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- <text id=89TT2735>
- <title>
- Oct. 16, 1989: Bookends
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- Oct. 16, 1989 The Ivory Trail
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- BOOKS, Page 90
- Bookends
- </hdr><body>
- <qt> <l>THE CURRENT CLIMATE</l>
- <l>by Bruce Jay Friedman</l>
- <l>Atlantic Monthly Press; 200 pages; $18.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> At 58, Harry Towns is a successful screenwriter, but not
- lately. His half-written play about the Spanish armada has run
- aground (the problem, he senses, is dramatic confrontation, or
- lack of it; a storm wrecked the Spanish fleet, so Sir Francis
- Drake and the Duke of Parma never set eyes on each other). His
- accountant, sounding increasingly detached, tells him that if
- he doesn't have a payday soon, he will have to sell his house
- in New York and move -- has it really come to this? -- to the
- green tedium of Vermont. He is reduced to pitching an idea for
- a TV series whose main character is a dog. But network biggies
- aren't much interested. Harry's timing is bad, which is to say,
- he is unfashionably old.
- </p>
- <p> Ah, but the stability-impaired wordsmith we met 15 years
- ago in author Friedman's earlier novel About Harry Towns is
- still frisky, still foolish. Still capable, in fact, of
- careering into a writers' bar in lower Manhattan wearing,
- because of a recent mugging, only a sheet, and this early in a
- long evening. Friedman is funny and reliably irrelevant.
- Writing, he seems to be saying, is less dignified than the
- mail-order truss business, which is a truth on which to hang
- your hat.
- </p>
- <qt> <l>KEEP THE CHANGE</l>
- <l>by Thomas McGuane</l>
- <l>Houghton Mifflin/Seymour Lawrence; 230 pages; $18.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> Thomas McGuane has lost his way since the days of The
- Bushwhacked Piano and does not find it in his new novel, whose
- aimlessness raises thoughts of old ranch buildings fallen to
- ruin. His hero, Joe Starling, is a brilliant painter who no
- longer paints (hello there, Papa H.). Becalmed, then stirred by
- the faintest of internal winds, he returns from the staleness
- of the East Coast to Montana, where he has inherited a cattle
- spread. Here the author novelizes industriously, with small
- effect. Events occur; characters are brought to life, then
- enter, speak and exit; but Joe remains a not very interesting
- puzzle to himself and the reader. Only Montana itself is
- luminous, and for a few paragraphs here and there McGuane is
- still a marvelous writer: "The huge cottonwoods along the river
- had turned purest yellow, and since no wind had come up to
- disturb the dying leaves, the great trees stood in chandelier
- brilliance along the watercourses that veined the hills. Joe had
- to stop the truck to try to take in all this light."
- </p>
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