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by Phoebe-Lou Adams
by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn,
translated by Alexis Klimoff and Michael
Counterpoint, 352 pages, $29.50.
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Mr. Solzhenitsyn could not have disseminated his writings in the Soviet
Union or smuggled his works to the outside world without the help of admirers
who typed and stored manuscripts, provided hideouts where he could work
undisturbed, and acted as couriers. It was time-consuming work, decidedly
dangerous, and, of course, unpaid. Mr. Solzhenitsyn cannot compensate his
supporters except by making a public tribute to them, for many are now dead and
some he never knew. His sketches of those he did know and his accounts of what
they did introduce the reader to brave, dedicated, generous people, some of
whom acted out of a desire to reform Soviet society while disagreeing with Mr.
Solzhenitsyn's vision of the shape that reform should take. Many of these
allies were women--possibly women found it easier to avoid the eye of the
secret police--and all of them ran a very serious risk of abuse, imprisonment,
and murder. The author believes that an attempt was made to murder him, and an
appendix containing the 1992 statement of a former KGB agent appears to confirm
that. Altogether, this memoir presents a grim contrast between the Soviet
government's brutality and stupidity and the nerve and ingenuity of its
by May Sarton.
Norton, 350 pages, $23.00.
The late May Sarton, poet and novelist among other things, kept a
journal through her eighty-second year. It is a chronicle of good friends,
correspondence leading at times to a "disastrous pile" of unanswered letters,
excitement at the production of a play written long ago, and the eccentricities
of her overweight cat, who, given food recommended by the vet because Pierrot
"will not like it and will not eat it," fairly wolfed it down. The journal also
records the annoyances of old age: uncertain balance, clumsy fingers, mislaid
names and objects, inadequate strength, frequent pain, and the admission that
"words do not obey me anymore"--infuriating for a professional master of words.
Sarton was saddened by the belief that "my work has missed the boat," the boat
being serious critical attention, and consoled herself by quoting Hilaire
Belloc on his own work: "His sins were scarlet, but his books were read." She
remained capable of determining "to make a new start and to pull myself up by
the bootstraps and behave better altogether." She cannot do that now, but her
books will continue to be read.
I. M. Pei
by Michael Cannell.
Carol Southern/Crown, 402 pages, $35.00.
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I. M. Pei
Ieoh Ming Pei was born to a prosperous banking dynasty in Suzhou, a city
renowned in China for beauty and elegance. Pursuit of an architectural
education brought him to the United States and Chinese communism kept him here.
Mr. Cannell's study of the career of the "Mandarin of Modernism" is less the
biography of an individual--his subject is noted for a combination of great
charm and impenetrable reserve--than it is a history of the architecture of the
past fifty years. It covers influences--traditional, modernist,
postmodernist--and technical innovations and intra-professional arguments,
illustrating these developments with Pei's buildings and the uproar they
sometimes caused. His Hancock tower alarmed the citizens of Boston by spewing
windows onto the sidewalk; once brought to order, the skyscraper proved both
handsome and unobtrusive. His proposal to build a glass pyramid as the new
entrance to the Louvre kept Paris in a fierce tizzy of argument for months;
when finished, the pyramid won acceptance and applause. One learns a great deal
from this book about the peripheral problems, both diplomatic and financial, of
large-scale construction. One does not learn much about I. M. Pei except in the
character of accomplished and successful architect. And, come to think of it,
why should one want to? The buildings are what matters.
at St. Helena Revisited
by Ben Weider and Sten Forshufvud.
Wiley, 555 pages, $30.00.
The late Sten Forshufvud was a Swedish dentist with a side interest in
toxicology and an enthusiasm for Napoleon. In reading the memoirs of people who
knew the Emperor on St. Helena, he realized that most of them, allowing for
differing vocabularies and points of view, were describing a man suffering from
chronic arsenic poisoning. He succeeded in collecting well-provenanced samples
of Napoleon's hair and submitted them to Dr. Hamilton Smith, of Glasgow
University, for analysis. The arsenic was there. This finding was first
published in 1961, and evolved into reasons for assuming that a supposedly
devoted member of Napoleon's staff--Count Charles Tristan de Montholon--was the
poisoner. Ben Weider, another Bonaparte buff, who collaborated with Forshufvud
on a subsequent book, has some reason for presenting this revised and expanded
version, because the earlier account did not entirely eliminate the possibility
that the British rid themselves of an expensive prisoner. More-recent and
more-refined examination of the hair samples establishes that the British
contributed no more to the murder than a stupid doctor. The style of this book
suggests that most of the writing was done by Weider, who has an unfortunate
tendency toward repetition and linguistic melodrama. Readers who can tolerate
that, and are curious about what actually happened on St. Helena, will find the
history interesting. They will also learn how to disguise a murder, provided
they can lay hands on the substances that actually killed Napoleon. He did not
die of arsenic.
Parallel Visions of the
Arctic and Antarctic
by Galen Rowell.
Mountain Light Press/University of California, 184
Mr. Rowell is a fine outdoor photographer who captures nature's aspects
from minute plants to gigantic icebergs. In showing his pictures he has come
upon people who imagine polar bears on the Ross Ice Shelf and penguins at Point
Barrow, and he has therefore compiled this book of photographs illustrating the
differences between the North Pole and the South. The photographs are beautiful
in themselves, sometimes surprising (a polar bear romping amiably with a sled
dog), sometimes amazing (a penguin rocketing out of a wave crest), and always
informative. Mr. Rowell's text is gracefully written and poignantly sympathetic
to the creatures and the country that he records.
Visions of the North:
Native Art of the Northwest Coast
by Don and Debra McQuiston.
Chronicle, 120 pages, $35.00/$19.95.
The McQuistons, father and daughter, appear to be the instigators and
editors of a book with text by Lynne Bush and photographs by Tom Till. It is a
handsome book, because the subject matter is handsome. Insofar as information
is concerned, four cooks have made a weak broth.
The Spirit Level
by David Barber.
Triquarterly Books/Northwestern University Press, 76
David Barber is the assistant poetry editor of The Atlantic. A
poem from this collection, "The Lather," appeared in the September, 1995,
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