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- Sep. 06, 1993: Reviews:Books
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Sep. 06, 1993 Boom Time In The Rockies
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 69
- BOOKS
- The Grouch From Hull
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>By CHRISTOPHER PORTERFIELD
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>TITLE: Philip Larkin: A Writer's Life</l>
- <l>AUTHOR: Andrew Motion</l>
- <l>PUBLISHER: Farrar Straus Giroux; 570 Pages; $35</l>
- </qt>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: The biography of England's unofficial laureate
- of gloom makes surprisingly lively reading.
- </p>
- <p> In 1974 two leading British poets appeared together on a platform
- at Hull University. One was Ted Hughes, the widower of Sylvia
- Plath: intense, leather-jacketed, trailing a romantic aura.
- The other was Philip Larkin, an overweight, bald, bespectacled
- and partly deaf figure in a dark suit who later described himself
- as providing the "sophisticated, insincere, effete, and gold-watch-chained
- alternative."
- </p>
- <p> Larkin made a life's work of offering the unfashionable alternative--joking about it but meaning it too. His verse, unlike Hughes',
- was resolutely un-modernist; he clung to the notion that poems
- should be clearly written in everyday language and should avoid
- posturing and pretension at all costs--though, in his hands,
- that left plenty of room for craft and eloquence. He steered
- clear of London and the literary life, spending his career as
- a librarian in provincial cities. Formidably shy, he never married,
- remaining deeply attached to a burdensome mother until her death
- at 91, when he was 55. He was a drinker and a jazz buff, but
- he habitually cloaked himself in a grave manner (when he turned
- 60, Alan Bennett asked, "but when was he anything else?").
- </p>
- <p> Drab as this existence may sound, it was the essence of Larkin's
- poetic impulse. The calculated isolation, the lack of commitment
- were what enabled him to write what little he did (four volumes
- in 40 years), just as the fate of the mockingly ironic outsider
- was his persistent subject. As he put it, "Deprivation is for
- me what daffodils were for Wordsworth." Characteristically,
- he declined the post of poet laureate, but by the time he died
- of cancer at 63 in 1985, he had become a sort of grumpy unofficial
- laureate of all that was middling, thwarted and humorously stoic
- in the contemporary psyche.
- </p>
- <p> Andrew Motion, a fellow poet and younger colleague of Larkin's
- at Hull, gets close to his subject, but not too close, in this
- finely nuanced book. The biographer is as shrewd and sympathetic
- in sorting out Larkin's surprisingly energetic sex life as in
- parsing his poems. Larkin's longest attachment (38 years) was
- with Monica Jones, a lecturer at Leicester University. About
- halfway through this affair he took up with Maeve Brennan, a
- library staff member at Hull, and a few years later he added
- his secretary, Betty Mackereth. The point was to play one woman
- off against another, sometimes callously, to keep them all at
- a certain distance.
- </p>
- <p> Motion maintains a non-p.c. perspective about the crotchets
- that caused such an outcry when this biography, along with Larkin's
- collected letters, was published in England last year: the private
- man's coarseness, his penchant for pornography, his blasts against
- women and "niggers." Much of this, Motion makes clear, was boisterous
- role-playing, especially in matey letters to friends like Kingsley
- Amis and Robert Conquest.
- </p>
- <p> In his later years Larkin's gift all but dried up. "I used to
- believe," he told Motion, "that I should perfect the work and
- life could f itself." Now, he lamented, "all I've got is a
- f ed up life." But that wasn't all he had; he still had the
- poems, and now we do too. Over and over, Motion reminds us that
- Larkin's memorably plangent way of proclaiming his own futility
- was in fact his triumph over it:
- </p>
- <p> Life is first boredom, then fear.
- </p>
- <p> Whether or not we use it, it goes,
- </p>
- <p> And leaves what something hidden
- </p>
- <p> from us chose,
- </p>
- <p> And age, and then the only end of
- </p>
- <p> age.
- </p>
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