home *** CD-ROM | disk | FTP | other *** search
- <text id=91TT0763>
- <title>
- Apr. 08, 1991: Circus Boy
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
- Apr. 08, 1991 The Simple Life
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- BOOKS, Page 77
- Circus Boy
- </hdr><body>
- <qt>
- <l>A MODEL WORLD AND OTHER STORIES</l>
- <l>By Michael Chabon</l>
- <l>Morrow; 207 pages; $18.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> There was an appealing, puppy-dog quality to Michael
- Chabon's very youthful first novel, The Mysteries of Pittsburgh;
- and in this likable second book of fiction, the strongest
- impression is still of a healthy new talent clowning around and
- delighting itself. The stories for the most part are unserious
- to the point of being silly. In the title piece a grad student
- cheerfully and successfully plagiarizes an old doctoral
- dissertation about climatology in Antarctica. That has little
- to do with a strange dinner party that is suffused with
- adulterous currents leading nowhere, and that at any rate seems
- to have no bearing on the narrator's decision to abandon
- particle physics and become a playwright.
- </p>
- <p> The story is a random walk--no cause, no effect and no
- harm done--with the author's mischievous grin taking the
- curse off a detectable undertone of "Ain't I cute!" Getting non
- sequiturs to tail up like circus elephants doesn't always work,
- even if the paragraphs are amusing. In a sketch called
- Blumenthal on the Air, an American disk jockey for some reason
- is based in Paris and unaccountably burdened with a surly
- Iranian wife. He broods murkily without enlightenment, and so
- does the reader.
- </p>
- <p> A sheaf of related stories called The Lost World (boyhood
- is what has been lost) gives a nicely measured picture of a
- kindly, weighty father and a narrator-son who has not yet
- achieved gravitas. But the entirely adult stunner of an
- otherwise boyish book is a superb story called Smoke, about a
- failing baseball pitcher who attends the funeral of a teammate.
- We don't learn why the teammate died, or why the pitcher has
- lost his stuff, his smoke. All that matters is the single word
- with which the pitcher answers two terrible questions. The first
- is asked by the teammate's small son, who looks at the casket
- and says, "Is my daddy in there?" The second is the query of a
- friendly sportswriter who asks whether the pitcher realizes he
- may never recapture his skill. "Yes" is the bitter double
- answer. Smoke, indeed, from a fireballing phenom.
- </p>
- <p> By John Skow
- </p>
-
- </body></article>
- </text>
-
-