Homegrown Democrat: A Few Plain Thoughts from the Heart of America [NOOK Book]

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In this thoughtful, deeply personal work, one of the nation's best-loved voices takes the plunge into politics and comes up with a book that has had all of America talking. Here, with great heart, supple wit, and a dash of anger, Garrison Keillor describes the simple democratic values-the Golden Rule, the obligation to defend the weak against the powerful, and others- that define his hard-working Midwestern neighbors and that today's Republicans seem determined to subvert. A reminiscence, a political tract, and a...
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Overview

In this thoughtful, deeply personal work, one of the nation's best-loved voices takes the plunge into politics and comes up with a book that has had all of America talking. Here, with great heart, supple wit, and a dash of anger, Garrison Keillor describes the simple democratic values-the Golden Rule, the obligation to defend the weak against the powerful, and others- that define his hard-working Midwestern neighbors and that today's Republicans seem determined to subvert. A reminiscence, a political tract, and a humorous meditation, Homegrown Democrat is an entertaining, refreshing addition to today's rancorous political debate.

* A New York Times bestseller
* Updated and revised with a new introduction for the 2006 midterm elections
* A Featured Alternate Selection of the Book-of-the-Month Club


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Editorial Reviews

Ted Van Dyk
Garrison Keillor's Homegrown Democrat: A Few Plain Thoughts From the Heart of America is a graceful, loving celebration of the old-time Minnesota liberalism of the heart that is so sorely missed in today's politics. His book is dedicated, appropriately, "to all of the good Democratic-Farmer Laborites of Minnesota."Homegrown Democrat reads like a personal letter from an incorrigibly idealistic old friend. It is filled with personal stories, observations on people and events and unquenchable hopefulness.
The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
Characteristically soothing and lyrical, Keillor's voice takes on an almost preachy tone in this polemic against the "hairy-backed swamp developers and corporate shills" that he feels populate the Republican party. Though Democrats will laud the points he scores against the Bush administration and Republicans in general, Keillor's presentation suffers from too much emotion, coupled with a more rigid adherence to the script than he usually observes in his Lake Wobegon stories (A Prairie Home Companion, etc.). One of the audiobook's joys comes when Keillor uses multi-syllabic, pleasingly perverse language la Charles Dickens to convey the deeds of Republicans, whom he views as slimy, odious characters working to fashion a world where people live in fear, only venturing out of their homes in giant cars to gather supplies in the nearest mall. Keillor's trademark dreaminess resurfaces, however, when he returns to familiar ground and offers up his Minnesota boyhood as a case study of the benefits of voting for the Democratic ticket. Kind but strict parents and a decent public education all served Keillor well, and he sees these things as a cure-all for society's ills. Though this one-size-fits-all answer won't sit well with some listeners, Keillor's likeminded fans will enjoy hearing his passionate take on politics. Simultaneous release with the Viking hardcover (Forecasts, June 21). (Aug.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
While Keillor might wish he were known first as a writer his fiction appeared in The New Yorker long before Prairie Home Companion became a public radio fixture the truth is that his readership comes precultivated from the horde of Lake Wobegone obsessives to whom his voice is soothingly familiar. That audience is probably going to vote Democratic this November, and Keillor's partisan hope is that his offering will help get some of them actually to work for the party's presidential nominee. The Keillor encountered here is at times openly surly. But Keillor most effectively connects with others when he is happy, and so his positive consciousness streams in which he invokes the Scandinavian-derived, northern Midwestern progressive, Socialist Democrat tradition are far more memorable than his snarling, anti-Republican rants. Some urbanites will read Keillor's paeans to wise municipal Democratic stewardship with amusement, but all will appreciate Keillor's candor in distancing core Rooseveltian values from certain tendencies of political correctness and Yuppie hubris. Recommended for public libraries where political (and Lake Wobegone) books circulate well. Scott H. Silverman, Bryn Mawr Coll. Lib., PA Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781101201213
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 7/15/2004
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 412,607
  • File size: 309 KB

Meet the Author

Garrison Keillor
Garrison Keillor, author of nearly a dozen books, is founder and host of the acclaimed radio show A Prairie Home Companion and the daily program The Writer's Almanac. He is also a regular contributor to Time magazine.

