wind-blown ledge that looked out toward the Temple of the Warriors. So I fell silent for a moment and stared at my coffee. In the late fifties and early sixties, Smith helped pioneer sport parachuting in the United States. Other chapters, such as brief entries about snapping turtles, are more tangential than metaphorical. The director of photography, a young Brazilian fellow, met me in the lobby.
One of those at the bar happened to be Dino De Laurentiis, the executive producer of the film we were doing. In any case, he asked me to wait. The more I dug into my past, the more compelling my particular life became, failure or no failure. Not for about five years, I said. Smith is expert at engaging storytelling, such that the craft appears effortless or invisible. .
I became stronger, the grade got easier, and soon I was chugging along like everyone else. When I opened my eyes, I looked around and saw a small snakeskin rolling toward me from the shadows, a fragile, translucent promise of renewal. Meryl Streep will costar, he said. The ritual, he explained, involved being taken up the hill by his medicine man father and being made to sit alone on a blanket in the wilderness for four days and nights, without food or water. We ordered coffee, and he told me I had come highly recommended by several people he knew.