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- <title>
- Nov. 02, 1992: Reviews:Books
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
- Nov. 02, 1992 Bill Clinton's Long March
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 72
- BOOKS
- A Fine Time to Leave Me
- </hdr><body>
- <p>By JOHN SKOW
- </p>
- <p> TITLE: NOTHING BUT BLUE SKIES
- AUTHOR: Thomas McGuane
- PUBLISHER: Houghton Mifflin
- </p>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: The familiar splitsville novel is seen
- this time from the point of view of the undeserving male.
- </p>
- <p> Divorce these days is our Paris in the '20s, an adventure
- of alienation and unfamiliar cooking that we write novels
- about. Too many novels and too whiny the reader decides. The
- genre is one that is not petering out but should. Until then,
- an amiable and cheerfully unwhiny exception is Thomas McGuane's
- Nothing but Blue Skies. The author's hero is a fortyish
- Deadrock, Montana, businessman named Frank Copenhaver, who
- misplaces his marbles when his wife Gracie packs her bags. In
- this addlepated condition, he galumphs about drinking too much
- (or not enough; this isn't clear), getting into fistfights,
- making rotten investments and then affronting his bankers,
- eating frozen dinners and, in general, swinging about half a
- second late at a variety of pitches, many from local divorced
- women who think on small evidence that he may be better than
- nothing.
- </p>
- <p> As the wife-lorn hero goes googly, the world, of course,
- reciprocates. His beloved daughter reacts to her parents' split
- by dropping out of college to live with a raving-mad
- private-property fanatic older than her father. Frank's
- secretary quits. The price of cattle drops, just when he has a
- thousand head to sell. The hero, who is a decent enough fellow,
- just insensitive to women's needs, egomaniacal, undeserving and
- stuffed with the usual macho baloney, watches all this
- wonderingly but without resentment.
- </p>
- <p> McGuane, whose recent novels have seemed a touch broody,
- enjoys himself with this one. The fine barrelhouse prose of The
- Bushwhacked Piano and Ninety-Two in the Shade is working again.
- He waves his arms, he hoots and hollers and thrashes out a rowdy
- parody of the male psyche under the stress of having to defend
- itself in the supermarket. Without taking sides, of course,
- between male and female, he makes it clear that what Frank needs
- is the loving care of a good woman. What will set female
- readers to muttering Wiccan incantations is the certainty that
- some patient woman, like as not his wife Gracie, will show up
- to glue Frank back together.
- </p>
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- </body></article>
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