Ron Dolin owns the first distillery in the history of New Mexico with locations in Los Alamos and Santa Fe. He is also an engineer at the Los Alamos National Laboratory. Ron has been writing all his life. He has published stage plays, screenplays, poetry, and short stories. Quiet Desperation is Ron's first full length novel. Story one - Al Azar is the first of three parts. The second part is nearly complete and expected out in early fall. Lots of decisions regarding plot and characters need to be made before the final story is told.
What's the story behind your latest book?
The story began during a cycling trip in France where I met a poet, Nicholi Olinski. I will use his words to describe how this project of marrying story with poems came to be. I met Ron the summer of 1981 while in France attending a close friend’s funeral. Ron was midway through a solo bicycle journey across Provence. We both found ourselves at bitter crossroads but for divergently different reasons. Ron came to France to jettison aspects of his life anchoring his soul while, as he described it, cycling toward an ill-defined destiny. I too was longing to discard elements of my life but had not yet devised a plan. For Ron it was all about pushing past what would no longer define him. For me it was a desire to escape the inescapable essence of who I was. We met in the coastal village where my friend was buried. For complex reasons that torment me still, I didn’t attend the funeral even though I was compelled to be near. The waiter in the crowded café where I defiantly dared to drown demons asked if Ron could share my table. Knowing enough about French protocol to know I had no choice, I reluctantly acquiesced.
How did you become friends?
To say we got off to an awkward start is an utter understatement. As the evening and the wine waned though we dived deep into a discussion about life, and how it was we each came to be in Provence. Ron’s ever forming perspectives on decisions leading to outcomes resonated with my saddened soul. His wisdom and insight that he thought only applied to him, somehow always cut to the core of my complexity helping me through a dangerously difficult moment. Ron described his journey as a personal Sundance. He tried repeatedly to explain how his Sundance was a modification of an ancient American Indian ceremony having something to do with erasing the soul of all it has have been in order to find out who it’s supposed to become. This appealed to me on such a profound level I persuaded Ron to let me join his journey even though it was with reluctant acquiesces. I felt in some cosmic way fate intersected our lives for a purpose; that we were meant to journey on together even if only briefly. For a week I rode through Provence at a punishing pace with this one time cowboy from South Dakota who was pushing himself to the exhaustive edge of endurance in the hope of finding answers for himself, within himself.
Jake wakes up every day tired, alone and still broken. Life taught this one time nuclear weapons engineer that Night is a thief robbing those less vigilant of things they most cherish. What he doesn't anticipate is that hurtling toward him with cataclysmic momentum is the last gasp of a woman on the hopeless side of survival.