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<text id=89TT2464>
<title>
Sep. 18, 1989: Old Stones
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
Sep. 18, 1989 Torching The Amazon
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
BOOKS, Page 95
Old Stones
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<qt> <l>FIRST LIGHT</l>
<l>by Peter Ackroyd</l>
<l>Grove Weidenfeld; 328 pages; $19.95</l>
</qt>
<p> On the evidence, Peter Ackroyd does not mind flirting with
failure. He spent much time on a biography of T.S. Eliot, a
project that experts said could not be done given the mass of
papers that are still unpublished and off limits to researchers.
Ackroyd's T.S. Eliot: A Life appeared in 1984 and won critical
praise for its readable, informed narrative. Similarly, his
fiction, including The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde and
Chatterton, seems designed to appeal to the smallest conceivable
number of readers, those who savor imaginative reconstructions
of the lives of dead authors. Against the odds, Ackroyd has
gained a sizable following, both in the U.S. and in his native
Britain. And now he has written a novel about an archaeologist
and an astronomer.
</p>
<p> That is not the whole story of First Light, of course, but
the conjunction of these two characters -- one digging down into
the earth, the other peering up at the sky -- gives the novel
its deep focus. Mark Clare, leading a team scraping away at a
swelling of the earth in the south of England, thinks he will
uncover a Neolithic burial site some 5,000 years old. Damian
Fall, in an observatory nearby, concentrates on the wave
spectrums arriving each night from a star 68 light-years away.
Despite their different occupations, both men are obsessed with
finding and reading evidence of the past.
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<p> The present, however, keeps intruding. Ackroyd sends a
diverting cast of laborers, onlookers and crackpots skittering
across the old stones of the excavation. Also on hand and
strewing wisecracks is a music-hall and TV comedian, now
retired, who has come to the valley in search of a missing
chapter of his own history. And someone -- or something -- does
not want the archaeologists to succeed. The site is plagued by
thefts and accidents. Perhaps, as some of the diggers claim,
spectral shapes are really to be seen roaming about and mucking
up the works.
</p>
<p> Ackroyd, 39, keeps this contemporary mystery suspenseful
without obscuring the older question: Can the past truly be
known? With all of its here-and-now high jinks, First Light is
an eerie, entertaining hybrid: P.G. Wodehouse grafted onto The
Golden Bough.
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