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- <text id=91TT0574>
- <title>
- Mar. 18, 1991: Sleeping Pill!
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
- Mar. 18, 1991 A Moment To Savor
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- BOOKS, Page 83
- Sleeping Pill!
- </hdr><body>
- <qt>
- <l>CURTAIN</l>
- <l>by Michael Korda</l>
- <l>Summit; 378 pages; $19.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> This oddly lifeless gossip novel by Michael Korda, a
- publishing exec whose works include the yuppie missals Success!
- and Power!, is the sort called a roman a clef by the French and
- "serving up something for the shopgirls" by the English. There
- is a patronizing quality to the central notion, which is that
- the reader is a lowbrow who will have naughty fun--"coo, oi
- didn't know that about 'er"--guessing which real-life
- celebrities are behaving scandalously behind aliases and
- sketchy disguises.
- </p>
- <p> Celebrity detection is not difficult here. Felicia Lisle,
- a beautiful British actress who wins an Oscar just before World
- War II playing a Southern belle in Hollywood's grandest period
- extravaganza, sounds a lot like Vivien Leigh. And her lover and
- frequent co-star, the great Shakespearean actor Sir Robert
- Vane, would need no letter of introduction to Laurence Olivier.
- Do we recognize bits of the brassy showman Billy Rose? Is that
- lovable, tormented, red-haired American comedian a scrap of
- Danny Kaye? Yoo-hoo, Sir Ralph, do we see you?
- </p>
- <p> Of course all novels are gossip novels, and most are
- rip-offs, generally of the author's friends and relatives. But
- the ethics of pilferage becomes woozy when too recognizable
- caricatures of dead grandees wallow in unlikely misbehavior.
- Ethical questions waft away, though, when the theft works. Then
- the stolen characters come to life; for instance, the dead King
- whom Shakespeare slurred as a bottled spider struts in his play
- as Richard III.
- </p>
- <p> So, yes, both good art and bad art are as sleazy as life
- itself, and never mind morality. The difference, irritatingly
- circular, is that good art is good. Korda's shabby novel is a
- snooze, perhaps because, having purloined his characters, he
- never felt they were really his to order around. The story does
- not wake up fully even when Felicia, as Desdemona, runs wildly
- from the theater because she objects to being strangled. The
- gossip supplied is that Felicia was a victim of incest, Vane
- a man of pallid sexuality and, oh dear, some great British
- Shakespeareans were homosexuals. A wholly unbelievable murder
- clears the stage for a mushy, mope-happily-ever-after ending.
- Tomorrow is another book.
- </p>
- <p>By John Skow.
- </p>
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- </body></article>
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