For many years I held certain assumptions about Larry McMurtry. Without ever having read his novels, I thought of him as a prolific – perhaps excessively prolific – author of sentimental bestsellers, most of them sequels or prequels to earlier successes. I knew that a few good movies had been adapted from his work, but had mentally classified him alongside Sidney Sheldon,...
McMurtry bemoans the fact that readers take his characters at face value and misidentify cowboy selfishness as heroism. ‘I don’t think these myths do justice to the richness and fullness of human possibility,’ he said. Traditional gender roles don’t make ‘for the best sort of domestic life’. McMurtry’s own domestic life, in both his childhood and adulthood, suggests a kind, sensitive, ambivalent man in perpetual conflict with responsibility and desire, tradition and contemporary morality.