Biography

Garrison Keillor is the author of thirteen books, including Lake Wobegon Summer 1956, Wobegon Boy, and Lake Wobegon Days. From 1999-2001, Keillor wrote a column "Dear Mr. Blue: Advice for Lovers and Writers" on Salon.com. Keillor's popular Saturday-night public radio show, A Prairie Home Companion, is in its twenty-seventh season. He lives in St. Paul with his wife and daughter.

Author biography courtesy of Penguin Group (USA).

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    1. Also Known As:
      Gary Edward Keillor (real name)
      Garrison Keillor
    2. Hometown:
      St. Paul, Minnesota
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 7, 1942
    2. Place of Birth:
      Anoka, Minnesota
    1. Education:
      B.A., University of Minnesota, 1966

Read an Excerpt

DON'T THINK YOU'RE SPECIAL

There was a young man from the City Who formed a Campaign Committee But gave up the race When he saw that his face Looked just like his butt—what a pity.

I am a Democrat, which was nothing I decided for myself but simply the way I was brought up, starting with the idea of Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, which is the basis of the simple social compact by which we live and also You are not so different from other people so don't give yourself airs, which was drummed into us children back in the old days when everyone went to public schools. Don't be conceited. So you can write: goody-goody for you, but don't think you're a genius because, believe me, you're not. The democracy of the gospel. All have sinned and come short of the glory of God. All we like sheep have gone astray. These articles of faith, plus our common tongue and a fondness for jokes and the American landscape, bind us together in a union of souls, each one free, each one devoted to the union.

These things were not so clear to me when I was young and immortal, but now I am part of the democracy of old age, impressed on me in 2001 when my mitral valve came loose and I was wheeled into a bright blue industrial room at Mayo and masked and eight hours later my little boat bumped up on a foggy shore and a young woman named Erinn said I would be okay and the next day my catheter was removed and that night a nurse in a blue uniform with a pager clipped to her lapel bent down to take my blood pressure and the weight of the pager opened the fabulous landscape of her breasts and my libido awakened, but I digress. I grew up among Bible-believing people in Minnesota, a cold weather state when the jet stream slips and the wind blows steadily from Manitoba; it gets so cold your skin hurts, your innards clench up, and a man's testes shrink to the size of garden peas, but—Everyone else is just as cold as you are so don't complain about it, this is not a personal experience, that's what we say, and you comfort yourself with fried eggs and bacon and you bulk up a good deal by spring, but then everyone else is fat too, so it's not a problem.

Here we have the democracy of flatness: there simply aren't so many hills for rich people to live on top of. We suffer less from the self-esteem issues that make people call on their cell phones and announce their whereabouts. There was no radio in The Spirit of St. Louis and nobody knew where Lindbergh was as he flew the Atlantic until some fishermen spotted him off the Irish coast, but a man on a train from New York to Boston must furnish frequent updates on his progress. In Minnesota, we get home when we get home, no big deal. And if we're caught in traffic and miss the sales meeting, it won't matter that much in the end. The marketing of widgets will go on, our impact on the world is slight, so take life as a comedy and play it for laughs. You die, there is a sort of decent grief and a few people really do suffer from your absence, but the impact on the greater world is negligible. You do not leave a big hole. They dig a hole and put you in it.

The state was settled by no-nonsense socialists from Germany and Sweden and Norway who unpacked their trunks and planted corn and set about organizing schools; churches; libraries; lodges; societies and benevolent associations; brotherhoods and sisterhoods, and raised their children to Mind Your Manners, Be Useful, Pay Attention, Make Something of Yourself, Turn Down the Thermostat (If You're Cold, Go Put on a Sweater), Share and Share Alike, Be Satisfied with What You Have—a green Jell-O salad with mandarin oranges, miniature marshmallows, walnuts, and Miracle Whip is by God good enough for anybody. I grew up in the pure democracy of a public grade school where everybody brought a valentine for everybody on Valentine's Day so we should feel equally loved though of course some valentines are more equal than others, some have lace and little flaps under which special endearments are written, and others are generic, printed six to a page with bumpy edges where they were torn on the dotted line. But you should be happy with what you get and Don't Think You're Special Because You're Not. (Those people on daytime TV talking about how their parents never gave them the positive feedback they needed and that's why they shot them—those are not Minnesotans. Nor are the people who go to court to win their children the right to not say the Pledge of Allegiance or not be in the room when other children are saying it.) We take pains to not be Special. If there is one meatball left on the platter, you do not take it, you take half of it, and someone else takes half of that and so it is endlessly divided down to the last crumb. Not a state of showboats or motormouths. We tend not to be uncomfortable about silence and can sit in the company of others and eat and not a word is said and it's okay by us. Silence, the purest democracy. The sweetest part of Sunday morning: when the organ stops and nobody speaks and we look at the light streaming in the windows.

