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- <text id=93TT0366>
- <title>
- Oct. 11, 1993: Reviews:Books
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Oct. 11, 1993 How Life Began
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 88
- Books
- Alone And On The Run
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>By JOHN SKOW
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>TITLE: To The White Sea</l>
- <l>AUTHOR: JAMES Dickey</l>
- <l>PUBLISHER: Houghton Mifflin; 275 Pages; $22.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: An airman's hopeless, exultant flight from
- civilization is told in a poet's charged language.
- </p>
- <p> There is a strange airlessness to this brooding, mannered tale--part adventure story, part death chant--of a downed U.S.
- airman's run to avoid capture, across the length of World War
- II Japan. The mood is intentional; author James Dickey, whose
- day job is writing and teaching poetry (and who wrote the hugely
- successful novel Deliverance), does not make mistakes with words.
- Quite deliberately, he has created a hero, a tail gunner named
- Muldrow, who by birth and choice has been isolated from human
- society. Muldrow was raised in the Alaskan bush. He got along
- well enough with his father when necessary, but preferred the
- wild prey and predators of the mountains to people, and in truth
- was most at home with no other life on the great, empty snowfields
- and shelved ocean ice.
- </p>
- <p> Dickey takes such a man, no one's friend or enemy, a solitary
- legend with seven gunnery kills to his credit, and isolates
- him still further. Muldrow's bomber is shot down over Tokyo,
- and he parachutes safely into the city's dock area, where he
- hides. He decides to try to reach the frigid, unpopulous island
- of Hokkaido, several hundred miles to the north. There is no
- realistic prospect of getting there, or of surviving if he manages
- it. But when an air raid starts a fire storm, he kills one man
- for clothes and another for shoes, smears soot on his face,
- and starts out.
- </p>
- <p> So author and character are exactly where they want to be: alone,
- on the run, in danger. Dickey's danger is considerable: he chooses
- to tell the story as a first-person meditation by a powerfully
- intuitive man whose nature has made him almost wordless. He
- gives Muldrow a risky interior narrative style that is both
- mystical and deliberately awkward. The peril is that this will
- sound like a winning entry in the Bad Hemingway contest. Sometimes
- it's close, as when Muldrow describes terraced farms in moonlight:
- "I was up on the levels, big levels, the levels of the world,
- like they were in that place. That place, and not any other
- place. They were the levels, there in the moon; they were the
- only levels. That's where I was..." But by brute force of
- talent Dickey makes the reader accept that yes, Muldrow might
- actually think this way. Language is not the book's problem.
- </p>
- <p> What is the problem, and a crippling one, is that it is not
- just Muldrow who has turned his face away from humanity; this
- is a novel carefully planned to exclude all human contact. Dickey
- has his character kill several people on his way north, doing
- it efficiently and without hatred or regret, like a hunter killing
- rabbits. The structure of the novel justifies this, of course;
- these are enemies. And Muldrow is an impressive creation, a
- primitive marvel. But he is incomplete, not fully human. In
- society he would be a sociopath; out of it, for all his interior
- monologue, he is simply a doomed predator. And whether Dickey
- is aware of his hero's limitation is not at all clear.
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
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