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- <text id=90TT2332>
- <title>
- Sep. 03, 1990: And So It Went
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
- Sep. 03, 1990 Are We Ready For This?
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- BOOKS, Page 73
- And So It Went
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>By John Skow
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>HOCUS POCUS</l>
- <l>by Kurt Vonnegut</l>
- <l>Putnam; 302 pages; $21.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> The knock against Kurt Vonnegut, back a couple of decades
- ago when he was a cult author, was that he pandered too glibly
- to the natural cynicism of the disaffected young. He was too
- quick, it was said, to detect the smell of society's insulation
- burning--and to sigh "So it goes"--when there was nothing
- more in the air than, say, a harmless whiff from a distant war
- or the neighborhood toxic-waste dump. No more; his news in
- Hocus Pocus is that our charred insulation no longer smolders.
- It has burned itself out, and civilization's great, tired
- machine is not dying, but blackened and dead.
- </p>
- <p> The form of the new novel is the author's standby, the diary
- of a bemused old man who has survived civilization's downfall.
- Perhaps because of this resemblance to his other books, or
- simply because the freight of anger and disgust is so heavy it
- upsets the novel's balance, the element of Hocus Pocus that is
- storytelling seems perfunctory. Eugene Debs Hartke is the
- diarist, a gung-ho U.S. Army officer during the Vietnam War;
- then a professor of science at Tarkington, a college for
- dyslectics in New York State; then briefly the warden of a
- prison for blacks into which the college is transformed; and
- finally, in the year 2001, the scapegoat defendant after a
- prison breakout.
- </p>
- <p> Hartke describes fuel and food shortages, and a state of
- permanent riot amounting to a national decline so profound that
- even the Japanese in their business suits--the "army of
- occupation"--are walking away from properties in the U.S. and
- going home. "The National Forest," he complains, "is now being
- logged by Mexican laborers using Japanese tools, under the
- direction of Swedes. The proceeds are expected to pay half of
- day-before-yesterday's interest on the National Debt." In this
- dark mood, Hartke admires a science fiction story in which the
- revered Kilgore Trout (we assume, though the finest of pulp
- writers for some reason is not identified), in a journal called
- Black Garterbelt, explains the meaning of life. Germs, it
- seems, are being toughened by higher beings for the rigors of
- space travel; and human society--Mozart, mutant turtles and
- all--has amounted to nothing more than a convenient Petri
- plate.
- </p>
- <p> Fair enough, but Hartke is not a vivid enough central figure
- so that his dismay illuminates the wreckage. Too much about him
- seems random, taken without calculation from the parts bin.
- Why, for instance, has the author named him after Eugene V.
- Debs, the great U.S. socialist? Merely, or so it appears,
- because Vonnegut likes the contrast of Debs' nobility ("While
- there is a lower class I am in it...while there is a soul
- in prison I am not free") with the grubby hopelessness of
- Hartke's world. And what about that college for dyslectics? Is
- dyslexia a sign of national decay? Has the author turned
- symbol monger? If not, what's the point?
- </p>
- <p> The body of Kurt Vonnegut's writing contains some of the
- most uncomfortably funny social satire in English. What is
- offered here is something else, a try at prophecy in the
- darkest and gloomiest biblical sense. As prophecy it is major
- or minor, right or wrong, the reader's choice. As literature
- it is minor Vonnegut.
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
- </text>
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