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- <title>
- June 08, 1992: Reviews:Books
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
- June 08, 1992 The Balkans
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 89
- BOOKS
- An American Tragedy
- </hdr><body>
- <p>By JOHN SKOW
- </p>
- <p> TITLE: Clockers
- AUTHOR: Richard Price
- PUBLISHER: Houghton Mifflin; 599 pages; $22.95
- </p>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: A remarkable novel sketches broken lives
- in a drug zone.
- </p>
- <p> You could call Clockers a detective story. There's a
- detective and there are bad guys, some of them detectives too,
- some not. There is also a crime that needs solving, which is a
- slight oddity in "Dempsy," a shabby, 24-hour-a-day nightworld
- located between Newark and Jersey City. Dempsy's crimes, mostly
- involving drugs, accumulate in the streets like garbage, but
- usually they don't require solving, just hosing away. There's
- nothing mysterious about what's going on.
- </p>
- <p> But detective stories are escape fantasies. Clockers, one
- of the toughest and grittiest novels of the past few years, is
- no-exit reality. Richard Price, a film scriptwriter whose much
- praised first novel was The Wanderers, hung out with drug cops
- and drug dealers for two years, he says, listening to the talk
- and watching the action. A white, middle-class reader, from a
- neighborhood where people don't duck when they see a police car,
- has no business saying whether Price has got things right. But
- the book sounds right; it rings true. Cheap wine, the kind you
- drink on the front steps, is "stoop booze." That's information
- worth hanging out to hear. The plainclothes-police raiders who
- roust the drug dealers two or three times a night are "the
- Fury," from Plymouth Fury, the beat-up patrol car they drive.
- "Dicky check" -- genital search for drugs, done in the open and
- intended to humiliate -- is what the Fury imposes on the
- "clockers," the young black crack sellers who retail $10 bottles
- of crystallized cocaine at the edge of the Roosevelt projects.
- Why clockers? Don't explain too much; this isn't a National
- Geographic special; the author leaves the title's derivation
- hanging.
- </p>
- <p> Ronald Dunham -- street name Strike -- is their foreman.
- Or scoutmaster, or baby-sitter; one of his clockers, Horace,
- 13, spends his time leafing wistfully through a catalog of
- kids' toys. Strike is only 19 himself, a scrawny fellow with a
- stutter and a bleeding ulcer that he treats with vanilla
- Yoo-Hoo. But he's smart; smart enough to know not to wear gold,
- not to trust anyone, not to get greedy and not to do product,
- because cocaine messes you up. He has $21,000 in cash stored
- around town, and he tells himself that this is his leaving-town
- fund.
- </p>
- <p> Strike isn't going anywhere, however, unless down the
- drain is somewhere. He is sick with worry when Rodney, the fluky
- street lord who is his drug wholesaler, tells him that Darryl,
- another of his lieutenants, is cheating and must be killed --
- "got to be got.'' Rodney seems to be saying Strike should do the
- job, and Strike is no shooter. Then Strike hears that Darryl
- has been shot and that Strike's brother Victor, a
- straight-arrow who works two jobs and has never had a parking
- ticket, has confessed. Rocco Klein, a white detective who's more
- honest than most, decides that Victor's confession is phony and
- that Strike, whom we know to be innocent, did the killing.
- </p>
- <p> In a conventional cop opera, the puzzle -- Does Victor
- think he is protecting Strike, or did he somehow really shoot
- Darryl? -- would be the focus, and the detective would sort it
- out. Here, despite Rocco's efforts, nothing becomes clear, and
- Dempsy's new accumulations of ref use obscure last week's
- stains. Instead of a solution, Price leaves us with a sheaf of
- memorable sketches: Dempsy's citizens, peering at the streets
- from behind the broken panes of their lives. This is a superb
- reportorial novel, a fine job of writing and witnessing.
- </p>
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