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- Jan. 24, 1994: The Arts & Media:Books
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Jan. 24, 1994 Ice Follies
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 67
- Books
- Speaking In Tongues
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- <body>
- <p>Nonstop chatter makes light of the law's dark side
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Lacayo
- </p>
- <p> Built as they are almost entirely from dialogue, the novels
- of William Gaddis are like those scenes in a Robert Altman movie
- where everyone talks over everyone else while each tongue is
- tripping on itself. For A Frolic of His Own (Poseidon Press;
- 586 pages; $25), Gaddis practically rebuilds the Tower of Babel
- from the sounds and furies of the late 20th century. Drunken
- soliloquies, air-brained chatter and large, heavy blocks of
- legal gibberish are piled atop one another. One character is
- haunted by the thought that "reality may not exist at all except
- in the words in which it presents itself"--which would mean
- that there's lots of it, and it doesn't always fit together.
- </p>
- <p> The same could be said of this light novel about such weighty
- notions as justice and law. Gaddis' chief litigant is Oscar
- Crease, a self-described "last civilized man" who brings suit
- to prove that his high-minded (and unproduced) stage play was
- stolen by the producers of a big-screen Civil War blood spurter
- that features "the most widely discussed mass rape scene in
- screen history." Crease is also suing his insurance company,
- which isn't paying him for injuries suffered when his stalled
- car suddenly ran over him. His father, a cagey federal judge,
- is hearing the case of an artist who wants to save his public
- sculpture from being dismantled to free a dog trapped underneath.
- Additional court time is provided by Trish, a nattering friend
- of Oscar's long-suffering stepsister and a walking lawsuit.
- </p>
- <p> Piecing all those together is quite a chore for a novel that
- also wants to be a religious allegory, a comedy of bad manners
- and a portrait of the interior life at a time when TV ads clog
- the stream of consciousness like shimmering dead fish. Long
- stretches where the laughs come hard are followed by sudden
- bloomings of comic rhapsody. This wayward frolic is a bit like
- Oscar's car. Sometimes you could swear it was stone dead--until it starts up and runs right over you.
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