I live in Minnesota for the plain and simple reason that I am not so different from these people and also because the social compact is still intact here, despite Republicans trying to pound it out of us.

Here in St. Paul, I live a few blocks from where my mother lived back in the Dirty Thirties when she was a slim, shy, lovely teenager attending St. Paul Central and hoping to become a registered nurse and earning her keep by going door-to-door in the neighborhood selling freshly baked peanut-butter cookies in little brown paper bags. It's also the neighborhood of F. Scott Fitzgerald's boyhood, who wrote plays and got his chums to perform them, with himself in the starring role. For all that's changed since then, a good deal has not—people still say Please and Excuse me and Good morning and hold the door open for you and indulge the free spirits among us though it's irksome when their dandelions go to seed and blow onto our land. If you're in the mood, you can make small talk with us and we will make small talk back. The art of small talk is beautiful and intricate and hard for foreigners to learn. It does not preclude large talk. You could be waiting for the Grand Avenue bus with a man you've seen around the neighborhood over the years, at the dry cleaner's and Kowalski's and Tom the Tailor's and La Cucaracha and ask him how he's doing and he'll tell you about the death of his father in the hospital the night before and you will listen to his spontaneous monologue and ease his loneliness a little. An utterly common occurrence in a society that isn't hung up on social status—people turning to each other and dishing up a story of astonishing frankness and intimacy.

In the new privatized low-tax minimal-services society the Republicans are striving to lay on us, public transportation will offer no pleasure whatsoever. The bus will be for losers and dopes. The driver will sit in a bullet-proof box and there will be no conversation with him. The bus will be full of angry and sullen people who have lost hope that their kids can rise in the world and have a better life, which is the hope that makes it possible for me to turn to you and say something about the weather. Civility leads to civilities. In Republican America, you will not enjoy public life period. The public library, that great democratic temple, will become a waiting room for desperate and broken people, the alkies, the wacked- out, the unemployables, and the public schools will become holding tanks for children whose parents were too unresourceful to find good schools for them, and politics will be so ugly and rancid that decent people will avoid expressing an opinion for fear of being screeched at and hectored and spat on.

That isn't the country I grew up in, dear hearts.

I grew up in a sweet country that was one country and so there were certain points where all roads led and everybody came together, nabob and yahoo, poet and redneck, Baptist and Catholic, and the public school was one of those places. In Anoka, Minnesota, some children wound up attending Dartmouth and Stanford and Carleton and Princeton but they spent their formative years in the public school system with the children of farmers and carpenters and cops and firemen. They all rode together on the big yellow schoolbus and cheered for the Tornadoes and ate macaroni and cheese in the lunchroom. This experience is valuable. It gives you a tribal feeling. Everybody else knows the same songs you do, including Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms and Did you ever think as the hearse rolls by that you may be the next to die? And the one about the doctor and the nurse and the lady with the alligator purse. And Minnesota, hats off to thee, to your colors true we shall ever be and maybe All Glory Laud and Honor to Thee O Saviour King, to Whom the Lips of Children Made Sweet Hosannas Ring—or maybe not, there's room for diversity here—but we all grew up on the same playground and skipped rope to Mable, Mable, set the table, she put on the red hot pepper and played Rover Red Rover and Prisoner's Base and Run Sheep Run and Fox and Geese and we all knew what liverwurst was and Cheez Whiz and Spam and we all knew the story of Daniel in the lion's den and Noah's Ark and the Prodigal Son and a couple hundred other basic tales—I'd hate to think that little Hmong and Mexican children might go through the St. Paul public schools and not learn O say can you see any bedbugs on me and On top of Old Smokey all covered with sand I shot my poor teacher with a big rubber band and Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school. And of course Step on a crack and break your mother's back. Thanks to this wise saying, millions of youngsters have learned something about mercy and also avoided tripping on cracks and skinning their knees.

