Bobbi Anderson / the Haven novelist

… she had taken the paperback (over his weak protests) and had read him four chapters in a Western by that woman who lived up north in Haven. Rimfire Christmas, it was called. Sheriff John Stoner was having problems with the rowdier element in the town of Roaring Rock, Wyoming, it seemed—and, worse, he just couldn’t find anything to give his lovely young wife …

The Stand describes a woman in Haven who writes Westerns. The Tommyknockers identifies Bobbi Anderson as a Western novelist living in Haven. The distinctive place and occupation support a likely identity; the unnamed reference does not prove it.

The total acreage of this pie-shaped wedge was huge. Beyond the wall at the western edge of Bobbi Anderson’s land were miles of wilderness owned by the New England Paper Company. Burning Woods, on the map. In truth, Anderson didn’t really need to hunt a place to do her cutting.

The Stand describes a woman in Haven who writes Westerns. The Tommyknockers identifies Bobbi Anderson as a Western novelist living in Haven. The distinctive place and occupation support a likely identity; the unnamed reference does not prove it.

Bobbi. Bobbi was the only part of his old life that still seemed somehow whole and good. Bobbi was living down there in Haven, writing her westerns, still sane, still his friend if no longer his lover. His last friend. Want to talk to Bobbi first, okay? Why?

The Stand describes a woman in Haven who writes Westerns. The Tommyknockers identifies Bobbi Anderson as a Western novelist living in Haven. The distinctive place and occupation support a likely identity; the unnamed reference does not prove it.