Revelatory tome shows life wasn’t always powder days for man who put skiers on the big screen.
Most people trot out the saying in jest, usually in response to a question about how their life is going: “Just livin’ the dream!” From the outside looking in, ski-movie mogul Warren Miller has always appeared to be one of those rare creatures who has been able to say it for much of his life without a hint of irony.
That’s the premise most readers will bring to “Freedom Found: My Life Story,”(Warren Miller Co., $29.95) an autobiography of action-film legend Miller, who has delighted multiple generations of audiences with his annual, big-screen odes to that rush of “pure freedom” that comes with an initial ride on skis, snowboard or any other means of fresh-air transcendence.
At first glance, an autobiography from Miller, a 92-year-old resident of Orcas Island and Montana, depending on the season, might seem like career overkill — based purely on the unique strength of that career. So personal was the distinctive playful, self-deprecating style of Miller’s hundreds of previous films and books that many longtime fans might feel they already know him.
Ski film tours this month
“Here, There and Everywhere,” the 67th annual ski film bearing the name of Warren Miller, screens across Western Washington this month, including Nov. 18-19 at Seattle’s McCaw Hall. After retiring in 2004 from the film company he founded in 1950, Miller is seen in this film as he spins tales of the past. Top ski athletes and industry veterans take viewers around the world, from British Columbia to Greenland and beyond. Details: skinet.com/warrenmiller/film-tour
Yet “Freedom Found” sheds notable new light on just what it was that Miller was seeking freedom from in the first place. Not many details are spared here — the book, supplemented by 100 images, runs 512 pages. It’s far from the joy ride one might expect from the guy who famously made a career out of what the rest of us do on vacation. With co-writer Andy Bigford, Miller is frank about a dysfunctional Depression-era California childhood marked by an alcoholic father and a mother who served time in prison for her part in a welfare scam. There’s little woe-is-Warren here. “A lot of people,” he makes clear, “have had it a lot worse, but this is how I had it.”
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But it helps explain the childlike thrill with which Miller embraced the great outdoors as a refuge. And it allows readers to fully appreciate his joy when this escape route morphed into a lifelong passion — and an improbable career. His descriptions of his first “professional” steps into that world — as a young man lugging an 8mm movie camera to Yosemite’s Badger Pass — are ripe with the sort of world-is-our-oyster optimism that became the hallmark of his generation. That expedition led to a permanent road trip that began with pal Ward Baker, a ’36 Buick, and a teardrop trailer and eventually took Miller and his film crews to the tops of the mountains of the world.
From here, the Miller story enters more familiar territory — the trappings and frequent hilarity of living the life of a professional ski bum, celebrity encounters, marriages and children, and later, a painful realization of his own business naiveté as he struggled to control his own company. At times, the book slips into minute detail that make it feel more personal journal than well-sculpted autobiography. But the structure — 83 short chapters — makes it easy to navigate.
Miller’s life well-lived is laid bare here, with the sort of winking approach that only a master storyteller could bring to the project. Longtime fans will find it an indulgent fireside read from a man who built a career on images and finally — and to occasionally profound effect — found both the time and need to fully reflect upon his own. It’s a book that should come packaged with down slippers and schnapps.