The God of Skiing — Book Review


Post by WildSnow.com blogger | March 19, 2015      
'God of Skiing' cover uses a portrait of pioneer ski mountaineer Fritz Stammberger.

‘God of Skiing’ cover uses a portrait of pioneer ski mountaineer Fritz Stammberger.

Peter Kray is a good writer. So when he told me he had a “ski novel” in the works, I figured it could easily be something beyond the script writing in “Aspen Extreme.”

I wasn’t disappointed. In fact, I ended up with eyeballs locked to Kray’s pages the same way I look ahead to each turn in the steeps.”The God of Skiing” is good crazy — a mix of autobiography and fantasy that’ll have you both nodding your head and asking “did that really happen?” Or even thinking, “sounds familiar!”

The tale begins with fictional Tack Strau, a sort of Bode Miller great “white” hope for ski racing. Only Tack (just like Bode only worse) takes a beater career ending fall that sends him back to free skiing. This after he escapes from the hospital in some mysterious fashion we only find out about later. That’s page five.

The idea here is Kray weaves the story of Strau into his tell-all, as a sort of muse. Only this spirit skis hard, beautiful and edgy. Strau is the skier we all want to be, and lives the life that every deep down in the lizard-brain self absorbed adrenaline junky philosopher glisser wants. No, needs.

The tale continues with Kray’s journey. As a teenager with his parents, he begins as what we call in Colorado a “franger,” short for Front Ranger. That generally means a guy who lives in the city and drives to the closest real ski mountain. In this case with friends owning a house near the slopes where ski instructors played guitar and rolled cigar sized joints. Soundtrack: Beach Boys and Beatles. Long time ago.

What’s sweet about Kray’s take on Vail is for him “that time never happened.” That time in the 1970s when sex was easy (it really was, easier), all night keg parties raged (must still happen) and Jack Nicholson would sit next to you at a bar in Aspen with his sunglasses on at two in the morning (been there). Instead, what happened was his young crew would wake in the dark to get first chair “before the air was oiled with the smell of cigarettes, coffee and cocoa butter sunscreen.” Then they’d ski till patrol sweep and exit just ahead of the red jackets swooping down from above like so many kites in the sunset.

College comes soon. St. Lawrence University, bump skiing at Stowe and a more “adult” balance between women and skiing. That’s when Tack reappears, or at least a likeness. Kray finds a shrine in the tree grove where Strau took his near fatal ski racing crash. With imaginary cheers blasting his ears, he skis to the base village bar and on to life as an “adult” ski bum. Meaning he goes to Jackson. Meaning that’s where Strau is found, eating a “Wyoming power bar in the tram line, with his gloves on.”

This is where I really began enjoying the tale. How much is tall and how much is real I don’t know for sure, but guessing is fun. Along the way, we get a prose poem to the Tetons, “silent as the giant white jaw of a wolf in the winter, tearing clouds and chewing time.” As well as glimpse into inerrant ski bum life, “She was still in her bathrobe, standing in the doorway when I scraped the frost off my car…”

Woven into the narrative, we meet Bill Briggs (first ski descent of the Grand Teton), as well as the iconic and mysterious Fritz Stammberger. In my view, Stammberger’s ski descent of North Maroon peak in 1971 was equally as seminal in North American ski mountaineering as Briggs on the Grand that same year. Only Briggs got photos. Stammberger lived only a few more years until not returning from a solo Himalayan climb. Briggs is still alive. These days, it didn’t happen unless it’s on Facebook. Back then you still needed ‘chromes to really make a statement.

But Stammberger gets his due in Kray’s book. In fact he’s the guy on the cover. The book jacket photo is the archetypical semi-famous circa 1971 portrait of Stammberger shot by Aspen photographer Chris Cassatt, (first promulgated in historical context in my own book “Wild Snow.”)

Stammberger is indeed a version of Tack Strau. The man setting the outer limits of sport and physical adventure. In a way he does belong on the book cover. Kray told me he met Stammberger as a youngster and was impacted by the charismatic German alpinist’s physical presence — having him on the cover was “important.”

