home
***
CD-ROM
|
disk
|
FTP
|
other
***
search
/
TIME: Almanac 1990
/
1990 Time Magazine Compact Almanac, The (1991)(Time).iso
/
time
/
091889
/
09188900.070
< prev
next >
Wrap
Text File
|
1990-09-17
|
2KB
|
45 lines
BOOKS, Page 95Old Stones
FIRST LIGHT
by Peter Ackroyd
Grove Weidenfeld; 328 pages; $19.95
On the evidence, Peter Ackroyd does not mind flirting with
failure. He spent much time on a biography of T.S. Eliot, a project
that experts said could not be done given the mass of papers that
are still unpublished and off limits to researchers. Ackroyd's T.S.
Eliot: A Life appeared in 1984 and won critical praise for its
readable, informed narrative. Similarly, his fiction, including The
Last Testament of Oscar Wilde and Chatterton, seems designed to
appeal to the smallest conceivable number of readers, those who
savor imaginative reconstructions of the lives of dead authors.
Against the odds, Ackroyd has gained a sizable following, both in
the U.S. and in his native Britain. And now he has written a novel
about an archaeologist and an astronomer.
That is not the whole story of First Light, of course, but the
conjunction of these two characters -- one digging down into the
earth, the other peering up at the sky -- gives the novel its deep
focus. Mark Clare, leading a team scraping away at a swelling of
the earth in the south of England, thinks he will uncover a
Neolithic burial site some 5,000 years old. Damian Fall, in an
observatory nearby, concentrates on the wave spectrums arriving
each night from a star 68 light-years away. Despite their different
occupations, both men are obsessed with finding and reading
evidence of the past.
The present, however, keeps intruding. Ackroyd sends a
diverting cast of laborers, onlookers and crackpots skittering
across the old stones of the excavation. Also on hand and strewing
wisecracks is a music-hall and TV comedian, now retired, who has
come to the valley in search of a missing chapter of his own
history. And someone -- or something -- does not want the
archaeologists to succeed. The site is plagued by thefts and
accidents. Perhaps, as some of the diggers claim, spectral shapes
are really to be seen roaming about and mucking up the works.
Ackroyd, 39, keeps this contemporary mystery suspenseful
without obscuring the older question: Can the past truly be known?
With all of its here-and-now high jinks, First Light is an eerie,
entertaining hybrid: P.G. Wodehouse grafted onto The Golden Bough.