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BOOKS, Page 84Shenanigans
LEADER OF THE BAND
by Fay Weldon
Viking; 196 pages; $18.95
Sandra Sorenson, 42, is an astronomer who is quasi famous for
having discovered a new planet in the solar system. She appears
once a month on late-night British TV to discuss the universe, and
has been dubbed "Starlady Sandra" by the tabloids. But recognition
does not satisfy her, and neither does her husband Matthew, an
ambitious lawyer and tepid bedmate ("What's good enough for
missionaries is good enough for me"). So Sandra does what any woman
in her fix would do: she runs off with Jack Stubbs, the trumpet
player in a ragtag band called the Citronella Jumpers.
This premise of Leader of the Band suggests why Fay Weldon,
55, remains an engaging outsider among the generous circle of
contemporary feminist writers. Her twelve previous novels feature
a number of heroines unsettlingly prone to confirming male
stereotypes about the opposite sex. These females gossip, backbite,
succumb regularly to the rhythmic fluctuations of their
metabolisms. Having achieved some measure of independence or
success, they are likely to throw everything over for some handsome
rotter or an insincere promise of love and security. Starlady
Sandra knows that her new passion will demand the suppression of
her lively intelligence: "If only I can hold my tongue I might yet
be the one he keeps in his bed, for ever. Craven, yes indeed, but
there it is. My female lost to his male."
Yet Sandra, like most of Weldon's women, manages to wrest
victory out of surrender. For one thing, she tells the story of her
flight from boring respectability to middle-aged hedonism with
bawdy, invigorating wit; silence may be her best defense in the
presence of her new lover, but she is irrepressibly outspoken when
she sets pen to paper. "Look, I'm really something, me," she tells
herself. "And also I am nothing," she continues, in a
characteristic about-face. "I am the debris of the world, product
of a series of unconsidered and unnatural matings, between the
proud, the mad and the murderous."
By this she means the peculiar twain of her parentage. Her
father had been a Nazi officer, labeled the "Mad Sadist of Bleritz"
for his genetic experiments in a concentration camp and executed
after being tried at Nuremberg. One of his victims was the
half-gypsy girl who became Sandra's mother. She was, the daughter
notes ironically, "really lucky, and was all of 15 when I was born,
at the very end of the war." Sandra, of course, never knew her
father, and the mother who raised her was demonstratively sinking
into madness. Given the bizarre facts of her conception, the
heroine has created for herself a special identity: "I am an
ordinary person, but carried to extremes." And her mission in life
is clear, at least to her: "I make myself deaf to the pleas of the
unborn. As many as my father brought into existence, I will keep
out of it."
The introduction of eugenics into what was supposed to be a
story of Sandra and Jack's illicit sexual shenanigans may seem
jarring. That is Weldon's intention. Once again she has written a
memorable novel about a woman who tries to be a flibbertigibbet and
falls short -- collapses, in fact, between the demands of spirit
and flesh into the gloriously common muddle in between.