My wife and I lived in New York City for a while, a gorgeous place if you enjoy humanity, but then we begat a little girl, and we brought her home to Minnesota so she could enjoy her aunts and grow up among slow-spoken enigmatic people. (Are they—a. resolute, b. bored, c. thoughtful, d. drugged?) These are My People. I attended the University of Minnesota and remember how the marching band came blazing down University Avenue, flags snapping in the wind, the shap-shap-shap of their shoes, drums pounding out the cadence, and wheeled into Memorial Stadium packed with 61,000 people and when they stood and sang “firm and strong, united are we,” you could feel that union in your shoes as thousands of gold balloons rose in the October air and you felt blessed to be one of this hardy northern tribe, honest and true, camped along the Mississippi River and the world's largest freshwater lake, the state that produced Fitzgerald and the Mayo Clinic and Lindbergh, and Sinclair Lewis and Hubert Humphrey. I want my daughter to be from here too. As the song says, Like the stream that bends to sea, like the pine that seeks the blue, Minnesota still for thee, thy sons and daughters true. When I stand at a urinal, it's the thought of Minnehaha Falls that loosens up my plumbing, and when I need to sleep at night, it's the 87 counties of Minnesota that I slowly recite and I drop off around Pennington, Pipestone, Polk, Pope, Ramsey. Which is where St. Paul is, a civil place in which to bring up a child. A city of yellow-dog Democrats—not even one (1) precinct in St. Paul voted for our current Republican U.S. senator even though in his days as a Democrat he was mayor of St. Paul, that's how Democratic we are—so there is a high value placed on public services. If you call 911 in St. Paul, the cops or the EMTs will arrive within four minutes. In the Republican suburbs, where No New Taxes is the beginning and end of politics and emergency services depend on volunteers, the response time can be anywhere between ten or fifteen and thirty minutes.

This is the difference between Democrats and Republicans in 2004, when it comes right down to it. Republicans are all about Old Glory and school prayer and the sanctity of marriage and the Fatherhood of God but when it comes to actually needing help from them, you shouldn't get your hopes up. They might send an ambulance or they might just send a Get Well card. In yellow-dog St. Paul, you will be rescued by the St. Paul fire department and there is no better emergency service anywhere in the civilized world. You may be flat on the floor feeling as if an elephant stepped on your chest, or your child may have swallowed a fistful of God knows what medication, or your grandma may have slipped on the ice and banged her noggin and she insists she's okay but in Swedish—whatever your dilemma, the St. Paul rescue squad will deal with it in swift and professional fashion. Because we Democrats feel that the people of St. Paul are entitled to the best when it comes to what's crucial. You can be a Christian, atheist, Buddhist, nudist, and the rescue squad will be there for you within four minutes.

Republicans have perfectly nice manners, normal hair, pleasant smiles, good deodorants, but when it comes down to cases, you do not want them to be monitoring your oxygen flow: they will set it to the minimum required to sustain basic brain function, and then they will recite a little prayer for you. They are a party that is all about perceptions, the Christian party that conceals enormous glittering malice and is led by brilliant bandits who are dividing and conquering the sweet land I grew up in. I don't accept this.

We Democrats are deciduous. We fade, lose heart, become torpid, languish, then the sap rises again, and we are passionate. This is a year for passion.

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Table of Contents

An Interview with Garrison Keillor

Barnes & Noble.com: What made you want to write this book?

Garrison Keillor: Because nobody else was writing, that I could see, a simple, positive exposition of basic Democratic values. I also wanted to discuss why a Democrat (me) is a Democrat. It's not a rhetorical book but a story told from personal experience.

I didn't become a Democrat because I was angry or wanted to run other people's lives -- I simply felt that Democrats represented the ideal of the common good and of basic decency that underlies any good community. Americans are generous people -- we don't walk past suffering without trying to help, we don't throw sick people into a ditch, we aren't callous about suicide or psychotic behavior -- and that generosity of spirit is expressed in the ideals of the Democratic party. In my humble experience.

B&N.com: You've written several books. How was this book different from your other works?

GK: It's much shorter. You could read this book in one sitting.

