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one widens the openings for antidemocratic politics. There is, finiilly, one additional, rather extraordinary dimension to The .Time Falling Bodies Take to Light that s new meaning to the phrase oral h story. Thompson seems,well, obsessed with oral sex, and he makes the most ingenious, tortuous explanations for why oral sex is the wondrous thing that itis. If I understand him correctly, he winds up equating cunnilingus and conversation. His argument goes something like this: he begins by connecting the tongue through the spinal column to the penis. There is a symmetry of as above, so below. For the woman this symmetry makes identity of the an female lips of the mouth which can pronounce the magic name of God, andthe female lips of the vulva . . . which can receive the semen of Adam. Language and sexuality distinguish us from the angels (thats what he says) and they come together i n myth and physiology. Higher and lower are fused, areonean?the same, though there is an important sex differknce here as the spinal polarity in women
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is not between the genitals and the, brain, but between theheartandthe womb. By the time Thompson has reached page 22 of his book, onediscovers what is really the burning issue here: a defense of ora1sexuality as the way people in the know do it. The marvelous thing, given Thompsons mythopoeic genealogical account and celebration of the practice, is that aficionados of the oral art, in sating their individual lusts, are simultaneously going down on history. He writes: Y n Kinseys original studies of American sexual behavior in the nineteen fifties, he foundthatin general the working classes did not indulge in oral intercourse, but that the intelligentsia reveled init. The more ,conscious and intellectual the individual, the more the face literally confrontedthe genitals ina mysteriously compelling act that seemed to touch the very foundations of consciousness. Who knows? In a country as sexually driven and beguiled as this one, Thompsons revision of what class consciousness is all about may have a future.
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enough on nice, clean-cut former New York editors who get you elqually absorbed in your body. At the iame time, it turns perfectly innocent and casual pastimes into all-absorbing careers. Put an -irrg on the end ofcertqlin simple words and you can create a new pseudodiscipline of an ordinary human activity. Parenting. Birthing. Running. These are then converted from some1hing one does or is into something one Gan get into. The damage is- not simply to language but to the pressing collective neeas of humankind that these,forms of into-it-ness help one get out of. Most damaging, they totally undermine selfconfidence in ones own abilitjr to cope without expert advice, without the right equipment, .the right credentials, the right clothes, all in thename of increasing it. They create subjects of nice things that dont deserve to besubjects, and thus destroy most of the si!nple virtues they once had. The prime exhibit at hand is John Jeromes The Sweet Spot in Time, -a book about recent discoveries in the biomechanics of sport that links a vast amount of anatomical detai1,about aerobic and anaerobic pathways, about stereogenesis and proprioception, about
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AN OUTSIDE CHANCE: m a y s on Sport. By ThomasMcGuane.Farrar, Straw h Giroux. 243 pp. $10.95. liked Jim Fixx when he was fat. That was long before he became the complete runner and author of what I assume is now the alltime best seller on the subject. In those days Fixx was just a magazine editor in NewYork-a nice, bright, overweight f w trying to figure out what the read McCalls would think w men who interesting (or, more to the point, what Norman Cousins, who was Fixxs boss, might think the women who read McCalfswould think interesting). It didnt
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deals with moment the of physical perfection, when the ball sings off the racket, when the putt rolls inexorably toward the cup, when the dive knifes into the water. But how do the& miracles happen?Why do they occur so rarely for some, yet so effortlessly for others? There is, of course, no answer. Jerome piles detail on detail-about training, about blood chemistry, about body mechanics-without ever making it clear what the argument is. The chief benefit, he suggests, is that, after researchingallthedetails and gaining some degree of understanding of the mass of complexities involved in the athletic process,I now cry at track meets. . . . Working on this book has so expanded my appreciation that almost athletic any performance is immeasurably richerfor me. This view the human as body of sports-of athleticmstrument, of sports as ex pressions of the finite limits o the f body and as -means of exploring the mechanisms at work to set those limits-positively illuminates great athletic performances,at least for me.
