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<title>
Apr. 05, 1993: Reviews:Books
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Apr. 05, 1993 The Generation That Forgot God
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 63
BOOKS
Striptease In a Taxi
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<body>
<p>By JOHN SKOW
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<qt>
<l>TITLE: Exposure</l>
<l>AUTHOR: Kathryn Harrison</l>
<l>PUBLISHER: Random House; 218 Pages; $20</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: The reader becomes a voyeur, unable to
stop watching as veils and bandages fall.
</p>
<p> A beautiful young woman squirms on the rear seat of a taxi
in midtown Manhattan, trying to get out of her tight skirt, and
then, when she has managed to do that, squirms again, trying to
wiggle into a second, somewhat tighter skirt. She succeeds, but
the new skirt leaves no room for lingerie. Off come half-slip
and panties. She leaves them on the taxi floor, with the old
skirt. At her destination, as she pays the cabby, he nods at the
new skirt. "Whatdja do, steal it?"
</p>
<p> "Yes," she says.
</p>
<p> Ann Rogers is cracking up, and not all that slowly. She is
married to a bright, fairly sympathetic fellow who restores
houses, and she is a successful partner in a business that makes
videos of weddings. Makes, in fact, seamlessly joyous videos of
weddings often awkward and sour, which is an art, and one she
is good at. But her hobbies, shoplifting clothes from Bergdorf
and ingesting methamphetamine, which she does quite often from
the tip of her jackknife blade, don't foretell a long and happy
life. She is a diabetic, in addition, and her meth addiction
worsens a deteriorating eye condition whose far end is
blindness.
</p>
<p> So the plot is dreary and predictable in its basics:
neurasthenic young woman falls apart. That is, in fact, what
happens; Ann Rogers crumbles and collapses. Why does this
matter? Why does author Harrison's novel (her second, after the
much praised Thicker Than Water) grab the reader by the throat?
Is it the hook of that voyeuristic first scene in the taxi? Are
we waiting for something like that striptease to happen again?
</p>
<p> Sure, partly. This is a commercial novel, and if you have
to bludgeon readers to get their attention, well, that's show
biz. But the author has more to tell. A succession of
interleaved flashbacks gives a strange family history, seen
through a camera's cold eye. Through happenstance, her
grandfather, an American migrant to Mexico, became a
photographer in the early days of the art and specialized in
elaborate portraits of dead children in confirmation finery. A
meningitis plague brought him prosperity. He was a journeyman,
but his son, her father, became a famed photographic artist,
whose morbid specialty was a long series of nude photographs of
Ann, before puberty, arranged as if dead. As the adult Ann
spirals out of control, a big retrospective show of her father's
work is set to open.
</p>
<p> In quick summary, this is melodrama. As the novel winds
and backtracks, it is a convincing psychological unraveling. A
question, after this strong second book, is whether Harrison can
manage this sort of powerful hold on the reader while being
somewhat less gaudy in her use of stage effects.
</p>
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