- The Washington Times - Thursday, December 29, 2005

LOS ANGELES —Robert Hunter laughs at the irony as he turns the image over in his head: The solitary writer, secluded in a cabin along Northern California’s Russian River, churning out the Great American Novel.

“I’m finally turning into just what they always said I was — a reclusive writer,” Mr. Hunter says with a chuckle during what is scheduled to be a brief telephone conversation but expands to nearly two hours as he expounds on 30 years as the Grateful Dead’s principal lyricist, the band’s place in history and his newest writing endeavor.

Asked last spring to compose a foreword to David Dodd’s book “The Complete Annotated Grateful Dead Lyrics,” Mr. Hunter responded not by shunning the spotlight but with a lengthy, illuminating history of his songwriting partnership with the band’s primary composer, lead guitarist Jerry Garcia.

“When I got done with that, I found I enjoyed writing it so much that I said, ‘Hey, let’s keep writing,’” he recalls. “I’ve finished one novel since then, and I’m five chapters into another one.”

The first book is called “Doppelganger,” the name for the twin that, according to mythology, each of us has somewhere in the world. Mr. Hunter is loath to describe it in detail before publication except to note that it puts to use the quantum mechanics theory of physics and includes “a whole lot of doppelgangers.” He’s waiting for word from his publisher on when it will be released.

“I feel I’ve got 10 books in me,” Mr. Hunter says, speaking not from his secluded writing cabin but from the San Francisco Bay Area home he shares with his wife, Maureen, and their teenage daughter, Kate. His voice, normally a booming baritone, sounds surprisingly frail as he recovers from dental and knee surgery.

“Frail. I like that word,” Mr. Hunter says, evaluating the choice. “Yes, that describes it well.”

Then he is back to the topic at hand, estimating that he will complete his 10th novel “just about the time I turn senile.”

“And that,” he continues, “is a very motivating thing for me at age 64, watching the speed at which the memory and the cognitive functions disintegrate. It’s a great incentive for using the time maximally.”

Then he catches himself: “Maximally. That’s not a good word. I wouldn’t write it.”

Indeed, words have been Mr. Hunter’s passion since one day in 1949 when, in a brilliant flash, he discovered the world around him and his place within it “as a character in time.” It was an experience, he jokes, that was similar to, but probably less important than, Buddha’s finding enlightenment under the bodhi tree.

Around that time, he also became aware of music, which led him to study cello, violin, trumpet, bagpipes and guitar.

Early music influences included Pearl Bailey, Bessie Smith and Josh White as well as whatever he heard on his parents’ radio. Later, he added to the eclectic mix Woody Guthrie, the operettas of Gilbert and Sullivan and the literary works of James Joyce.

“Sometimes, when I start feeling less than humble, I look at Joyce again, and he puts me right in my place,” Mr. Hunter says.

Not that he is particularly humble when it comes to the influence of the Grateful Dead’s music. Forty years after the band’s formation — and 10 years since Mr. Garcia’s death — Mr. Hunter is not surprised that the music endures.

“I probably just always had some conceited belief that it would,” he says.

Known for lyrics with a dramatic flair and a timeless quality that leaves many listeners feeling as if they have heard them before, Mr. Hunter likely was as responsible for the band’s success as any of the musicians who sang his words, says Steve Silberman, co-author of the encyclopedic Grateful Dead sourcebook “Skeleton Key.”

“I believe the Grateful Dead would have inspired much less of an emotional loyalty in their fans without his lyrics,” Mr. Silberman says. “Robert Hunter really located a traditional sense of character and story line found in English literature and childhood ballads … and placed it in the heart of the weirdest, most experimental music that mass audiences ever fell in love with.”

While Mr. Garcia traveled the world for 30 years as the Grateful Dead’s unofficial frontman, Mr. Hunter often stayed in the shadows. Rarely granting interviews, never joining the group onstage, allowing his picture to be placed on only one of the band’s albums, he became an enigma to all but the Dead’s most ardent followers.

Others, though, knew to look for the balding, bespectacled Mr. Hunter, guitar in hand, at the occasional solo concert in some small place. There, often dressed in jeans and leather vest, a paunch protruding over his belt, he might do an entire concert of original material and not include more than one or two Dead songs.

He also recorded several albums of his own, including “Tales of the Great Rum Runners,” “Tiger Rose” and “Amagamalin Street,” and published several volumes of poetry, including “Night Cadre,” “Sentinel” and “Idiot’s Delight.” He also has translated the works of German poet Rainer Maria Rilke.

Now, however, he has cast much of that aside in favor of concentrating on writing novels.

“I know my time is dwindling, and I know more at this age,” he says. “I don’t think I could have written these novels 10 years ago.”

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