Kurt Vonnegut, FATES WORSE THAN DEATH. Cape, #14.99 (pp 240).
Gore Vidal, A VIEW FROM THE DINERS CLUB. Deutsch, #13.99 (pp 242).
TWO separate voices crying in the wilderness. Vonnegut makes a virtue
out of his books origins. The 21 chapters and nine appendixes comprise a
number of speeches, occasional pieces,
fragments of family history
and autobiography, articles for Architectural Digest and so on, linked
by a conversational commentary. He does not say so directly, but makes
it clear that had he offered his betting slips and laundry lists they
would have found a home here too. A reward of fame, he reminds us.
In this and his other conclusions he is disarmingly honest. Part of
this is attributable to his tone, and part to his subject matter. The
book was strung together in the summer of last year; the final editing
was done in the aftermath of the Gulf war. The setting was completed
while he waited on the arrival of another novel. It follows Hocus Pocus
and shares the same pessimism, joy, love and humour. Now that this is
out of the way he can get on with the new book.
Most of these pieces justify their collation. They are small and could
hardly find a significant readership in any other form. Like the
synopsis of Kilgore Trout's novels and stories, they are remarkably
complete. They leave the impression of 21 novel treatments, from which a
definite palette of themes emerges. The title is more than apposite. Few
writers have given death more dominion. Many have an almost obsessional
interest in dying, but only he seems capable of dealing with our grand
finale on a human scale, reducing it to our level with compassionate
absurdity.
Vonnegut, as the world knows, survived the Dresden bombing, an earlier
example of friendly fire, and wrote about it in Slaughterhouse-Five. His
friend Bernard V. O'Hare was also a survivor. O'Hare died recently of
lung cancer and was cremated with a book of matches and a packet of
cigarettes in his pocket. Vonnegut judges the bombing: ''Only one person
on earth clearly benefited, and I am that person. I got about five
dollars for each corps, counting my fee tonight.'' This book is meant to
be a sequal to Palm Sunday, published in 1980. The sum has gone up by
two dollars since then and will obviously keep rising. His Requiem Mass
seems to have cost him money. A half-Protestant, half-Jewish, black-tied
audience of which he was one, attended the world premier of Andrew Lloyd
Webber's Requiem in St Thomas Church, Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, on
February 12, 1985. As usual, an English translation of the words of the
mass was included in the programme.
''They were terrible!'' says Vonnegut, who stayed up half the night
writing a better mass. ''That is not a vain statement. Anybody could
write a better one and nobody could write a worse one.'' Vonnegut is
literal minded enough to draw the conclusion that ''Rest eternal grant
them, O Lord, and let light perpetual shine upon them'' has the dead
''trying to get some sleep with the lights on'' His own mass you may
read for yourself. The denouement came when Mrs Vonnegut met Andrew
Lloyd Webber in London and told him her husband had written a requiem.
''Oh I know,'' he said. ''Now everybody is writing requiems.''
Once again, Kurt Vonnegut gives us a clear idea of what it would be
like to be in his company. His style and attitude converge at a point
where they reflect relaxation and assurance. Though he and Gore Vidal
are of a similar age, Vidal is still trying to impress, still looking
for the obscure reference or quotation to put his readers in their
place. There are many similarities between these two but, on this
evidence, the main difference is that Vonnegut refuses to take himself
or his subjects seriously.
Vidal tells us he has never written a book review for money. Readers
are left to hazard other motivations. I think spite is a spur, which
makes him a wonderful political writer.
He seldom watches television, except on a Sunday when our corporate
rulers address us from their cathode pulpit. The level of chat on these
programmes ''is about as slow as it is possible to get without actually
serving the viewers gin''.
Almost every page offers a tantalising glimpse of a uniquely acid wit.
Indeed, part of the joy of reading Vidal is the tension between his
surgically cerebral approach and the occasional glorious knee in the
groin. His victims do not always notice the attack until it's too late.
He is best on America, but when his political pieces are compared with
the kind of political writing we find here, he weighs in as an AK49 as
against a variety of potato guns. Politicians are always fair game and
perpetually in season.
While America is being hailed as our new, single superpower, Gore
Vidal chronicles its collapse. He is single-handedly trying to combat
what he sees as an inexorable tide of misinformation emanating from
schools, established religions, press and television. Of course, he is
right and, rather like Vonnegut dealing with death, makes his subjects
look less than human, pompous and self-serving.
His literary anecdotes are so authoritative that when they are
followed by his political essays we cannot help but believe them too.
With fewer Americans voting in the elections, some suspect the structure
is crumbling. Gore Vidal is one of the better termites chewing away at
the White House foundations.
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