Before Leif Enger hit the big leagues with his runaway bestseller, "Peace Like a River," and before his brother, Lin, wrote his first serious work of fiction, the soon-to-be-released "Undiscovered Country," the Minnesota brothers were living undercover as creators of a murder-mystery series.
Their five-book series, written under the pen name L.L. Enger and published by Pocket Books during the late 1980s and early '90s, features Gun Pederson, a widowed former slugger for the Detroit Tigers. A Minnesota tough guy, he prefers the company of no one and hangs out in his ice-fishing shack, rolling Prince Albert cigarettes and toying with an elusive 20-pound northern. But trouble intrudes, and Pederson is time and again forced out of hiding and into the role of detective to solve various brutal killings, defend his father against murder charges, identify an Indian corpse and halt a shady real-estate dealer in his tracks.
It was fun while it lasted, but the Enger brothers eventually grew out of the (not very lucrative) series and headed into their separate corners to do the work that needed to be done as serious writers. "I tried to sell out, but I couldn't," said Lin, who was at the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop while crafting mysteries on the sly.
No harm done. They had great fun collaborating, both said in a recent interview. And what remains of that time is a deeply empathic awareness of the other's writerly struggles and a playful, unbroken connection -- like two boys forever tossing a baseball back and forth.
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The Enger brothers grew up in Osakis, Minn., the youngest of four siblings. Their father, Don, was a school band director, and their mother, Wilma, an elementary schoolteacher. There were five years between the brothers, but that was no barrier to friendship.
"We were close ... despite the age difference, playing baseball, shooting .22 rifles in the woods, making up various weird games during the long winters," said Lin, the elder. "[Leif] put up with my knocking him around a little, I guess, toughening him up, but I never had the feeling I didn't want him around. We tended, and still do, to see things through the same ironic lens."
Besides an enthusiasm for the outdoors, which radiates from their fiction, the brothers also shared a love of books. Both remember a plentiful stash of Junior Library editions filled with cowboys, Indians and pioneers. Best of all, there was Robert Louis Stevenson's "Treasure Island," which their mother read aloud to them at bedtime, permanently implanting a sense of adventure.