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May 25, 1992: Reviews:Books
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
May 25, 1992 Waiting For Perot
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 68
BOOKS
Year of Living Dangerously
</hdr><body>
<p>By STEFAN KANFER
</p>
<p> TITLE: Green Shadows, White Whale
AUTHOR: Ray Bradbury
PUBLISHER: Knopf; 271 pages; $21
</p>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: A sojourn in Ireland recalled, quarts and
all.
</p>
<p> In the original Moby-Dick a white Leviathan played the
title role. In the 1956 film the part was taken by a large piece
of plastic. In Ray Bradbury's 27th book, John Huston plays the
elusive quarry.
</p>
<p> Bradbury, 71, an established master of fantasy and sci-fi,
calls Green Shaddows, White Whale a novel. In fact it is a
disguised memoir of the period he spent in Ireland adapting
Herman Melville's work for the roistering film director. The
narrator is Bradbury himself, an intimidated writer as green as
Eire, summoned to meet the Great Man at his country estate.
</p>
<p> Huston's ego is commensurate with the whale's body: "You
ever figure, kid, how much the Beast is like me? The hero
plowing the seas, plowing women left and right, off round the
world and no stops?" No brakes is more like it. Although Huston
poses as a 19th century squire, he is actually a very modern con
man, incessantly flagellating or flattering Bradbury into an
inhuman schedule. When the script is accepted, the director will
unceremoniously grab 50% of the screen credit.
</p>
<p> As with many another Huston proj ect, the minor characters
soon become more diverting than the principals. An eloquent
beggar child turns out to be a 40-year-old dwarf, his growth
stunted "with stories, with truth, with warnings and
predictions." Everyone else in Green Shadows has a similar
penchant for the exaggerated anecdote ("Getting to the point,"
observes one, "could spoil the drink and ruin the day").
Bradbury has a musician's ear, and he makes their boozy
exchanges as bright and merry as coins clinking on the bar of
a pub. Even the teetotaling George Bernard Shaw has a memorable
walk-on, defining the people around him: "The Irish. From so
little they glean so much: squeeze the last ounce of joy from
a flower with no petals . . . The Irish? You step off a cliff
. . . and fall up!"
</p>
<p> In the middle of all this, Huston decides to stage a
hilarious wedding for a visiting pal from Hollywood. But to
state that the plot concerns a bride and groom is like saying
that Moby-Dick is about fishing. Bradbury's latest effort is
really a fond look back at his year of living dangerously. That
was the time when hangovers, lies and fatigue were balanced by
workmen's compensation: good talk, new friends and material for
the most entertaining book in a distinguished 50-year career.
</p>
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