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- <title>
- May 20, 1991: A Rousing Tale For A Long March
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
- May 20, 1991 Five Who Could Be Vice President
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- BOOKS, Page 60
- A Rousing Tale for a Long March
- </hdr><body>
- <p>By JOHN SKOW
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>A SOLDIER OF THE GREAT WAR</l>
- <l>By Mark Helprin</l>
- <l>Harcourt Brace Jovanovich; 792 pages; $24.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> There has never been any question about Mark Helprin's
- talent, and since his first books of fiction, A Dove of the East
- and Refiner's Fire, he has seemed on the point of accomplishing
- marvels. He has also seemed--notably in Winter's Tale, an
- overblown fantasy starring an annoying magical horse--to be a
- posturer incapable of modulating eloquence or intensity, a too
- appreciative taster of his own words, a gifted windbag.
- </p>
- <p> Helprin's big, rumbustious new novel is about four-fifths
- of a marvel. Helprin has simplified his language, though he
- still works up a good head of rhetorical steam, and he has
- moderated his enthusiasm for phantasmagoric set pieces. He has
- also picked themes--war and loss, youth and age--that suit
- a large, elaborate style. His hero is a 74-year-old Italian,
- Alessandro Giuliani, during World War I a soldier who fought the
- Austrians and, in 1964, the novel's present time, a professor
- of aesthetics. Alessandro meets Nicolo, a 17-year-old illiterate
- factory apprentice, when they both miss a weekend bus from Rome
- to the hill towns. On a whim, they decide to walk the 70 km or
- so to their destinations. On the way, Alessandro tells his
- story.
- </p>
- <p> As this traditional literary format takes shape--pilgrims, a long walk, a tale to while away the distance--the
- elderly Alessandro rattles on owlishly. "Tell me," he says,
- "what kind of feet do you have?" Nicolo is confused. "I have
- human feet, Signore." Alessandro lectures: "Of course, but two
- kinds of feet exist...Feet of despair are too tender, and
- can't fight back...On the other hand, if I may, are the feet
- of invincibility."
- </p>
- <p> Just as the reader, with more than 700 pages still to
- march, begins to worry about blisters, the youthful Alessandro
- takes over the narrative. Here, for a very large chunk of the
- novel's center, Helprin writes with riotous energy and sustained
- brilliance about boyhood, youth and war. There is a strange,
- dreamlike adventure in the Alps, when Alessandro at age nine or
- 10 is caught up in a mountain rescue, then in a preadolescent
- erotic tangle with an Austrian princess. Later there is a
- splendid silliness in which he taunts a couple of mounted
- carabinieri while riding his horse, and outraces them in a mad
- gallop across half of Rome. He joins the navy and finds himself
- shooting at a much larger Austrian force across the barrier of
- a river that is, alas, drying up. Friends die. He is swept up
- in a mutinous retreat, caught, imprisoned, condemned, then
- released on the whim of a mad dwarf in the war ministry, whose
- function is to make sure that military orders are garbled and
- meaningless. Then he is thrown back into the line, wounded, and
- swept up again, this time in a love affair with a nurse.
- </p>
- <p> Alessandro is no allegorical puppet, like Candide; his
- character darkens and hardens as the fighting grinds on. The
- author's view of war is grim enough to be quite modern. But his
- evocation of love is thoroughly romantic, and so, in the
- balanced flourishes of the ending chapters, is his novel. Fair
- enough; as usual, Helprin lights his own way, in his own
- singular direction.
- </p>
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