{"product_id":"room-to-dream-isbn-9780399589218","title":"Room to Dream","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BESTSELLER \u003c\/b\u003e• \u003cb\u003eAn unprecedented look into the personal and creative life of the visionary auteur David Lynch, through his own words and those of his closest colleagues, friends, and family\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Insightful . . . an impressively industrious and comprehensive account of Lynch’s career.”—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn this unique hybrid of biography and memoir, David Lynch opens up about a life lived in pursuit of his singular vision, and the many heartaches and struggles he faced to bring his unorthodox projects to fruition. Lynch’s lyrical, intimate, and unfiltered personal reflections riff off biographical sections written by close collaborator Kristine McKenna and based on more than one hundred interviews with surprisingly candid ex-wives, family members, actors, agents, musicians, and colleagues in various fields who all have their own takes on what happened.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eRoom to Dream \u003c\/i\u003eis a landmark book that offers a onetime all-access pass into the life and mind of one of our most enigmatic and utterly original artists.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWith insights into . . .\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEraserhead\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Elephant Man\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eDune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eBlue Velvet\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eWild at Heart\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eTwin Peaks\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eTwin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eLost Highway\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Straight Story\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eMulholland Drive\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eINLAND EMPIRE\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eTwin Peaks: The Return\u003c\/i\u003e“Insightful . . . an impressively industrious and comprehensive account of Lynch’s career.”\u003cb\u003e—The New York Times Book Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A memorable portrait of one of cinema’s great auteurs . . . provides a remarkable insight into [David] Lynch’s intense commitment to the ‘art life.’ ”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This is the best book by and about a movie director since Elia Kazan’s \u003ci\u003eA Life\u003c\/i\u003e (1988) and Michael Powell’s \u003ci\u003eA Life in Movies\u003c\/i\u003e (1986). But \u003ci\u003eRoom to Dream\u003c\/i\u003e is more enchanting or appealing than those classics. . . . What makes this book endearing is its chatty, calm account of how genius in America can be a matter-of-fact defiance of reality that won’t alarm your dog or save mankind. It’s the only way to dream in so disturbed a country.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSan Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eDavid Lynch\u003c\/b\u003e advanced to the front ranks of international cinema in 1977 with the release of his first film, the startlingly original \u003ci\u003eEraserhead\u003c\/i\u003e. Over the course of his career, Lynch was nominated for three Best Director Academy Awards (\u003ci\u003eThe Elephant Man, Blue Velvet, \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e Mulholland Drive\u003c\/i\u003e), won the Palme d’Or for \u003ci\u003eWild at Heart,\u003c\/i\u003e swept the country with \u003ci\u003eTwin Peaks \u003c\/i\u003emania in 1990 when his groundbreaking television series premiered on ABC, and established himself as an artist of tremendous range and wit. He is the author of a previous book, \u003ci\u003eCatching the Big Fish\u003c\/i\u003e, on Transcendental Meditation. David Lynch died in January 2025.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eKristine McKenna\u003c\/b\u003e is a widely published critic and journalist who wrote for the \u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Time\u003c\/i\u003es from 1976 through 1998, and has been a close friend and interviewer of David Lynch since 1979. Her profiles and criticism have appeared in \u003ci\u003eArtforum, The New York Times, ARTnews, Vanity Fair, The Washington Post,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eRolling Stone\u003c\/i\u003e. Her books include \u003ci\u003eThe Ferus Gallery: A Place to Begin\u003c\/i\u003e and two collections of interviews.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDavid Lynch’s mother was a city person and his father was from the country. That’s a good place to begin this story, because this is a story of dualities. “It’s all in such a tender state, all this flesh, and it’s an imperfect world,” Lynch has observed, and that understanding is central to everything he’s made. We live in a realm of opposites, a place where good and evil, spirit and matter, faith and reason, innocent love and carnal lust, exist side by side in an uneasy truce; Lynch’s work resides in the complicated zone where the beautiful and the damned collide.