At the Tomahawk Room in Chippewa Falls, Wis., you can get a pizza, a locally brewed hard cider or, possibly, the idea for your next book.
A few years ago, novelist Nickolas Butler, who lives in a small town nearby, was nursing a beverage while finishing a Sudoku puzzle in the Tomahawk Room when this happened:
“I heard two older people — in their mid-60s, I guess, or late 60s — and the man said to the woman, ‘I still dream about you. I dream about kissing you. Can I kiss you?’” recalled Butler, 45, whose new novel is “A Forty Year Kiss.”
He was immediately rapt.
“That sort of poetry doesn’t really happen in bars a whole lot in my experience,” said Butler, whose previous books include “Shotgun Lovesongs” and “Godspeed.” “I thought they would exchange just a polite kiss, but it was a really long, passionate kiss. I started taking notes at that point. I had this feeling that something magical was happening.”
Perhaps it’s an occupational hazard but Butler immediately began thinking about possibilities. Had the couple been high school sweethearts? Had there been an affair and they couldn’t stop thinking about each other?
“I didn’t know,” said Butler. “But they were reconnecting, clearly, and this guy was putting his cards on the table in this beautiful and, I thought, vulnerable way.”
Something similar happens in “A Forty Year Kiss.” Wisconsinites Charlie and Vivian were married for four years but split up for a variety of reasons, including the alcoholism Charlie still battles. Forty years later, they meet in a bar and Charlie asks, “Can I give you a hug? Would that be OK?” to which Vivian replies, “Yes, I’d like that.” Soon, their relationship seems to be back on track.