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- <title>
- June 28, 1993: Reviews:Books
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Jun. 28, 1993 Fatherhood
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 72
- BOOKS
- Scar Tissue
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>By JOHN SKOW
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>TITLE: The Pugilist At Rest</l>
- <l>AUTHOR: Thom Jones</l>
- <l>PUBLISHER: Little, Brown; 230 Pages; $18.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Tough guys stare back at their violent lives
- in these first-rate stories.
- </p>
- <p> The first appearance of a very good writer, especially the sort
- of writer who breaks off jagged pieces of his own life and holds
- them up as fiction, is a tense, edgy pleasure for the reader.
- How fragile is the fine new talent? How broad and solid? How
- many fragments remain to be broken off and displayed, and after
- that, what will be left?
- </p>
- <p> Thom Jones' first book is a sheaf of extraordinary short stories,
- most of them about scarred, damaged men on the far side of violence.
- The viewpoint doesn't vary much: a straight-on, wondering stare
- back through the wreckage. The narrator of the superb title
- story cripples another Marine in a squabble during training,
- survives three tours of combat in Vietnam, then, overmatched
- in a prizefight and too stubborn to fall down, outpoints his
- opponent but suffers brain damage that leads to worsening epilepsy.
- "What a goddamn fool," he says of himself. He wrestles with
- Schopenhauer and Nietzsche without improving on this assess
- ment. In Rome he has seen the statue of a broken-nosed, middle-aged
- gladiator. The fighter is seated, conserving his strength. "There
- is a slight look of befuddlement on his face," the narrator
- notes, "but there is no trace of fear."
- </p>
- <p> Still, is courage a virtue, or is it simply testosterone poisoning?
- Is remorse, which the narrator now feels, merely the result
- of bad health? Is God just a neurochemical event, part of the
- tantalizing aura that precedes an epileptic attack? A shrug
- is implied here. The narrator faces a chancy brain operation.
- "I hope I get to keep my dogs somehow," he frets. "Maybe stay
- at my sister's place. If they send me to the nuthouse I lose
- the dogs for sure."
- </p>
- <p> The voice heard here, and in related stories about boxing and
- war, is so strong and clear that it is hard to imagine the author
- finding another as effective. A couple of successful experiments
- don't entirely settle the matter. One sketches a stud who, though
- he senses dimly that he may be missing something, resolutely
- avoids emotional entanglements with women. The other takes the
- familiar testosterone ride, but from the point of view of a
- woman who has as a lover a deep-sea diver and then, when he
- dies, a fighter pilot. A few more open windows are needed to
- widen the author's world in stories and novels to come. The
- case of John Irving, droning on about wrestling in book after
- book, comes drearily to mind, and the hope here is that Jones,
- a former Marine who was an amateur boxer, has said all, or nearly
- all, he has to say about getting punched in the nose. But for
- the range of this brief collection, the author's focus on tough,
- self-wounded guys works fine.
- </p>
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- </body>
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