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Not for me. I do notrequire thatlsort of illumination, nor, I suspect, do most others. I find it positively destructive of whatRolfeHumphriesmeantbythe beautiful mystery of a sport like baseball-its .poetry, its rhythms, its fantasy, its exquisite timing. I ,do not want to trouble myself with Willie Mayss synapses when contemplating his catch of Vic Wertzs towering fly in the 1954 World Series, or Wertzs either. I donot give a hootaboutthe biomechanics of Tug McGraws pitching arm last fall in Philadelphia; enough to know whether he was tired or not, something I can generally tell without understanding a great deal about muscle circulation of oxygen tissue or the through the body. Jeromes real point, one suspects, is made covertly at the very end of his Americans have always had a diffibook: cult time just having fun for the fun of But theres another result of all this it. John Dizikes, in his absorbing investigation whichis much more imhistory of what might be called the portant for athletics-and for the American style of play, shows howfrom species-than any wholesale revision the beginning it was necessary of the record books. This great swellAmerican sportsmen-particularly the ing of understanding is spreading far promoters of horse races-to find the beyond the limited world ofathletics, of into the general public consciousness. chink in the armor the Puritan Party, which regarded amusements all and It is doing so at the same time that the pastimes as frivolous, at the least, and public is learning, by direct physical presumably at theworst as unprofitexperience, of the optimism of the cell. able. Thus, from the time of Andrew The ecologists keep telling us that Jackson, people like William T. Porter
January 31, I981 there is nofreelunch. In a finite , universe infinite growth is impossible. . : Wemust accept limits; we . must begin to think small, reduce our , appetites, cut back. For decades weve devoted great portions of our massive resources to nothing more ennobling thanthe reduction of physical effort in our lives. One result has been the construction of a society around the lawsof entropy, around the eventual running down the uniof verse. A kind of paralysis of despair is the perfectly reasonable response. After all, there IS the entropy of aging, too, a running down of the organism that is irreversible. No thanks, says the cell Only lest it-just require of it a little more than its existing, steady-state capacityand it responds by thumbing its meta-. phorical nose at the laws of entropy. In fact, the more you reqyire of it, the more it gamS in response. . . . What is truIy indomitable about us is this characteristic of all living tlssue, this capaclty of the cell tofloutthe . lawsof entropy: to steaI energy out of stress, and with it to construct new health. Free lunch. The only free lunch there 1s. Yes, yes, he does say it. Where RonaldReagan will abolish economic limits by finding oil in the ground that isnt there, Jerome will do it by massaging the cell. We will save clvilization, create new possibilities, discover as yet our unsuspected liorizons by tuning bodies, examining anaerobic thresholds and revolutionizing human performance. Thus whathas seemed, at best, unrelated t9 the social problems of our times andmore likely egocentric and antisocial, becomes the greatest of social acts. We will run not just for hunger or myscular dystrophy or crippled children (the logic of a11 of which I have never understood either): wewill study our bodies and run for God, for country, for the future ofcivilization as we know it.
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than might be described Where todays hlghly tralned naval pointed out that sport was potentially other what archltect wdl descrlbe some negatlve an important business and therefore (badly) as the harmony of man,activity trait In a boats performance in terms and environment, and the self-comprenot frivolous. From the beginning, the of, say, sectlon and flow, Herreshoff hension that comes from thecompreAmerican way was to favor games and w ~ l slrnply note that It is annoying l styles of play in which as little as possi- hension of expenence: it 1s avolded. The andtellyouhow ble was left to chance-that is, to real Ivebeenklcked,stepped on and annoying is to be avolded Just as the #y in the other sense of the wordbitten.Bitten I liked least. Mymost vacation 1s to be spent in pleasure. and in which everything could be trusttvorthy saddle horse leaned over The best thmg when you are out at planned from the start. Americans, he once while I was clnchlng hlm up and night in a strange anchorage is not clamped on my upper leg, turning the argues, dont mind that there isnt conto be worned. That sounds smple thigh Into what looked like a Central tinuousactionintheirfavoritesports enough, but the sallor who has American sunset. I threw him down watched the compass shlft sllghtly because they dont want action, they on the ground, half hitched hls feet with a dragging anchor in the darkwant analysis. . . . Its the time between together, and put a tarp overhim. I ness and the ocean rumblmg spooklIy the plays that they value, the time they let hlm up .two hours later; he