Painted Desert.
Davis, Robert Murray
The subtitle "A Novel" is perhaps an overstatement, for
while it suggests the possibility of a very interesting novel about the
relationship of two middle-aged men who want each other's lives,
Frederick Barthelme has instead produced a sort of minimalist version of
On the Road which is part very perfunctory and cliched travelogue, part
novel of ideas, and part inventory of topics being covered by the media
in 1994.
The story begins with O.J. Simpson's flight in the white Bronco,
which prompts narrator Del's girlfriend Jen, twenty years younger
than he, to decide to go to California to exact revenge on one of the
Rodney King rioters and perhaps, as Jen's e-mail correspondence
urges, on all the violent and stupid and thoughtless. (Del and Jen were
major characters in Barthelme's 1993 novel The Brothers.) They pick
up Mike, her father, only six years older than Del, and later her
contemporary Penny.
The four travel to the site of the Kennedy assassination in Dallas,
then, more aimlessly, to tourist attractions and UFO centers in New
Mexico and Arizona. There they abandon the California trip because Mike
and Penny want to get on with a life together and Jen and Del discover
that the natural sights of the Southwest "lift you up and make you
feel like everything's possible, everything's worthwhile"
and that "We've got to find some new things to love"
before deciding to get married and settle down.
While the Wordsworthian resolution seems imposed, it is less
problematic than the female characters. Penny has no voice of her own.
Her poststructuralist analysis of genital painting is unlike anything
else she says, which is not much, and not interesting. But Jen, absorbed
in a self that has little capacity, deserves far less attention and
admiration than the first-person narrator gives her, which makes the
reader wonder why he is worth listening to or caring about. As even
Penny knows about Jen's attraction to media reports of various
disasters, "You don't have to go that far to get a real
feeling."
The novel does come to life in the conversations between Del and
Mike, who sees from the beginning that the California quest is futile,
and in Del's monologues about the failure of his marriage and his
memories of a home movie featuring his mother. At the end, Mike gets a
girlfriend his daughter's age, while Del is belatedly emulating
Mike's square, stable life.
But too much else gets in the way. Perhaps Barthelme's method
and speed of composition are to blame. In the summer of 1994 Barthelme
traveled through New Mexico and Arizona, composing on a tape recorder
and editing from transcriptions. This accounts for the distortion of New
Mexico's Elephant Butte into Elephant View and for undigested
travel-guide material and tossed-off opinions like the one about Salman
Rushdie being "a self-absorbed nit milking his dinky assassination
threat."
These are remarks, and as Gertrude Stein said to Ernest Hemingway,
"Remarks are not literature." To put it another way, Barthelme
has not taken enough care to absorb discursive material into a fictional
pattern, so that his usual deceptively casual method seems in this novel
merely careless.
Barthelme has written better books, notably the marvelous Two Against
One (1988), and when he gets rid of Jen, her computer, and his tape
recorder, he will do so again.
Robert Murray Davis University of Oklahoma