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<text id=91TT1038>
<title>
May 13, 1991: Keeping A Weather Eye
</title>
<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
May 13, 1991 Crack Kids
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
BOOKS, Page 76
Keeping a Weather Eye
</hdr><body>
<qt>
<l>HUNTING MISTER HEARTBREAK</l>
<l>By Jonathan Raban</l>
<l>HarperCollins; 372 pages; $25</l>
</qt>
<p> British travel writer Jonathan Raban is at his amiable
best when his narrative is adrift, even awash. It is easy to
see why. Sooner or later a professional journeyer meets boring
people in tedious circumstances. Here the land-based pilgrim
must lie entertainingly, which is hard work, or tell the ghastly
truth. The writer who travels by boat need only conjure a storm,
or describe his great relief that the weather is fine. The
reader, charmed or alarmed, follows wide-eyed. Raban weathered
bores effectively in Coasting, a wry account of a voyage around
England in a small sailboat, and in Old Glory, in which he
put-putted down the Mississippi in an aluminum skiff.
</p>
<p> This new journal, also of a voyage to the New World ("Mr.
Heartbreak" is J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur, author in 1782
of Letters from an American Farmer), is about two-fifths
aqueous, which is just enough. Raban sets out from Liverpool in
a giant container ship, discovers that the ocean is even larger--good storm action here--and then burrows for several weeks
each in Manhattan, a small and sleepy Alabama burg called
Guntersville and our last frontier, Seattle.
</p>
<p> His perceptions are easygoing and unsatirical, though in
New York City he does notice that the middle class spends
almost no time at street level, which is left to muggers and the
homeless. In Guntersville he lives with a borrowed dog (as a
people-meeting device, a good substitute for a boat), hears his
speech patterns slowing and finds the local religiosity more
comfortable than off-putting. Now and then he does a shrewd job
of reporting, as when he describes tensions among Korean
immigrant men in Seattle, trying successfully to make money and
unsuccessfully to rule their wives and daughters.
</p>
<p> But journeying, not burrowing in, is Raban's job. He
returns to it just in time, with a roguish last chapter set
offshore in the Florida Keys. He has rented a sailboat, and the
wind is up, and banks of low nimbus clouds are swarming in from
the northwest. Out of sight, the Key West highway is clogged
with tourists, but that's their problem. Raban's narrative
scuds toward the open sea, and the beguiled reader, as always
at such moments, makes plans: sell the house, buy a boat. A case
of salsa and a gallon of rum. How hard can it be to write
travel books?
</p>
<p> By John Skow
</p>
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