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLynch’s mother, Edwina Sundholm, was the descendant of Finnish immigrants and grew up in Brooklyn. She was bred on the smoke and soot of cities, the smell of oil and gasoline, artifice and the eradication of nature; these things are an integral part of Lynch and his worldview. His paternal great-grandfather homesteaded land in the wheat country near Colfax, Washington, where his son, Austin Lynch, was born in 1884. Lumber mills and soaring trees, the scent of freshly mowed lawns, starry nighttime skies that only exist far from the cities—these things are part of Lynch, too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDavid Lynch’s grandfather became a homesteading wheat farmer like his father, and after meeting at a funeral, Austin and Maude Sullivan, a girl from St. Maries, Idaho, were married. “Maude was educated and raised our father to be really motivated,” said Lynch’s sister, Martha Levacy, of her grandmother, who was the teacher in the one-room schoolhouse on the land she and her husband owned near Highwood, Montana.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAustin and Maude Lynch had three children: David Lynch’s father, Donald, was the second, and he was born on December 4th, 1915, in a house without running water or electricity. “He lived in a desolate place and he loved trees because there were no trees on the prairie,” said David’s brother, John. “He was determined not to be a farmer and live on the prairie, so he went into forestry.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDonald Lynch was doing graduate work in entomology at Duke University, in Durham, North Carolina, when he met Edwina Sundholm in 1939. She was there doing undergraduate work with a double major in German and English, and they crossed paths during a walk in the woods; she was impressed by his courtesy when he held back a low-hanging branch to allow her to pass. On January 16th, 1945, they married in a navy chapel on Mare Island, California, twenty-three miles northeast of San Francisco, and a short time later Donald landed a job as a research scientist for the U.S. Department of Agriculture in Missoula, Montana. It was there that he and his wife began building a family.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDavid Keith Lynch was their first child. Born in Missoula on January 20th, 1946, he was two months old when the family moved to Sandpoint, Idaho, where they spent two years while Donald worked for the Department of Agriculture there. They were living in Sandpoint in 1948 when David’s younger brother, John, was born, but he, too, came into the world in Missoula: Edwina Lynch—known as Sunny—returned to Missoula to deliver her second child. Later that year the family moved to Spokane, Washington, where Martha was born in 1949. The family spent 1954 in Durham while Donald completed his studies at Duke, returned to Spokane briefly, then settled in Boise, Idaho, in 1955, where they remained until 1960. It was there that David Lynch spent the most significant years of his childhood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe period following World War II was the perfect time to be a child in the United States. The Korean War ended in 1953, blandly reassuring two-term President Dwight Eisenhower was in the White House from 1953 through 1961, the natural world was still flourishing, and it seemed as if there just wasn’t a lot to worry about. Although Boise is Idaho’s state capital, it had the character of a small town at the time, and middle-class children there grew up with a degree of freedom that’s unimaginable today. Playdates had yet to be invented, and kids simply roamed their neighborhood streets with their friends, figuring things out for themselves; this was the childhood Lynch experienced.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Childhood was really magical for us, especially in the summertime, and my best memories of David took place in the summer,” recalled Mark Smith, who was one of Lynch’s closest friends in Boise. “My back door and David’s back door were maybe thirty feet apart, and our parents would give us breakfast, then we’d run out the door and play the whole day long. There were vacant lots in our neighborhood and we’d take our dads’ shovels and build big subterranean forts and just kind of lay in there. We were at the age when boys really get into playing army.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLynch’s mother and father each had two siblings, all but one of whom married and had children, so theirs was a big family with lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins, and everybody occasionally gathered at the home of Lynch’s maternal grandparents in Brooklyn. “Aunt Lily and Uncle Ed were warm, welcoming people, and their house on Fourteenth Street was like a haven—Lily had a huge table that took up most of the kitchen and everyone would get together there,” recalled Lynch’s cousin Elena Zegarelli. “When Edwina and Don and their children came it was a big deal, and Lily would make a big dinner and everyone would come.