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- <text id=89TT0403>
- <title>
- Feb. 06, 1989: Time Arrested
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- Feb. 06, 1989 Armed America
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- BOOKS, Page 70
- Time Arrested
- </hdr><body>
- <p>By Stefan Kanfer
- </p>
- <qt> <l>CAT'S EYE</l>
- <l>by Margaret Atwood</l>
- <l>Doubleday; 446 pages; $18.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> The shopper, a woman nearing 50, pauses before a cosmetics
- counter. "I'd use anything if it worked," she reflects. "Slug
- juice, toad spit, eye of newt, anything at all to mummify
- myself, stop the drip-drip of time, stay more or less the way
- I am."
- </p>
- <p> And then Elaine Risley moves on. She is poignantly aware
- that all the rejuvenating creams and unguents in the world are
- useless against the abrasions of time. Only two devices have
- ever been known to arrest the years: memory and art. She puts
- both to use in this quirky, brilliant evocation of a childhood
- seen from the middle of the journey.
- </p>
- <p> For almost a decade, Margaret Atwood's fellow Canadians
- have dubbed her the "high priestess of angst." If the title is
- not exactly flattering, it is not entirely unfair. Most of her
- previous two dozen volumes of poems and fiction were freighted
- with allegorical misery: The Edible Woman feels herself
- cannibalized by family and friends; the paleontologist of Life
- Before Man views the people around her as potential fossils; in
- The Handmaid's Tale, a future America goes to hell when it is
- taken over by religious fundamentalists. But in Cat's Eye,
- Atwood jettisons her old techniques in favor of recognizable
- landscapes and more plausible griefs.
- </p>
- <p> Elaine is a painter based in British Columbia, "as far away
- from Toronto as I could get without drowning." Only a
- retrospective of her works lures her back. But the praise of
- young feminists seems ignorant or condescending, and the town's
- gleaming new facades have an even worse effect. "Underneath the
- flourish and ostentation," she decides, "is the old city . . .
- malicious, grudging, vindictive, implacable. In my dreams of
- this city I am always lost."
- </p>
- <p> This sense of loss appears and reappears in a series of
- densely detailed flashbacks. It begins when her father, a field
- naturalist, abandons the lyrical Canadian woods for a university
- job. She and her brother exchange a "rootless life of
- impermanence and safety" for the urban wilderness of conformity
- and cliques. The boy, a prodigy, retreats into a private world
- of abstruse science and physics. Elaine seeks acceptance by her
- peers, a gaggle of victimizing girls led by a meanspirited brat
- named Cordelia. Atwood understands that no subsequent
- humiliations can ever cut so deep as those of youth. The
- cruelties done to the narrator become sources of a melancholia
- that affects the rest of her days.
- </p>
- <p> Atwood is 49, her father was an entomologist, and she spent
- her early years in the Canadian woods before moving to Toronto.
- It would be easy to view this novel as one more thinly
- fictionalized autobiography. But Cat's Eye is no mere tracing
- of events. It is concerned, not to say obsessed, with the
- accurate representation of youthful feelings.
- </p>
- <p> Like her brother, Elaine finds sustenance in a rich inner
- life. But his is charged with a scientist's theorems; hers is
- transfigured by a painter's sensibilities. At dinner she
- thinks, "I'm eating . . . the wing of a tame turkey, the
- stupidest bird in the world, so stupid it can't even fly any
- more. I am eating lost flight." Snow falls onto skin "like cold
- moths; the air fills with feathers." On a phonograph record,
- Frank Sinatra turns into "a disembodied voice, sliding around
- on the tune like someone slipping on a muddy sidewalk. He
- slithers up to a note, hits it, flails, recovers, oozes in the
- direction of another note." In conversations with boyfriends,
- "the important parts exist in the silences between the words.
- I know what we're both looking for, which is escape. They want
- to escape from adults and other boys, I want to escape from
- adults and other girls. We're looking for desert islands,
- momentary, unreal, but there." Fallen women seem "women who had
- fallen onto men and hurt themselves."
- </p>
- <p> Elaine's emotional life is effectively over at puberty.
- Subsequent portraits of the artist show her as a naive and
- unwise lover of her drawing instructor; as a divorcee whose
- marriage broke up dispassionately, out of an insuperable
- numbness; and finally, as a wife and mother attempting to shield
- her daughters from the headlines screaming of violence and sex.
- Only in the role of a mother can she confess, "I am capable of
- being shocked; as I never was when I was not one." Even so, it
- is the 1950s and not the 1980s that inform her responses. Mature
- affairs are nowhere near so memorable as the early speculations
- about sex. And Elaine's family members, from her doomed brother
- to her devoted husband, seem mere walk-ons compared with
- Elaine's nemesis Cordelia in her roles as the tyrannous child
- and as a grownup who eventually recedes into insanity.
- </p>
- <p> But these shortcomings never diminish the acuity of the
- searching Cat's Eye. "No one ever keeps a secret so well as a
- child," wrote Victor Hugo. Atwood's achievement is the decoding
- of childhood's secrets, and the creation of a flawed and
- haunting work of art.
- </p>
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- </body></article>
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