January
16, 2003
'Endless Nevada' an endless pleasure
By
Sam Bauman, Appeal Staff Writer
Coffee table books are common as snowflakes in December, but every
once in a while one comes along that is photographically ahead of the rest.
Such is the case with "Endless Nevada, a Photo Essay" by
photographer Larry Prosor and Nevada magazine publisher and Nevada Appeal
travel writer Richard Moreno.
From the brilliant book jacket of embossed gold of a man fishing
in the Truckee River to the picture of a lonely wagon road in the Jarbidge
Wilderness, this is a treat to the eye.
There's plenty to read as well as vistas to enjoy. John. L. Smith,
Las Vegas Review-Journal columnist, offers a foreword. The late Robert Laxalt
adds an introduction, ending on a magnificent panorama by Prosor of
"Moonset Over Independence Ridge."
Each chapter is headed by a slightly washed-out photo across two
pages, with a small photo insert. The first chapter is titled
"Overview." In it, Moreno offers a fast-moving history of Nevada,
from geological formation millions of years ago to 1931, when the Legislature
approved gambling and the six-week divorce residency.
The next chapter, "The Land," is a stunning collection
of Prosor photographs, such as an open trail in Thomas Canyon, Elko County, and
a surreal vision of geysers in the Black Rock Desert. Subsequent chapters
include "Searching for Wraiths," "The Past,"
"Mealtime," "The People," "Gathering Places,"
"The Places," "A Cowboy Needs a Poem," "The
Cowboys," "America's Outback," "The Cities" and
"End of the Road."
Moreno writes of the Basque immigrants and the opening of their
hotels and boarding houses, catering to the Basque sheepherders who descended
from the hills for a good meal and soft bed.
In "Gathering Places," Moreno writes:
"Saloons have long been rural Nevada's social clubs,
political meeting halls and psychiatry couches. Intimate secrets, heated words,
unkeepable promises and tall tales have all be passed at least a time or two
over a beer. In most small Nevada towns, the local watering holes are the
places where nearly everyone meets, at least sometime during the week, to swap
gossip, make deals, or just socialize. If a small town is perceived as
something organic, then the saloon is its soul. It is where opinions are
formed, decisions are made and, occasionally, consensus occurs."
In the introduction to "The Places," an especially
striking photo shows two tiny people atop a gigantic tower of rock in the Ruby
Mountains. You know no helicopter brought them to that peak.
In "A Cowboy Needs a Poem," Moreno writes:
"Cowboys are part of what defines Nevada and the West.
Despite having been overly romanticized in movies, books, songs and television
shows, there is really something appealing about a cowboy. Perhaps it is the
perceived freedom of living out under the stars, or the way the cowboy myth
neatly parallels traditional American beliefs in self-determination and hard
work. For whatever reasons, cowboys fascinate us."
This is only a brief description of the wealth of beauty in photographs
and graceful prose that make up this book. At $34.95, it's definitely one for
the coffee table.