B&N.com: Did you develop any of the material on your popular radio show, Prairie Home Companion?

GK: No, I don't do politics as such on the radio show. It's all about Lake Wobegon, where there are plenty of Republicans, and about Guy Noir the radio private eye, who is libertarian, and the cowboys Dusty and Lefty, who are anarchists.

B&N.com: Why are you a Democrat?

GK: Because I'm a child of the public schools and of the University of Minnesota. Because the Democratic Party has always stood up to bullies and fought for the America we enjoy today, in which men and women and people of all races and religions mingle freely and tolerantly and enjoy something like equal opportunity.

B&N.com: How exactly did your upbringing in Minnesota influence you politically?

GK: Minnesota has a greater sense of community, maybe because it gets so darn cold here. Any winter morning, you may need your neighbor to help you start your car, so it behooves you to be decent to them. But really, my politics comes from my parents and their generation, which went through the Depression and had a heightened sense of compassion as a result. And, of course, the gospel of Jesus Christ, which commends the meek and the peacemakers and commands us to love our neighbors.

B&N.com: Your many fans know you as one of America's greatest humorists. What role does humor play in your book?

GK: You couldn't be a Democrat without having a sense of humor. We are a fractious, ragtag party, loath to exercise discipline. You come to a meeting of Democrats, all of us anxious to do battle and drive the Republican fat-cat moneylenders from the temple of power, and somebody raises their hand and complains that we haven't tried hard enough to include dyslexic lesbians in the meeting and also that there are more men sitting near the windows than women. This sort of thing drives me nuts. So if it weren't for having a sense of humor, I'd be a Republican.

B&N.com: What is your chief criticism of Republicans and the Bush administration?

GK: Republicans are out to kill the country I love, and the Bush administration is an unmitigated disaster. Other than that, nothing.

B&N.com: You also criticize some Democrats. What are some of your criticisms?

GK: We have a gift for the trivial and for self-righteous piffle, and we are intolerant. We can easily become too narrow, and that's fatal in politics. A party has to stand for clear principles, but it can't afford to have 17 different litmus tests for membership. There has to be room in the Democratic party for people who are pro-life, who want to be able to carry concealed weapons, and who are opposed to same-sex marriage. Otherwise, we're not a party, we're a private club.

B&N.com: Your last chapter, entitled "9/11," excoriates the Bush Administration's handling of homeland security. What exactly is your criticism?

GK: On September 12, 2001, this country was united as seldom before in our history. The Republicans were in power and had an opportunity to move forward with the full support of the American people, but instead they played politics with homeland security, and then with this misbegotten war in Iraq, and they managed to turn most of the free world against us. America has never been so despised. A terrible fall from grace, and there's no end in sight. The torture of prisoners at Abu Ghraib was the last straw for some of us. Sickening.

B&N.com: Do you have any desire to be more directly involved with politics, perhaps even as a candidate or actively campaigning for other candidates?

GK: I am fond of the democratic process -- all the passion and color and the speechifying and the rank and file working hard in the trenches, the folks in funny hats, the buttons, the flags and bumper stickers -- and I love being around it and being a slight part of it, but deep down I'm a writer, and writers are observers. The DFL (Democratic Farm Laborites) party in Minnesota is roaring back to life, after the tragic loss of Senator Paul Wellstone two years ago, and it's exciting to see young talent rise and new stars come forward, people like Amy Klobuchar and Matt Entenza and Patty Wetterling and many others. They're the future, and I'm just an old guy with big eyebrows who remembers hearing Hubert Humphrey speak to farmers off the back of a haywagon. A codger, in other words. I'm good for providing a little color but too old for the rigors of the political fight. It takes toughness, and I'm a natural-born coward.

B&N.com: What will be your next book?

GK: A little novel about Lake Wobegon and tomatoes.

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Interviews & Essays

An Interview with Garrison Keillor

Barnes & Noble.com: What made you want to write this book?

Garrison Keillor: Because nobody else was writing, that I could see, a simple, positive exposition of basic Democratic values. I also wanted to discuss why a Democrat (me) is a Democrat. It's not a rhetorical book but a story told from personal experience.

