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- <title>
- Feb. 21, 1994: The Arts & Media:Books
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Feb. 21, 1994 The Star-Crossed Olympics
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 70
- Books
- Possessed By The Flesh
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>In a claustrophobic novel, the hero--and the reader--are
- captive to an erotic obsession
- </p>
- <p>By John Skow
- </p>
- <p> Writer Robert Olen Butler comes into this long, claustrophobic
- novel of erotic obsession with a powerful charge of literary
- momentum, including a Pulitzer Prize last year for a fine short
- story collection, A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain. He's
- still on his feet at the end of They Whisper (Holt; 333 pages;
- $22.50), but he's moving slowly, like a man who has just bushwhacked
- through 20 miles of tidal marsh and who needs a hot shower and
- breakfast. Guessing how this valiant effort will be received
- is chancy. Is a reader close enough to the hero's fleshy predicament
- to feel more involved than exasperated? Distant enough to remember
- that in matters of sex, all positions are ridiculous?
- </p>
- <p> Ira Holloway is a man who loves women, adores their quiddities,
- luxuriates ceaselessly in their bodies: toes, earlobes, the
- whole array of earthly delights. When he is paying what would
- appear to be monomaniacal attention to one sweetheart, he is,
- naughty fellow, roistering in memory or anticipation with a
- flotilla of others. This isn't calculated, callous satyrism;
- Ira isn't Don Juan. He's helpless, a captive. (He does seem
- to have a job, but it's in public relations, and doesn't require
- much attention.)
- </p>
- <p> This sounds like bedroom farce, but the hero doesn't see it
- that way. Ira narrates his own ensnarement as he pursues and
- marries a troubled beauty named Fiona, and his tone, between
- episodes of drooling, is one of earnest concern. Rightly so,
- because Fiona counterattacks with Ira's own weapon. She was
- abused as a girl by her father, and her psychological wounds
- require constant, repeated assurance that her husband (who lusts
- for all women) desires her. "Prove it," Fiona demands, often
- at moments when Ira lacks inspiration. She grows excessively
- religious and further benumbs Ira with frenzied, eye-rolling
- prayer. He, of course, resorts to his anthology of remembered
- affairs to get him through the nights.
- </p>
- <p> There should be a good sexual joke here--the tireless besieger
- besieged, sacked and pillaged--but the author won't let matters
- play that way. He allows no distance at all from constant sexual
- striving, less pornography than pathology. Every page of every
- chapter is nose to skin, eyeball to sweaty flesh, told by Ira
- in long, gush-of-consciousness sentences that ooze on for several
- hundred words. Now and then the type switches to italic as the
- tormented Fiona, somewhat less convincingly, rants her anguish.
- </p>
- <p> Whether this is effective is a matter of taste--and endurance.
- Butler's earlier fiction, mostly about Americans in Vietnam
- and Vietnamese in the U.S., is tight and controlled (The Alleys
- of Eden and The Deuce are two of his novels). Here he deals
- obsessively with obsession, and in his frenzy forgets to let
- his readers up for air.
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
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