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- BOOKS, Page 83Restless on His Laurels
- By R.Z. Sheppard
-
-
- THE GOOD TIMES
- by Russell Baker
- Morrow; 351 pages; $19.95
-
- Russell Baker has worked for laughs at the solemn New York
- Times ever since his "Observer" column was established in 1962. For
- satire, parody and burlesque on short notice, he has few equals.
- He has had what many journalists would consider a dream career, and
- nobody tells him what to do. Or so it appears:
-
- "My mother, dead now to this world but still roaming free in
- my mind, wakes me some mornings before daybreak. `If there's one
- thing I can't stand, it's a quitter.' I have heard her say that all
- my life. Now, lying in bed, coming awake in the dark, I feel the
- fury of her energy fighting the good-for-nothing idler within me
- who wants to go back to sleep instead of tackling the brave new
- day."
-
- So begins The Good Times, the second installment of Baker's
- memoirs. The first, Growing Up (1982), won a Pulitzer Prize, stayed
- on best-seller lists for nearly a year, and remains a masterstroke
- of unpretentious autobiography. It too got its direction from the
- character of Lucy Elizabeth Baker, the needy young widow whose
- platitudes about hard work and gumption herded Russell and his
- sister through the Great Depression.
-
- "It was impossible to succeed enough to satisfy this woman,"
- writes Baker, who sounds as if he does not believe how far he has
- come. To hear Baker tell of his rise from newspaper delivery boy
- to the Baltimore Sun's man about London and Washington, one would
- think he still regards himself as an ink-stained wretch.
-
- Baker, of course, practices the art of deflation for a living,
- and he repeatedly reminds us that Lucy Elizabeth must share the
- credit and the blame. "I was happy to get your letter, especially
- the news that someone else has noted your writing ability," she
- remarks after learning of her son's job opportunity at the Times.
- No matter that his abilities had already earned him big-league
- distinction in Europe; Mother Baker thought the offer was just the
- break he needed.
-
- Baker, who believed he was doing just fine at the Sun, was less
- sure. The paper nurtured and rewarded his talents; its editor was
- like a father. James Reston, then the Times's Washington bureau
- chief, would eventually assume a similar role as Baker's boss. But
- before the relationship could be established, home-office politics
- required that Baker pay dues in New York City. Underemployed in the
- Times's vast, overstaffed city room, the "jumper," as he describes
- himself, guiltily plowed through Dostoyevsky and corresponded with
- his wife Mimi. "The Times felt like an insurance office," he
- observes. "Writing a 600-word story seemed to be considered a whole
- week's work." Meyer Berger, the paper's star feature writer and
- house historian, put the situation in perspective: "Mister Ochs
- (Adolph Ochs, publisher from 1896 to 1935) always liked to have
- enough people around to cover the story when the Titanic sinks."
-
- The author's nights to remember are less dramatic. Recalling
- his marathon coverage of Queen Elizabeth II's coronation, Baker
- downplays the pageantry in favor of offstage vignettes, like long
- lines of colonial potentates in animal skins and gold braid forming
- to use Westminster Abbey's toilets. The Eisenhower White House
- produces little excitement, partly because there wasn't much, but
- mainly because Press Secretary James Hagerty ran a "tight, tight
- ship." Later there was the smothering style of Senate Majority
- Leader Lyndon Johnson: "For you, Russ, I'd leak like a sieve."
-
- Many of Baker's professional anecdotes are familiar, including
- the still valuable cautionary tale about the late W.H. Lawrence,
- the Times's White House correspondent whose friendship with John
- F. Kennedy resulted in gushy coverage that embarrassed the paper
- and eventually led to Lawrence's departure. It is impossible to
- avoid dated material in a reminiscence. It is also difficult to
- write an autobiography when one has been more an observer than a
- participant.
-
- The good times Baker refers to in his title are from 1947, the
- year he joined the Baltimore Sun, until 1963, when Kennedy was
- assassinated. Yet to come were full-scale war in Viet Nam, civil
- unrest, Watergate, gas lines, stagflation, and the proliferation
- of junk food and junk politics. Unsurprisingly these not-so-good
- times provided Baker with his best material as a columnist. But as
- a memoirist he seems to be finding that Russell Baker is a tough
- act to follow, especially if you are Russell Baker.