I didn't become a Democrat because I was angry or wanted to run other people's lives -- I simply felt that Democrats represented the ideal of the common good and of basic decency that underlies any good community. Americans are generous people -- we don't walk past suffering without trying to help, we don't throw sick people into a ditch, we aren't callous about suicide or psychotic behavior -- and that generosity of spirit is expressed in the ideals of the Democratic party. In my humble experience.

B&N.com: You've written several books. How was this book different from your other works?

GK: It's much shorter. You could read this book in one sitting.

B&N.com: Did you develop any of the material on your popular radio show, Prairie Home Companion?

GK: No, I don't do politics as such on the radio show. It's all about Lake Wobegon, where there are plenty of Republicans, and about Guy Noir the radio private eye, who is libertarian, and the cowboys Dusty and Lefty, who are anarchists.

B&N.com: Why are you a Democrat?

GK: Because I'm a child of the public schools and of the University of Minnesota. Because the Democratic Party has always stood up to bullies and fought for the America we enjoy today, in which men and women and people of all races and religions mingle freely and tolerantly and enjoy something like equal opportunity.

B&N.com: How exactly did your upbringing in Minnesota influence you politically?

GK: Minnesota has a greater sense of community, maybe because it gets so darn cold here. Any winter morning, you may need your neighbor to help you start your car, so it behooves you to be decent to them. But really, my politics comes from my parents and their generation, which went through the Depression and had a heightened sense of compassion as a result. And, of course, the gospel of Jesus Christ, which commends the meek and the peacemakers and commands us to love our neighbors.

B&N.com: Your many fans know you as one of America's greatest humorists. What role does humor play in your book?

GK: You couldn't be a Democrat without having a sense of humor. We are a fractious, ragtag party, loath to exercise discipline. You come to a meeting of Democrats, all of us anxious to do battle and drive the Republican fat-cat moneylenders from the temple of power, and somebody raises their hand and complains that we haven't tried hard enough to include dyslexic lesbians in the meeting and also that there are more men sitting near the windows than women. This sort of thing drives me nuts. So if it weren't for having a sense of humor, I'd be a Republican.

B&N.com: What is your chief criticism of Republicans and the Bush administration?

GK: Republicans are out to kill the country I love, and the Bush administration is an unmitigated disaster. Other than that, nothing.

B&N.com: You also criticize some Democrats. What are some of your criticisms?

GK: We have a gift for the trivial and for self-righteous piffle, and we are intolerant. We can easily become too narrow, and that's fatal in politics. A party has to stand for clear principles, but it can't afford to have 17 different litmus tests for membership. There has to be room in the Democratic party for people who are pro-life, who want to be able to carry concealed weapons, and who are opposed to same-sex marriage. Otherwise, we're not a party, we're a private club.

B&N.com: Your last chapter, entitled "9/11," excoriates the Bush Administration's handling of homeland security. What exactly is your criticism?

GK: On September 12, 2001, this country was united as seldom before in our history. The Republicans were in power and had an opportunity to move forward with the full support of the American people, but instead they played politics with homeland security, and then with this misbegotten war in Iraq, and they managed to turn most of the free world against us. America has never been so despised. A terrible fall from grace, and there's no end in sight. The torture of prisoners at Abu Ghraib was the last straw for some of us. Sickening.

B&N.com: Do you have any desire to be more directly involved with politics, perhaps even as a candidate or actively campaigning for other candidates? GK: I am fond of the democratic process -- all the passion and color and the speechifying and the rank and file working hard in the trenches, the folks in funny hats, the buttons, the flags and bumper stickers -- and I love being around it and being a slight part of it, but deep down I'm a writer, and writers are observers. The DFL (Democratic Farm Laborites) party in Minnesota is roaring back to life, after the tragic loss of Senator Paul Wellstone two years ago, and it's exciting to see young talent rise and new stars come forward, people like Amy Klobuchar and Matt Entenza and Patty Wetterling and many others. They're the future, and I'm just an old guy with big eyebrows who remembers hearing Hubert Humphrey speak to farmers off the back of a haywagon. A codger, in other words. I'm good for providing a little color but too old for the rigors of the political fight. It takes toughness, and I'm a natural-born coward.

B&N.com: What will be your next book?

GK: A little novel about Lake Wobegon and tomatoes.

