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- BOOKS, Page 62Born Witness
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- CLEAR PICTURES: FIRST LOVES, FIRST GUIDES
- by Reynolds Price
- Atheneum; 304 pages; $19.95
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- Unless your childhood was as magical as Mozart's, writing
- an extended memoir of those primal years is a risk bordering on
- chutzpah. Why on earth should anyone else care about the
- assorted teachers, neighbors and maiden aunts who were your
- early sources of inspiration? Such people are the private
- memories of the ones who knew and cherished them.
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- Readers can be persuaded to care, however, if the memoirist
- is Reynolds Price (The Source of Light, Kate Vaiden), one of a
- few writers whose full-length fictions do honor to the term
- regional novel. Price's region is central North Carolina, where
- he has lived for most of his 56 years. His father Will was a
- traveling salesman who fought a lifelong battle against alcohol
- and financial insecurity. His mother Elizabeth was one of the
- genteel metal magnolias who, despite generosity to their black
- servants, Price notes, were the "chief conveyors" of the racist
- code that cursed the pre-King South.
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- A loner by temperament and circumstance -- his family was
- constantly relocating from one drab Piedmont town to another --
- Price describes the boy he was as "a born witness or spy . . .
- helplessly fascinated by the ritual power of language." In
- Clear Pictures he comes across as a precocious Dixie dandy,
- worrying earnestly about God and masturbation, and toadying up
- to visiting artistes like the great contralto Marian Anderson
- by sending them portraits he had sketched from publicity stills.
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- There is no posturing, however, in the taut, emotion-driven
- chapter that tells of his father's death at age 54. Surgery to
- remove a cancer-infected lung disclosed that the disease had
- spread, inoperably. Reynolds, then a junior at Duke University,
- was at his bedside, holding the "warm, dead flesh" of Will's
- wrist, when the end came. He heard "a high moan, an eerie
- whistle." As Will's head pressed deep into the pillows, "the
- eyes stayed shut but the skin of his face turned purple, and the
- hard wave rolled downward from mind to feet. It was plainly as
- real and irresistible as what drives the surf."
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- Price, today a paraplegic from cancer of the spine, cites
- Freud's comment that the most important day of a man's life is
- the day his father dies. It may have been the day that Reynolds
- Price truly became the writer he hoped to be.
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