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<text id=91TT2407>
<title>
Oct. 28, 1991: Uneasy Riders
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
Oct. 28, 1991 Ollie North:"Reagan Knew Everything"
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
BOOKS, Page 93
Uneasy Riders
</hdr><body>
<p>By Paul Gray
</p>
<qt>
<l>LILA</l>
<l>By Robert M. Pirsig</l>
<l>Bantam; 409 pages; $22.50</l>
</qt>
<p> It has been 17 years since Zen and the Art of Motorcycle
Maintenance went vroom-vroom into bookstores, and it has not
stopped selling since. Millions of readers have followed
Phaedrus, Robert M. Pirsig's enigmatic narrator-hero, on his
physical journey through the American West and his inner trip
toward a mystical understanding of the universe. Although it
appeared in 1974, Zen was and remains one of the most impressive
literary expressions of the countercultural '60s.
</p>
<p> Phaedrus is back in Lila, Pirsig's second book, this time
alone on a boat, wending his way leisurely down a water path
that originated in Lake Superior and may bring him to Florida
or even Mexico. He had hoped that all this free, undisturbed
time would allow him to sort through the thousands of note
cards he has assembled for his next book, tentatively titled
Metaphysics of Quality or Metaphysics of Value. And this book,
as Phaedrus describes it, sounds interesting: an attempt to find
some middle path between scientists and mystics, between those
who swear by facts alone and those who dismiss them as
irrelevant. He believes there must be a direct conduit between
the physical and the spiritual, and gropes toward an initial
formulation: "All life is a migration of static patterns of
quality toward Dynamic Quality."
</p>
<p> The road toward coherence is clearly going to be long and
demanding. But with his boat docked on the Hudson River, a
hundred or so miles north of New York City, Phaedrus sees a
woman in a bar and observes, "You just sort of felt instantly
right away without having to think twice about it what it was
she did best." Eventually, a good many drinks later, Lila
Blewitt accompanies Phaedrus back to his boat for the night.
</p>
<p> And she doesn't leave the morning after either. Although
she is chiefly seen being grumpy and disagreeable, Lila strikes
Phaedrus as a person of great mystery, a puzzle that his new way
of looking at reality may be able to solve. He cuts back on his
thoughts about his book and starts doing field research on one,
overriding question: "Does Lila have Quality?"
</p>
<p> Lila might work a lot better than it does if Phaedrus made
this matter a little more interesting to the reader as well.
But as this mismatched pair drifts southward, the skipper's
attention is frequently distracted from Lila and his new
project. For one thing, Phaedrus has come down with a bad case
of EJS, or Erica Jong syndrome: the compulsion to write a second
book dwelling on the fame one has achieved with a first book.
"Sex and celebrity," he muses. "Before Phaedrus got his boat and
cleared out of Minnesota he remembered ladies at parties coming
over to rub up against him. A teenage girl squealing in ecstasy
at one of his lectures."
</p>
<p> For another, Phaedrus spends much time recording his
perceptions of nearly everything he sees around him, and these
insights often seem less original than he believes they are.
During a stopover in Manhattan, he looks down from the balcony
of his hotel room: "...YEEOW!!...Way down there the cars
were like little ladybugs. They were yellow, most of them, and
they crawled along slowly, just like bugs. The yellow ones must
be taxis. They moved so slowly." So, for that matter, does
Phaedrus' narrative pace. Far too much of Lila proceeds like
this: "Then she came in the door. Sad. She was really looking
old. She used to be a real looker. Getting fat too. Drinking too
much beer. She always did like her beer. She better take care
of herself."
</p>
<p> Such passages will probably not bother members of the
Pirsig cult. Gurus are supposed to talk funny and are always
deeper than they seem. But the uninitiated may have a hard time
making much sense out of Phaedrus' attempt "to go all the way
back to fundamental meanings of what is meant by morality." At
moments like this, Phaedrus resembles someone hacking away at
a flat rock and wondering if he will come up with the wheel.
</p>
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