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- BOOKS, Page 84At Play in Fields of Energy
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- By Martha Duffy
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- OIL NOTES
- by Rick Bass
- Houghton Mifflin/Seymour Lawrence;172 pages; $16.95
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- Rick Bass was a fence post in his third-grade play. His
- father still calls him "Animal." As a petroleum geologist around
- Jackson, Miss., he drove a lot but was hard on automobiles.
- After he steered one company car into shallow water, the boss
- sent him a 20-ft. length of chain for Christmas. Bass
- acknowledges his clumsiness: "Sometimes I feel almost out of
- control." But he glories in a rare natural gift: "I know how to
- find oil."
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- As readers of Bass's stories (collected this year in The
- Watch) can attest, he also knows how to write; and like his oil
- witchery, this gift is extravagant and natural. His new book is
- based on notebook jottings he kept for about three years,
- 1984-87, chasing a quarry that was "shy here, coy there, blatant
- elsewhere." His father, another petroleum geologist, complained
- after reading Oil Notes that he didn't learn much from it about
- finding oil, but to the uninitiated it richly reveals just what
- that line of work involves. There is no better conversation,
- spoken or written, than good shop talk, and this is superb --
- direct, expert and reeling with the joys of outdoor adventure.
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- Bass, 31, has likened his job to that of a field-goal
- kicker, a man whose calculations must be exactly right ("You
- can't even look relieved"). But he revels in the pressure and
- fevered pace. "Sometimes day, as opposed to night, loses
- significance, and also you feel like you're being washed down
- a mad stream somewhere. Fatigue becomes the currency with which
- you pay. It makes sense though. It is energy, after all, that
- you are looking for: buried." He recalls the mineral's origin,
- millions of years ago, in ancient seashores, and feels that
- there is a "frozen sea in me." Describing the geology of Alabama
- and Mississippi, he writes, "The old sea retreated two hundred
- and fifty million years ago . . . the sands, five and six
- thousand feet down, like plunging porpoises, sounding, headed
- back to the deep."
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- The author, who now lives in rural Montana and is a
- consulting geologist, says little about his writing career. He
- reveals that he is a poetic observer of the earth's surface as
- well as its depths, ever alert to the sounds of silence -- a
- cricket, a katydid, a car passing in the distance, the hum of
- a freezer. Crisp winter walks during his college days at Utah
- State made him feel like "the president of snow."
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- Oil Notes has many such phrases, evocative, amusing, but
- also a little silly. Bass writes that "all geologists are
- hyperbolic"; he certainly is. At one point he suggests putting
- a small bottle of oil to the ear, the better to hear the ancient
- waters. At another he intones, "You can't find oil if you are
- not honest; I'm not sure I know how to explain this." The rueful
- part, after the semicolon, redeems the rest. He natters on about
- his girlfriend, Elizabeth Hughes, whose mild, pleasant drawings
- accompany the text. Is he happy with her? Without her? Will they
- marry? One wonders whether, as a suitor, he will ever top an
- early gambit, when he invited her to a park to share a
- bacon-lettuce-and-tomato sandwich, then showed up with the
- ingredients and a portable microwave oven.
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- Bass can laugh at himself. His linking of oil with eons-old
- oceans may be the stuff of poetry, but how about oil and Coke?
- The author, preoccupied with the earth's dwindling oil reserves,
- was aghast to learn four years ago that his personal fuel was
- also in peril. When the Coca-Cola Co. announced a new formula
- for Coke, he began buying up crates of the old stuff. "The world
- is so thirsty for oil, uses so, so much. We are down to the last
- thousand Cokes," he mourned. Of course, Coke got a reprieve.
- That seems unlikely in the case of oil, but if vast new fields
- are discovered, Bass and his notebook will probably be there.
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