Thomas Berger dies at 89; eclectic novelist wrote ‘Little Big Man’

Thomas Berger, the witty and eclectic novelist who reimagined the American West in the historical yarn “Little Big Man” and mastered genres ranging from detective stories to domestic farce, has died. He was 89 and had been in failing health.

A resident of Rockland County, N.Y., Berger died July 13 at a hospital in Nyack, N.Y., his literary agent, Cristina Concepcion, said this week.

Berger, who served in World War II, wrote more than 20 books, including the autobiographical “Rinehart” series, a “Little Big Man” sequel and “The Feud,” about warring families in a 1930s Midwest community. “The Feud” was recommended for the 1984 Pulitzer Prize by the fiction jury but was overruled by the board of directors, which awarded another Depression-era novel, William Kennedy’s “Ironweed.”

Berger’s biggest mainstream success was “Little Big Man,” published in 1964 and an ultra-wry tale of 111-year-old Jack Crabb, who alleges that he was abducted by Indians as a young boy and later fought with the Cheyenne in the Battle of Little Big Horn. The novel was adapted into a 1970 movie of the same name, starring Dustin Hoffman and directed by Arthur Penn.

Other Berger novels made into films include “Neighbors,” which starred John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd, and “Meeting Evil,” featuring Samuel L. Jackson and Luke Wilson.

Admirers regarded Berger as unique and underappreciated, a comic moralist equally attuned to the American past and present.

“Berger’s books are accessible and funny and immerse you in the permanent strangeness of his language and attitude, perhaps best encapsulated by Berger’s own self-definition as a `voyeur of copulating words,”’ Jonathan Lethem wrote in a 2012 essay. “He offers a book for every predilection: if you like westerns, there’s his classic, `Little Big Man’; so, too, has he written fables of suburban life (‘Neighbors’), crime stories (`Meeting Evil’), fantasies, small-town `back-fence’ stories of Middle American life, and philosophical allegories (`Killing Time’).”

Berger was born July 20, 1924, in Cincinnati, the son of a public school business manager and a housewife. He was a dreamer, seeking out new worlds on the nearest bookshelf. His favorite works included the legends of King Arthur and, since he was born close enough to the 19th century to hear firsthand accounts, histories of the Battle of Little Big Horn.

“Very early in life,” he once said, “I discovered that for me reality was too often either dull or obnoxious, and while I did play all the popular games that employ a ball, lower hooks into the water, and, especially fire guns, I preferred the pleasure of the imagination to those of experience, and I read incessantly.”

Berger served in the Army from 1943 to 1946 and used some of his experiences in Germany for his debut novel, “Crazy in Berlin.” He was an undergraduate at the University of Cincinnati, then a graduate student at Columbia University.

Berger worked in libraries as a young man and for a variety of publications, from the New York Times Index to Popular Science Monthly. At a workshop at The New School for Social Research, Berger met such fellow students as Jack Kerouac, Mario Puzo and William Styron and a painter, Jeanne Redpath, whom he married in 1950. She is his only survivor.

Berger wrote short stories in his 20s but disliked the art form, believing he needed more space “to create my alternative reality.”

“Little Big Man” was his third novel. As he told American Heritage magazine, he began the book in 1962 with “the intention of comprising in one man’s personal story all the themes of the Old West that have since become legendary.”

Jack Crabb was based on a fictional character, the blowhard Kit Carson in William Saroyan’s play “The Time of Your Life.”

“The book’s appeal traces to two main currents: one, it’s a tall tale in the great American tradition of Mark Twain, and, second, it’s hip, modern and funny and anticipates appreciation and understanding of a vanished Indian culture by decades,” critic Allen Barra wrote for Salon.com in 2006.

“I … have never thought of my work as being funny except incidentally,” Berger once said, disputing the idea that he was a comic novelist. “I write as I do because that’s the way I instinctively look at things.”

Italie writes for the Associated Press.

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