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<title>
Feb. 26, 1990: Murdochisms
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Feb. 26, 1990 Predator's Fall
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
BOOKS, Page 71
Murdochisms
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<body>
<qt> <l>THE MESSAGE TO THE PLANET</l>
<l>by Iris Murdoch</l>
<l>Viking; 563 pages; $22.95</l>
</qt>
<p> Novels by Dame Iris Murdoch are about as sturdy and reliable
as a well-made trench coat. The reader can count on several
things from these lengthy dissections of the British
intelligentsia, and the new installment, her 24th, is no
exception. One can be sure, for instance, that demon lust and
his faithful servant, self-deception, will make fools of the
witty, wise and powerful. There will probably be a maddeningly
masochistic woman and a childish, manipulative man. A young
person, usually a girl, will act as an unsparing force of
nature.
</p>
<p> By now, too, the author's mannerisms are like old pals. One
staple is stretches of unanchored dialogue so protracted that
one has to go back and count off who is speaking. Another is
italics. A simple sentence like "If only Marcus could start
writing, then everything would move" would not appear to need
emphasis, but Murdoch's fans play along, as if she were somehow
reading the story aloud.
</p>
<p> The same applies to the liberal use of quotation marks,
which run through the books like tiny underscoring arrows. The
Message to the Planet is overly fond of this intrusive nudging.
Here is the latest Murdoch female masochist in full lament:
"Franca contained in her breast a storm of anguish and violence
so terrible that she had at times, when she was alone and
longing to `break down,' to clutch her breast." Terrible, for
that matter, is a favorite word. So are appalling, awful,
horrible, dreadful and all forms of the word dark. "These
dreadful ideas, horrors from the past now poised to darken the
future" is typical of Dame Iris at her most overwrought.
</p>
<p> It is easy, far too easy, to poke fun at these
idiosyncrasies. What Murdoch can do surpassingly well is move
a narrative. Once caught in her grip, the reader flies through
myriad complications, signal switches and genuine surprises. The
Message to the Planet is not her strongest book. It chronicles
the decline of Marcus Vallar, a charismatic man who may have
mysterious healing powers. But the central figure is a tiresome
young don, Alfred Ludens, who is preoccupied with genius--he
is writing a book about Leonardo--and obsessed by Vallar. The
subplot involves a pigheaded painter and his attempts to
maintain a particularly grotesque menage a trois. There is some
wit here; the book could in fact be viewed as a send-up of
Doris Lessing's more apocalyptic fictional efforts. But in
Murdoch's best work, the characters have more zip than these do.
On to Novel 25.
</p>
<p>By Martha Duffy.
</p>
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