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<text id=90TT0207>
<title>
Jan. 22, 1990: Beattieland
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Jan. 22, 1990 A Murder In Boston
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
BOOKS, Page 68
Beattieland
</hdr>
<body>
<qt> <l>PICTURING WILL</l>
<l>by Ann Beattie</l>
<l>Random House; 230 pages; $18.95</l>
</qt>
<p> Ann Beattie first became celebrated 15 years ago as the
young chronicler of what has been called the Woodstock
generation, the Aquarius generation and even the Beattie
generation. Vaguely disaffected and disconnected people drifted
in and out of other people's cars and beds, looking for
something but not sure what, then finding something else but
not sure why. And all this was reported in a coolly detached and
often witty style, which made bizarre events seem perfectly
natural.
</p>
<p> These unhappy people are now entering middle age, as is
Beattie, 42, and they seem to have learned virtually nothing
about anything. Wayne, who "had always been about to create a
life for himself," earns a living of sorts by rewiring lamps.
He leaves no note when he walks out on his wife Jody and their
son Will. Jody drives "almost randomly" to some unnamed
Southern town, gets a job as a clerk in a camera store, then
becomes a successful wedding photographer. New characters keep
appearing for a scene or two, then disappearing, as though this
were not Beattie's fourth novel but her fifth book of short
stories.
</p>
<p> The only really likable characters are the son Will, his
best friend Wag and another youth named Spencer, who is
obsessed with the disappearance of the dinosaurs. "In the boy's
bedroom were hundreds of dinosaur models...An inflated
Rhamphorhynchus dangled from the ceiling fixture. (`It means
"prow beak,"' Spencer said.)" Spencer is showing his dinosaurs
to a hungry-eyed art-gallery owner named Haveabud, who, in a
truly sinister scene watched by Will, seduces him during a trip
to Florida. There is quite a bit of sex in Beattieland, most of
it adulterous and joyless.
</p>
<p> Like one of those ominously quiet sequences in a Hitchcock
film, Beattie's low-key style tends to create the tension of
expectation. For example: "Corky pushed the door open and
turned and looked at Wayne, sitting on the step, holding a
Schlitz. It was the last drink he would have before his life
changed." But all that happens is that Wayne gets arrested on
a false charge of possessing cocaine. We never do find out what
became of him except, in an epilogue, that he is now living in
Mexico City.
</p>
<p> The disjointed and fragmentary quality of Beattie's novel
seems to come not from any perception or philosophy but
primarily from her work habits. She generally writes her short
stories all in a day or two and simply throws away any that
don't work. She seems to begin novels in much the same way,
with just an isolated sentence and a sense of curiosity about
what might happen next. Beattie once told an interviewer, "I've
never written anything that I knew the ending of...I wonder
if there are novelists who feel they know how to write novels.
I wonder if this knowledge exists."
</p>
<p> It is possible that she was just being disingenuous, but it
is also possible that the drawbacks to improvisation are
somewhat greater than she realizes.
</p>
<p>By Otto Friedrich.
</p>
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