HAMMOND, Dick




Author Tags: Local History

Born on March 16, 1929 in Vancouver, Richard (Dick) Hammond lived on the Sunshine Coast all his life. Self-educated and extremely well-read, he worked as a handlogger and a timber cruiser's helper, and was a self-employed log salvor from 1955 until his retirement at age 1998. He began to write in 1995.

In addition to his three books, he was a contributor to Raincoast Chronicles Eleven Up, Raincoast Chronicles 17 and Raincoast Chronicles 18. In 2000 his book Haunted Waters [1999] was shortlisted for the Roderick Haig-Brown Regional Book Prize for best book about BC.

All his books concern coastal lore, mostly true stories that he originally heard from his father. Towards the end of his writing career he was looking for a publisher for compendium of thought and study, "The Immortality Hypothesis--Death: the End, or the Beginning?"

Dick Hammond died at dawn, September, 10, 2008, with the falling tide, leaving his wife, Jo, their two children, Patricia and Erik, and his three cats.

CITY/TOWN: Gibsons, BC

EMPLOYMENT OTHER THAN WRITING: Blacksmith's helper, trapper, timber cruiser, hand-logger, log salvor.

AWARDS: "Haunted Waters" nominated for Roderick Haig-Brown prize 1999

BOOKS:

"A Touch of Strange" (Harbour 2001)
"Haunted Waters" (Harbour 1999)
"Tales from Hidden Basin" (Harbour 1996)

[BCBW 2008] "Local History"

A Touch of Strange (Harbour $32.95)
Opinion



By Dick Hammond

It is much appreciated that you would include my latest book in your Origins section, but unfortunately my stories arenít fiction. My publisher prefers to think they are, and lists them that wayóand most readers seem to think them too good to be trueóbut Iíve made every effort to ensure they adhere to the originals as told by my father, who died in 1975.

Faithfully transferring oral stories to print is not easy. (I much prefer to write fiction where imagination isnít constrained by factóor plot by memory.) Retaining my fatherís campfire style is perhaps more difficult than translating a story from one language to another. And translation is notorious for its hazards.

Sometimes a good storyteller doesnít just need a good storyóhe needs to be an actor, too. Father whispered, laughed, shouted, imitated the cries and calls of animals and the noises of nature; sang, tried to convey the accents in which his characters spoke, be they Irish, Scottish, Swedish, or whatever; interspersed anecdotes and explanations and invited and answered questions from his audience.

To transfer the West Coast tales my father told in such detail, using such devices, requires peculiar skills. First, of course, is to remain true to the original, adding nothing of which the narrator would have disapproved. Second, donít try to Ďimproveí the story in any way. Third, and most important, nothing should be added with the intention of impressing readers with your own abilities.

Iím by no means confident that Iíve followed these rules with sufficient diligence, but Iím certain that Iíve done so well enough that these books arenít really fictional. So Iím sorry, but in all honesty it appears (to me) that I should be disqualified from your fiction coverage. I regret this very much.

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[BCBW AUTUMN 2001]