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- Nov. 01, 1993: The Arts & Media:Books
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Nov. 01, 1993 Howard Stern & Rush Limbaugh
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 95
- BOOKS
- A Mushmeister Returns
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- <body>
- <p>With a movie in the works and his own album in the stores, Robert
- James Waller is back with more boohoo literature
- </p>
- <p>By JOHN SKOW
- </p>
- <p> If, a year or so ago, you were a gazelle-like, middle-aged,
- free-lance magazine journalist with corded forearms and an old
- pickup truck--and quite a few of us and our trucks fit that
- description--you had to wish that Robert James Waller had
- taken up a different hobby, ham radio or UFOs maybe, instead
- of writing itty-bitty novels. Because after The Bridges of Madison
- County hit the best-seller lists, with its weepy tale of 52-year-old
- photographer Robert Kincaid and fortyish Iowa farm wife Francesca
- Johnson meeting and spending four days in forbidden aerobics,
- then 25 years in noble renunciation, all privacy was gone. Lush-hipped,
- high-mileage beauties with roses in their teeth and not too
- much cellulite stared at you moist-eyed from behind self-service
- gas pumps and supermarket Chardonnay displays. You wondered
- if you should quickly do some push-ups in the men's room so
- those cords in your forearms would stand out better. These weathered,
- yearning women were so vulnerable, so trembling with hope...
- "Listen, Buster," a close relative said during this difficult
- period, "nobody's staring at you, and when you suck in your
- gut like that, your eyes bug out." Not everyone understands
- sentiment. And as Waller wrote, "Where great passion leaves
- off and mawkishness begins, I'm not sure." He's still not sure,
- but he's headed there, leading a wagon train of believers. As
- of last week, Bridges had sold 4.1 million copies and had stayed
- on the best-seller lists for 63 weeks, 33 of those in first
- place. That's a lot of hankies. Steven Spielberg has bought
- movie rights, and Robert Redford is, as they say, being spoken
- of to play Kincaid.
- </p>
- <p> And maybe Meryl Streep for Francesca, though the female lead
- doesn't really matter that much, since most of the powerful
- sighing in the story is done by Kincaid. But who will play Rationality,
- Kincaid's conscience? One vote here for Jack Nicholson, who
- wouldn't have any trouble with the pivotal scene in which "Rationality
- shrieked at him, `Let it go, Kincaid, get back on the road.
- Shoot the bridges, go to India. Stop in Bangkok on the way and
- look up the silk merchant's daughter who knows every ecstatic
- secret the old ways can teach. Swim naked with her at dawn in
- jungle pools and listen to her scream as you turn her inside
- out at twilight. Let go of this'--the voice was hissing now--`it's outrunning you.' But the slow street tango had begun."
- </p>
- <p> It sure had. Waller, who's 54 and on sabbatical from his day
- job as a professor of management at Northern Iowa State University,
- just happened to tell somebody at Warner Books that, yeah, he
- had been a semipro, Saturday-night-at-the-Holiday-Inn sort of
- guitarist and singer since college. And, yeah, he had written
- a song about Kincaid and Francesca called The Madison County
- Waltz.
- </p>
- <p> Publishers indulge the whims of authors who sell hard-cover
- books in the millions, and it wasn't a lot of trouble to get
- Atlantic Records to hire some studio musicians and produce a
- CD. Nothing in it will worry Garth Brooks or Willie Nelson,
- but Waller's thin voice isn't disgraceful. It is just ordinary
- and needs some shower-room tile to bulk it up. Somebody is kidding
- somebody else here: Does Waller realize that the CD is mediocre?
- If so, does he suppose his fans won't care? Is he simply--and at any cost, even ridicule--a humorless self-advertiser?
- </p>
- <p> An ugly thought. But Waller seems to think he resembles his
- hero, and it's a point he makes repeatedly. "Intellectually
- and emotionally, and in terms of outlook, I'm 100% Robert Kincaid,"
- he says in the CD notes. His new weensy novel, Slow Waltz in
- Cedar Bend (Warner; 197 pages; $16.95), offers another leathery,
- middle-aged wearer of faded jeans, Michael Tillman, who used
- to be a high school basketball hero, as Waller was, and, like
- the author, is now a professor of management at a small Iowa
- college. Tillman is effortlessly brilliant, a campus rebel and
- a flaming romantic. He meets Jellie Braden, the gorgeous wife
- of an undeserving fool. Waller writes, "But Michael Tillman
- wanted her. Wanted her more than his next breath, wanted her
- enough to travel the world looking for her." They rendezvous;
- they make love (atop Tillman's motorcycle, or so Waller insists);
- she flees to India; he follows...
- This is boohoo literature, standard bodice-ripper mush, and
- the only interesting question in such cases is, How much is
- cynical calculation and how much does the author believe? The
- guess here is that at least some belief is required, or successful
- trash would be easier to manufacture. At any rate, Waller may
- have made a mistake in Waltz. The brilliant touch in Bridges
- was that the lovers parted. In the new tale they end up together,
- and one will surely turn out to squeeze the toothpaste from
- the top.
- </p>
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