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy all accounts, Lynch’s parents were exceptional people. “Our parents let us do things that were kind of crazy and you wouldn’t do today,” said John Lynch. “They were very open and never tried to force us to go one way or another.” David Lynch’s first wife, Peggy Reavey, said, “Something David told me about his parents that was extraordinary was that if any of their kids had an idea for something they wanted to make or learn about, it was taken absolutely seriously. They had a workshop where they did all kinds of things, and the question immediately became: How do we make this work? It moved from being something in your head to something out in the world real fast, and that was a powerful thing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“David’s parents supported their kids in being who they were,” Reavey continued, “but David’s father had definite standards of behavior. You didn’t treat people crappy, and when you did something you did it well—he was strict about that. David has impeccable standards when it comes to craft, and I’m sure his father had something to do with that.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLynch’s childhood friend Gordon Templeton remembered Lynch’s mother as “a great homemaker. She made clothes for her kids and was quite a seamstress.” Lynch’s parents were romantic with each other, too—“they’d hold hands and kiss each other goodbye,” said Martha Levacy—and in signing correspondence Lynch’s mother sometimes wrote “Sunny,” and drew a sun next to her name, and “Don,” with a drawing of a tree next to his. They were devout Presbyterians. “That was an important part of our upbringing,” said John Lynch, “and we went to Sunday school. The Smiths next door were a real contrast to our family. On Sundays the Smiths would get in their Thunderbird convertible and head up to ski, and Mr. Smith would be smoking a cigarette. Our family got in the Pontiac and went to church. David thought the Smiths were cool and that our family was stodgy.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDavid’s daughter Jennifer Lynch remembers her grandmother as “prim and proper and very active in her church. Sunny had a great sense of humor, too, and she loved her children. I never got the sense that David was favored, but he was definitely the one she worried about the most. My father deeply loved both of his parents, but he also despised all that goodness, the white picket fence and all that. He has a romantic idea of that stuff, but he also hated it because he wanted to smoke cigarettes and live the art life, and they went to church and everything was perfect and quiet and good. It made him a little nutty.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Lynches lived on a cul-de-sac with several boys of approximately the same age within a few houses of one another, and they all became friends. “There were around eight of us,” said Templeton. “There was Willard ‘Winks’ Burns, Gary Gans, Riley ‘Riles’ Cutler, myself, Mark and Randy Smith, and David and John Lynch, and we were like brothers. We were all into \u003ci\u003eMad\u003c\/i\u003e magazine, we rode bikes a lot, hung out at the swimming pool in the summer, and went to our gal friends’ houses and listened to music. We had a lot of freedom—we’d be out riding our bikes until ten at night, take the bus downtown by ourselves, and we all looked out for each other. And everybody liked David. He was friendly, gregarious, unpretentious, loyal, and helpful.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLynch seems to have been a savvy kid who hungered for a kind of sophistication that was hard to come by in Boise in the 1950s, and he’s spoken of “longing for something out of the ordinary to happen” when he was a child. Television was bringing alternate realities into American homes for the first time and beginning to chip away at the unique regional character of towns and cities throughout the country. One imagines that an intuitive child like Lynch might’ve sensed the profound change that was beginning to transform the country. At the same time, he was very much of his time and place and was a committed member of the Boy Scouts; as an adult he’s occasionally touted his status as an Eagle Scout, the highest rank a Scout can achieve.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“We were in Troop 99 together,” said Mark Smith. “We had all these activities—swimming, knot tying—and one of them was a one-night survival camp where some guy taught us what you could eat in the forest to survive, how to catch a squirrel and cook it, and so forth. We had a few sessions learning this stuff, then we went into the mountains to survive. Before we left we bought all the candy we could, and after the first hour we’d eaten it all. So we get to this lake and we’re told to catch a fish—which none of us could do—and by nightfall we thought we were going to die of starvation. Then we noticed a plane circling overhead, and out came a box on a parachute. It was really dramatic. The box was full of things like powdered eggs and we all survived.