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- <text id=94TT0950>
- <title>
- Jul. 18, 1994: Books:Scorn Syrup
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Jul. 18, 1994 Attention Deficit Disorder
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/BOOKS, Page 57
- Scorn Syrup
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p> A novel with a custard pie for every face that shows itself
- </p>
- <p>By John Skow
- </p>
- <p> Richard Dooling is impartially derisive in his caustic second
- novel, White Man's Grave (Farrar, Straus & Giroux; 386 pages;
- $22). He chucks a custard pie at every face that shows itself.
- There's Randall Killigan, an Indianapolis attorney who glories
- in the dismemberment allowed by bankruptcy law: the wrenching
- of great financial chunks from the carcasses of not-quite-dead
- companies. And there's young Boone Westfall, newly employed
- to reject legitimate claims at his father's sleazy insurance
- company. "Why do you think they call it work?" Dad asks, when
- Boone objects that cheating widows and orphans is tedious.
- </p>
- <p> But Dooling is only warming up. It seems that Killigan's son
- Michael, Boone's idealistic friend, has gone missing while on
- Peace Corps duty in Sierra Leone. The scene shifts to the African
- outback, and the reader worries for a chapter or two that Dooling
- intends to serve up the traditional wise and mysterious natives
- of white-man-in-Africa fiction who look on gravely as the palefaces
- disintegrate.
- </p>
- <p> Nope. The whites do fall apart, but the black politicians, thugs
- and businessmen they encounter are just as inventively corrupt
- as any alderman back in Indiana. At one point a wily middleman
- recommends that Boone employ a seer. Are his visions guaranteed
- to be accurate? Errors do occur, it is admitted. "What if a
- devil or a witch or an angry ancestor interferes with the divination
- process for its own purposes, maybe to mislead the client with
- a false message?" What if, indeed? The author's fizz of comic
- energy is as wild and scornful as Richard Condon's, back when
- Condon was young and frisky. And as was true with such daft
- Condon fables as Some Angry Angel, Dooling's story has no detectable
- point or purpose, except to marvel at the rich variety of human
- wickedness.
- </p>
- </body>
- </article>
- </text>
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