Unfortunately, there is a downside to using an important historical figure as cover art on a fiction novel. Already, if you google “Tack Strau” you’ll hit on images of Stammberger, now easily misconstrued. That’s sad to me, as Stammberger the heroic figure is in the end somewhat tragic, having been taken so young. Now for his likeness to be lost in the digital quagmire, sadder still.

Minor point to some? Sure. But all history is important, as most ends up forgotten or mistold.

Beyond my quibble about cover photos, a possible problem with Kray’s book (which is mostly set around the 1980s) is while you can read it as timeless historical fiction, a somewhat dated mist does swirl about. It all worked for me because I’m a boomer just like Kray (though I’m a decade or so older than him). I’ve got direct experience and strong memories of many things he writes about. But if you’re a millennial, Kray’s references to ski heros of the 1970s and ski bumming in the 1980s could read like a study of Old Testament prophets. That is until you realize that today’s “freeride” ski culture sprouted in the early 1970s in sync with the “cultural decade” otherwise famously known as the 1960s — and here in Kray’s writing is a trove of direct experience. At the least, it’ll amuse you; at best it’ll give you some perspective.

I’ll not spoil too much more of the story for you. With lyrical (perhaps even briefly purple) prose Kray takes on everything from the essence of Jackson to the core of World Cup ski racing. There is even a bear story in there. The part where Kray dines with and interviews Alberto Tomba is priceless. In this case I’m a victim of the writer’s excellent verbiage — I can’t get Laura off my mind — Tomba’s beautiful Italian assistant who could cause a man to gift wrap his Ferrari just “by the way she wrapped her long fingers around a glass of wine.” Whew. Recommended.

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9 Responses to “The God of Skiing — Book Review”

  1. Dostie March 19th, 2015 1:25 pm

    Excellent write up. It took me awhile to make peace with knowing what was real and what was woven, but the tapestry remains true to the spirit of skiing.

  2. Lisa Dawson March 19th, 2015 2:45 pm

    I’m always on the lookout for a good book. Thanks for the recommendation.

  3. Stephen Sullivan March 19th, 2015 4:44 pm

    Good review Lou…A must read for those enamored with the ski culture…I loved the book…led me down some old roads, reminding me of my passion for skiing and the texture of the mountains and all they have brought to my life…hope all is well down south…

  4. GeorgeT March 19th, 2015 5:58 pm

    Perfect book for my cabin or a hut trip. Thanks for sharing.
    Amazon link says unavailable…for now.

  5. Lou Dawson 2 March 19th, 2015 6:10 pm

    Sorry; dang amazon, kray gave me a link we will put up ASAP.

  6. DavidB March 19th, 2015 6:29 pm

    Good review Lou, I must get hold of a copy.

    Also learnt something. A “franger” has a very different meaning in Australia. It’s slang for a prophylactic. You can imagine my surprise when I read he was a franger.

  7. Lou Dawson 2 March 19th, 2015 6:54 pm

    Ha! Kray must be laughing outloud! Sheesh, should I edit? Lou

  8. Thom Mackris March 19th, 2015 11:50 pm

    I missed out on the wild sex/keg parties in Vail in the early ’70’s. Oh well …

    What was interesting about the place at the time was that the social structure (ca 1973-1975) was still forming. Of course, it had the concrete and faux Tyrolean architecture, but entrepreneurs, construction workers and lifties (for example) regularly rubbed elbows at the bar. Aspen of course had plenty of time to build a stratified social structure by this time … much as Vail does today.

    Cheers,
    Thom

  9. Billy Balz March 20th, 2015 6:24 pm

    My memories of vail in the 1970s was as a young 10yr old who got a magical 10 days a year in vail staying at my mom’s friend’s ski in/out house (originals in vail). Our family friend Larry burdick owned the red lion where we would hang out in his apt above the restaurant before dinner then go down to dine every night and listen to live music. I’m told Larry got addicted to drugs because of all the craziness that happened at his place.

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