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLynch was one of those children with a natural ability to draw, and his artistic talent became evident at an early age. His mother refused to give him coloring books—she felt they constricted the imagination—and his father brought loads of graph paper home from work; Lynch had all the materials he needed and was encouraged to go where his mind took him when he sat down to draw. “It was right after the war and there was a lot of army surplus stuff around, and I’d draw guns and knives,” Lynch has recalled. “I got into airplanes, bombers and fighter planes, Flying Tigers, and Browning automatic water-cooled submachine guns.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMartha Levacy remembered, “Most kids wore plain T-shirts then, and David started making customized shirts for all the neighborhood kids with Magic Markers, and everybody in the neighborhood bought one. I remember Mr. Smith next door buying one for a friend who was turning forty. David made a kind of ‘Life Begins at 40’ drawing of a man staring at a nice-looking woman.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA gifted, charismatic child, Lynch was “definitely somebody people were attracted to,” said Smith. “He was popular and I can easily see him running a movie set—he always had lots of energy and lots of friends because he could make people laugh. I have a memory of sitting on the curb in fifth grade and reading stuff in \u003ci\u003eMad\u003c\/i\u003e magazine out loud to each other and just howling, and when I saw the first episode of \u003ci\u003eTwin Peaks\u003c\/i\u003e I recognized that same sense of humor.” Lynch’s sister concurred that “a lot of the humor from that period in our lives is in David’s work.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLynch was president of his seventh-grade class and played trumpet in the school band. Like most able-bodied citizens of Boise, he skied and swam—he was good at both, said his sister—and he played first base in Little League baseball. He also liked movies. “If he went to a movie I hadn’t seen, he’d come home and tell me about it in detail,” said John Lynch. “I remember one he particularly loved called \u003ci\u003eThe Man Who Shot Liberty Valance\u003c\/i\u003e that he went on and on about.” The first movie Lynch recalls seeing was \u003ci\u003eWait Till the Sun Shines, Nellie,\u003c\/i\u003e a downbeat drama directed by Henry King in 1952, which culminates with the lead character being gunned down in a barbershop. “I saw it at a drive-in with my parents, and I remember a scene where a guy is machine-gunned in a barber’s chair and another scene of a little girl playing with a button,” Lynch has recalled. “Suddenly her parents realize she’s gotten it caught in her throat, and I remember feeling a real sense of horror.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn light of the work Lynch went on to produce, it’s not surprising to learn that his childhood memories are a mixture of darkness and light. Perhaps his father’s work dealing with diseased trees imbued him with a heightened awareness of what he has described as “the wild pain and decay” that lurk beneath the surface of things. Whatever the reason, Lynch was unusually sensitive to the entropy that instantly begins eating away at every new thing, and he found it unsettling. Family trips to visit his grandparents in New York made Lynch anxious, too, and he has recalled being highly disturbed by things he encountered there. “The things I’d be upset by were mild compared with the feelings they’d give me,” he’s said. “I think people feel fear even when they don’t understand the reason for it. Sometimes you walk into a room and you can sense that something’s wrong, and when I’d go to New York that feeling covered me like a blanket. Being out in nature there’s a different kind of fear, but there’s fear there, too. Some very bad things can happen in the country.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA painting Lynch made in 1988, titled \u003ci\u003eBoise, Idaho, \u003c\/i\u003espeaks to these sorts of memories. Positioned in the lower right quadrant of a black field is an outline of the shape of the state, surrounded by tiny collaged letters that spell out the title of the painting. Four jagged vertical lines disrupt the black field, and a menacing tornado shape in the left of the image plane seems to be advancing on the state. It’s a disturbing image.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eApparently the more turbulent currents of Lynch’s mind weren’t evident to his Boise playmates. Smith said, “When that black car is winding up the hill in Mulholland Drive you just know something creepy is going to happen, and that’s not the person David was as a kid. The darkness in his work surprises me and I don’t know where it came from.”New York Times bestseller","brand":"Random House Trade Paperbacks","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302221992165,"sku":"NP9780399589218","price":22.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780399589218.jpg?v=1767735908","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/room-to-dream-isbn-9780399589218","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}