| A Review of: Transient Dancing by Nancy WigstonActor, singer, novelist, Gale Zo Garnett's stories are infused with
flair and drama. Not for her the moody study of depression in the
North. Her first novel, Visible Amazement, unfolded the coming-of-age
of young Roanne Chappell, a talented cartoonist, whose bohemian
mother had moved from London to British Columbia to pursue her art.
Bolting after her sexuality clashed with her mother's, Roanne began
a journey that took her to California, where she discovered kind
men and damaged girls. Such was Garnett's sparkling talent for
writing character and scene that we hardly noticed the improbability
of a girl discovering the paradise of orgasms at a young age with
her handsome older lover, or questioned the coincidences that wove
Garnett's narrative together.
And now comes Transient Dancing. Working on an even larger canvas,
Garnett paints a history of the modern American civil rights struggle,
the arrival of the age of AIDS, while offering for our consideration
another younger-older lover duo. Her travels range much further
this time: from Washington and Hollywood, to Sweden, a Greek island,
and finally, London. It all begins in Greece, with the chance
encounter of two black Americans. Of the two, the thirtyish former
actor John G. Reed, is the more rooted and rounded character. Having
fled the States, or at the least having firmly decided not to return,
Johnny has found a home on the island of Ydra, where he has a job,
a wife and a daughter. Working as a waiter, singing at night, he
puts on a show for extra tips, much to the chagrin and annoyance
of the newcomer, lifetime civil rights activist Theodore
("Theddo") Daniels, who resents what he sees as Johnny's
"Stepin Fetchit" routine. Physically large, Daniels also
looms large throughout the narrative. James Earl Jones could play
Daniels in the movie version; he's that kind of presence.
Johnny and Daniels meet, they argue, then fight, then reconcile,
in a long scene that reads like a screenwriter's meet-cute'. The
younger man brings the older one home, to meet his wife, Soula, who
tells him to shower because he smells like "donkeyshit"
and then sits him down to brandy and pastries. All of Daniels's
books are on Johnny's bookshelves. Following movie logic, the men
become fast friends, although there will come a moment when Soula
gets nervous about having Daniels cooking in her kitchen when she
realizes he has AIDS. This unlikely beginning, the meeting of two
black men, scarred in their various ways by their life experiences,
reads like a happy ending. Garnett then delves deeply into the meat
of her story: the past.
"The past isn't over," William Faulkner once wrote,
"it isn't even past." Certainly this is true for Reed and
for Daniels, whose stories share roots in American racism. Reed's
story begins in North Carolina. His acting talent takes him to the
Manhattan Actor's Playhouse on full scholarship in 1971, where he
intends to become "the next Sidney Poitier." As Garnett
unpeels the layers of the actor's world, she reveals a place where
youthful optimism and loyal friendships inexplicably can turn sour
at career-building time. Being black makes it harder for John to
succeed, as he tries to eschew parts that fill him with "an
unacceptable sense of shame." Garnett writes scenes showing
how the electric current of talent can create fireworks on stage,
whereas film-film can be whittled down until a brilliant piece of
acting virtually disappears. Being black, but also male, John
encounters problems in the phony Hollywood scene, when his girl
friend and occasional lover becomes involved with a sleazy,
uber-powerful Hollywood agent.
Loyalty, friendship, talent, dignity-these are John's virtues. That
they are not valued in the movie biz hardly comes as news, but
Garnett moves with such assurance in the world of actors and agents
that his story seems both true and individual. Johnny has relocated
to a small perfect island far from where he was born. Theddo Daniels
has a story to tell too, and has come to Hydra to write his biography.
Whereas John Reed paid with his career for being what he was-an
honest black male-Daniels has been acting a role in public life
that he has never acknowledged. As the leader of InterAfrA, a lobby
group with considerable clout in Washington, Daniels has hidden his
homosexuality from all but a few close friends.
He knows the "brothers" don't like gays, and his commitment
to his cause has been his excuse for hiding his true nature from
the public, going so far as to use a woman friend, a closeted lesbian
senator, to mask his preference. Although Daniels remains a rather
wooden figure, Garnett calls on her magical creative powers when
she brings to life his lover, the "transient dancer" of
the title. Swedish (and therefore very white), young, with a rent
boy past, Bjorn (rhymes with yearn) Nilsson could hardly be a more
disastrous match for middle-aged, respectable Daniels, in Stockholm
to attend a World in Colour conference. Yet, like Roanne Chappell,
young Mr. Nilsson possesses a major talent: he can dance. This
talent-and the brutality he has endured, shown in a brief but
shocking club scene-provoke the older American's interest and
sympathy.
Few writers handle the tricky subject of gay liaisons with as much
grace as Garnett does here. She shows us a younger man, talented
and charming, who is also petulant, unfaithful, and who poses a
real danger to the good works' done by his elder lover. As a secret
kept among a trusted few in high places, Bjorn, dancing his
"Monster Dance" of creativity and sickness, provides
Theddo's story with its touching and comic highlights. These closeted
chapters in Theddo's life, well and truly told, guarantee that his
memoir becomes a bestseller.
Garnett, while telling Theddo's story, demonstrates her sure expertise
at evoking foreign places. A club, a hotel, a remote island in
Sweden-she paints these scenes with fresh and memorable strokes.
Washington and environs emerge just as vividly, after the young
dancer shows up seeking love and refuge. Oddly, it's Greece, with
its heavy chapter titles and tedious phonetic spellings and
translations, that emerges as Garnett's least endearing bit of
geography.
Performing her story-telling dance, Garnett balances her happy
outcome with a final, horrific memory. Surprisingly, this one belongs
to Johnny's wife, Soula. Her fears for her daughter, sailing off
to London with a scholarship, in the care of the revered Theddo
Daniels, are encapsulated in a scene from her own stay as a foreigner
in London, years ago. A brutally vivid experience in the Underground
bubbles up into the present, blotting out the sunny day in Greece
as she watches her child embarking on her adult journey. Johnny
consoles her: "What happened to you doesn't happen to everybody.
He said this knowing well that something happens to everybody."
And so Garnett brings the dance of her characters' lives to its
end, pausing on the threshold of a new beginning.
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