on a lee shore knowsthat to deep can use to fit whats just happened into thought I was the greatest man In the withoutworry is a conceptclogged the context of their strategy, adjust their world, one he wouldnt thmk of bitwith meaning plans for the next move, and guess and . m g . Horses only remember the endof predict. There is as much interesbin the I quote these two passages partly the story game plan as in the game. Dizikes has a little trouble with the theory when it comes to games like basketball (which, in the years since it was first played wlth a peach basket in Springfield, Massachusetts, has devdoped into precisely the kmd of continuous-flow game that Dlzlkes regards as un-American). Yet In general the argument is sound enough, both in what it explains about integration of the sports ethlc with the capitalist ethic and in its persuasivedescriptlon of theirshared corporate abhorrence of chance. Which brings us back onceagainto people like Fixx and Jerome, and to prodFiction ucts like The Complete Book of Runnrng and the scores more llke it now available. The real pmnt (as alreadysuggested) was never to run, certalnly not THE TRANSIT OF VENUS Vlklng for fun, but to contemplate and analyze oneself running. If it was not to create General Nonfiction an important business of oneself runningthus the (andto ,silence , Puntan), the ObJect certainlyincluded the elevadon of whatever fun there WALTER LIPPMANN AND THE AMERICAN CENTURY Atlantic-Llttle Brown might have been into a project, a discipline in which one becamea spectator to Poetry ones achievement. own As Dizikes I points out, the logical resting place of i American sports is the Astrodome, SUNRISE where no windblows and allerratic VikmgPenguin bounces are (almost) eliminated. Just as logically, it is also In the.running-shoe Criticism store and in the scientific tests measuring the Adidas against the Nike.
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%f course it doesnt have to be that way, either in America OT anywhere else, as scores of athletes and writers about sportshavemade magnificently clear, amongthem,ThomasMcGuane. His An Outsrde Chance is a lovely book of personal essays about hunting, fishing, sailing and riding. Theres no way fairly to summarize this book;it has notheme
22 because I likethem and partly because they demonstrate how harmony is ,the essence of,the experience. We lose ourseIves in ,the moment and thereby find ourselves: looking by away from the
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distant star we see it. I said Americans havealwayshad a difficult time just having fun for the fun of it. McGuane is one of the people who proves that that 0 isnt always true.
Thomas Flanagan, author of The Year of the French (Holt, Rinehart & Winston), 1s now at, work on his second novel.
January 31, 1981 historically prophetic images of disaster flicker like mirages upon the imaginings of the characters. Flickerings only, casually rejected by the,reason, shunned by the will. What Appelfeld has done, I think, is totake as his very subject the imaginations inability to comprehen disaster at once senseless and total. T inability was as present then, when terror and annihilation were unfolding themselves, as it is now, in historical retrospect, if in far different form. He has created the landscape of imaginations limits, a landscape peopled by those whom culture both nourishes and narcotizes, for whomeverydaypleasures, sights, fragrances, annoyances, create the illusion of a reality more dense than that to which the imagination refuses to give a name. At the railway station, Badenheim distant now, the conductor of the resort orchestra says expectantly, Soon well arrive in Poland. New sights, new people. A man must broaden his horizons, no? An engine arrives, coupled to four filthy freight cars. Get in! yell invisible voices. And the people were sucked in. Even those who were standing with a bottle of lemonade in their hands, a bar of chocolate, the headwaiter with his dog-they were all sucked in as easily as grains of wheat poured into a funnel. Nevertheless, Dr. Pappenheim found time to make the followingremark: If the coaches are so dirty it must mean that we have not far to go. The final resonances of the novel are muted, ambiguous, at once melancholy and sardonic. That final paragraph moves suddenly and savagely to fact, butfact which has beenstylized, cut down to invisiblevoices and a brutal simile. Frozen-framed at the veryinstant ofhis fate, at thedoor of the freight car, Dr. Pappenheim speaks his own epitaph, indomitable in his feckless assertion of a rational and benevolent universe. In his final moments, he is Dr. Pangloss, but Appelfeld has made calculateduseof the complexity of our response: We have known from thefirst pages what will happen to the people of Badenheim, but it is a knowledge which we impose upon the text, and the text exists therefore as a kindofdoul@writing, a mannered and elegant comedy which dramatizes a reality in which words such as elegance and comedy are weightless,meaningless. He has compelled form to express the formless, the void, the black night in which culture, art and civility serve only 0 to betray us.
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