CLIVE THE CLAIRVOYANT

Is prescience in the eye of the beholder? You decide. "The Silver Castle," a novel by my favorite literary critic, Clive James, tells the story of a waif from the Bombay slums who dreams of becoming a movie star. Toward the end of the novel -- which, by the way, was published in 1996 -- there's a dinner party at the home of a ravishing actress who has reached the pinnacle of Bollywood success.

Dinner conversation among the film producers and local intelligentsia drifts from Oliver Stone's "JFK" to hero worship to Gandhi and, inevitably, focuses on the future of India. A newspaper editor, who becomes the center of this set piece, then gets into a discussion about western influence with a couple of the producers.

"Surely now we have the greatest opportunity we have ever had," said the first producer. "Secularization. A free market. At last we can grow."

"Secularization," said the editor, "will mean nothing without tolerance. What we want from the West is their tolerance for belief, not their lack of belief. Under the old Empire the British left recruitment for the army to the tribes and castes, and look what happened. The movement towards tolerance was nipped in the bud. With bayonets. And now this new secularization is the biggest threat to tolerance there has ever been."

"How is that?" said the second producer.

"Because it will leave each religion prey to its own fanatics. It will strip each religion of its reasonable people and leave only the mad bombers who really have had only one religion all along. That is fundamentalism. Whose only expression is terror. The biggest threat we face. The great world threat of the next century, and it is already here."

Seems like a bulls-eye to me. Can the paradox of the U.S. dilemma be made any clearer as we try to build a secular Iraqi democracy without unleashing the religious fanatics? Now, with the Pentagon taking lessons from reel life (so it can apply to Baghdad what it learns from a screening of "The Battle of Algiers"), anyone for setting up a Pentagon reading room? Suggestions for titles are welcome.

September 4, 2003 3:20 AM |

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'WILD SIDE' STILL ROCKS 

Nelson Algren was one of the great American authors of the 20th century, it is no exaggeration to say, and among the most neglected. Consider his underrated classic, "A Walk on the Wild Side." The title -- popularized and co-opted as an idiomatic phrase by Hollywood and Madison Avenue (institutions Algren loathed) -- is familiar to most anyone who speaks English or knows Lou Reed's lyrics. But the novel itself? Hardly.

BUSTER KEATON REVISITED 
Buster Keaton: Tempest in a Flat Hat is not a biography. "This book is merely a fan's notes," Edward McPherson writes in the introduction, although his publisher ignores the disclaimer and calls it a biography on the cover. In fact, the book is a bit of both, a difficult combination to bring off unless you're David Thomson, who set the standard with Rosebud, his penetrating rumination on the life and career of Orson Welles, which was nothing if not a distillation of every obsessive thought he ever had about the myth and the man and all his movies.
LAUREN BACALL, STILL SALTY AT 80 
When Lauren Bacall writes that her singing voice ranges "somewhere between B minus sharp and outer space," she's being candid and funny. It's not every stage star with two Tony Awards for best actress in a musical whose vocal talent offers so little promise. (OK, Harvey Fierstein excepted.) Still less would one admit it.
THE STARS ACCORDING TO BOGDANOVICH 
Peter Bogdanovich's superb collection of movie-star profiles and interviews -- a sequel to Who the Devil Made It, his interviews of top film directors -- begins with an affectionate tale about Orson Welles that reminds us just how intimate the author's connection to Hollywood's greatest has been. But contrary to what we've come to expect from dime-a-dozen celebrities and celebrity interviews not worth two cents, the tale avoids bromidic egotism and journalistic platitudes.
SAMMY'S WHITE DREAMS 
Four decades ago Lenny Bruce sentenced Sammy Davis Jr. to "30 years in Biloxi," stripping him of "his Jewish star" and "his religious statue of Elizabeth Taylor." Now we have two new biographies of Davis that spring him from ridicule, if not from doubts about his legacy, and restore a measure of dignity to a black entertainer whose huge fame and success never overcame his devout wish -- indeed his lifelong effort -- to be white.
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