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    Starts Out Good, Then Becomes Preachy

    Not bad. At first, I really liked the slow, home-spun tempo of the prose. It had a simple honesty about it. And, I also liked the author's perspective on Social Responsibility: Neighbors should help neighbors. However, as I drew deeper in the book, I came to a sudden realization that the author has his views, and we all do, but that doesn't necessarily mean I want to kill an entire afternoon reading what one person thinks is wrong with the World. I felt the book became preachy and monotonous.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2006

    Heartwarming!

    This book isn't actually about being a Democrat. It's about being a humane American. Keillor does indeed believe that Democrats are more humane than Republicans, and he gives us many examples. I converted from being a Republican a couple decades ago. May I live up to Keillor's description of being a Democrat.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2004

    Easy Read, But Deeply Flawed

    Garrison is surely a talented writer full of humor and wit, and that makes Homegrown Democrat an enjoyable read. However, Mr. Keillor laments the bitterness of modern politics with one breath and then bitterly demonizes republicans with his next. He also fails to address the reality that the democratic party is guilty of many of the same things for which he curses republicans. I am also stunned that a 'man of the people' like Keillor is unable to understand southern voters. The book is an enjoyable read because of style, but its substance is nonexistant.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2004

    Homegrown Democrat: A Few Plain Thoughts from the Heart of America

    This is the best compilation of Democratic principles I've ever read. I've been wondering how my own parents, now deceased, would have catalogued their reasons for the rules by which they raised my sister and me. We didn't know we were considered 'liberals' until the last four years have separated us so far from the thinking of our Republican friends. I thank God every day that 'you are your brother's keeper' was the foundation of our Christian upbringing, and I thank Keillor for putting it in a concise framework that I can share with my own children and like-thinking friends. Would that those who criticize us would open their minds enough to consider Garrison's book. They don't seem to have the backbone to see 'Fahrenheit,' but this book is a gentler version of the same story. Thank God and Goodness for the backbone of GK!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2004

    being your brother's keeper, on the other guy's dime

    As other reviewers note, Keillor is a sparkling writer, and he's also a great story teller, so listening to the 'News from Lake Woebegon' is usually a pleasant passtime. His political views, however, are pure dedicated worship of the messianic welfare state and virulent hatred for any who blaspheme against it's claims on all of our wealth in the name of 'taking care of the needy neighbors'. It's a great religion for those who like to pontificate about the greediness of the productive, and play pretend 'Good Samaritan' with other people's wealth, while hanging on tightly to their own. A great talent prostrated before a false deity. Pity.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2004

    Thank you Mr. Keillor

    This book shows what a nice and kind man Garrison Keillor is. He truly has core values unlike some that wear their values on their sleeve. Lake Wobegon may be fictional but non-fiction like this is very enjoyable. After reading this book, I want to sit down and share a cup of coffee with Garrison. Thank you Mr. Keillor

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2004

    View from Lake Wobegon

    I was in Minneapolis when I picked up this book on a friend's desk. Read the whole thing in a couple days. It's wonderful. It's Keillor gone mad in the spirited, conservative, controlled Lake Wobegon way. You'll laugh alot! Badly edited for punctuation. I sense this was hurried to be at the the bookstores before the election.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2004

    Pretentious, evasive, GREAT FUN

    Wow! America's favorite sleepy-voiced, ersatz-homespun, less-incisive Mark Twain from the North has absolutely blown his cool. Drawn, no doubt, to penning this first deliberately political tome by the 'reign of terror' in the current white house, Keillor moans, whines and even moans while he whines. It's a wonder to behold! I checked it out from the library-- just couldn't justify buying it-- and read the whole thing. It's hiralious!! Not mildly amusing in his usual NPR way, but absolutely hiarious! The best chapter: the one on Republicans he has condescended to LIKE over the years. To the reader with the eyes to see it, it the nastiest look inside a democrat's mind to come along in years! Indispensable. I read a review on-line once where a book was said to be from the viewpoint of 'mock-tolerance.' I didn't understand that at the time, but I think I do now. Really, Republicans, ya gotta read this one! Yow!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2004

    Homegrown Democrat: A Few Plain Thoughts from the Heart of America

    One of the better thinkers of our times has captured what it means to be a liberal - the politics of kindness. Entertaining and inspiring to be the best we can be for ourselves and others.

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    Posted December 13, 2009

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