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No American writer dribbles a sentence quite like John Edgar Wideman.
Watching him thread language between his legs and around the back is a
bit like watching a Harlem Globetrotter vamp. See it a few times and you
can forget how much skill is involved.
There is one opponent Wideman cannot entirely shake with this dance,
though, and that is life itself. Over the past two decades Wideman has
given us three separate memoirs about events that have indelibly marked
him--the life imprisonment of his younger brother Robby (in "Brothers
and Keepers") and the life imprisonment of his son, Jacob (in
"Fatheralong"). A nephew was also murdered. (Wideman's novel "Two
Cities" is dedicated to him.)
And so, although he graduated from an Ivy League school, became a
Rhodes Scholar, taught at fine universities and became the only
American
writer to twice win the PEN/Faulkner Prize, John Edgar Wideman has
remained painfully intimate with the cancers of violence, drug use and
institutionalized poverty that afflict the African-American community.
Success has not given him a reprieve.
"God's Gym," Wideman's latest dazzling collection of short
fiction, reveals what happens when a writer of such prodigious facility
wrestles with the demon of storytelling itself.
Readers used to short fiction coming from a safe remove ought to be
forewarned here: "God's Gym" is close to the bone. In "Weight,"
for
instance, a narrator tries to write his way into his mother's mind
through her body and discovers she is suddenly talking back, irritated
by being used in fiction. "That's what upset you, wasn't it," the
narrator quips back. "Saying goodbye to you. Practicing for your death
in a story."
Wideman's prose has always had a worked quality to it, and does here
too, but in the last ten years he's layered in this jittery
self-consciousness with restraint. He also knows it's good to
occasionally let go and simply play, as he does in "The Silence of
Thelonius Monk," which opens with a fistfight between two poets, turns
into a love story, and then delivers a biography of sorts on the jazz
great from its title.
Wideman has a reckoning to make, and aside from his obvious lyrical
gifts, witnessing that on the page is one big reason why you should buy
these stories, take them home, and hold on tight. "God's Gym"
Stories by John Edgar Wideman
Houghton Mifflin, $23, 175 pages
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