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RICHARD EDER

Lethal Riches

GAIN. \o7 By Richard Powers (Farrar, Straus and Giroux: 356 pp., $25)\f7

June 21, 1998|RICHARD EDER

John Winthrop's shining city on a hill not only rests upon a graveyard, according to Richard Powers, it creates one. So have all cities done, over all time, and perhaps this opens a pinprick leak in the bladder Powers thwacks at the Calvinist props beneath the American dream.

Powers is a writer of blistering intellect; he has only to think about a subject and the paint curls off. He is a novelist of ideas and a novelist of witness, and in both respects he has few American peers. His weakness is a matter of relative velocities: the ideas that his characters ride go whizzing past, stuck at high throttle, while the characters themselves can be left sprawling in an indistinguishable dust.

In his last novel, "Galatea 2.2," whose narrator falls in love with the supercomputer he has programmed with even-better-than-human qualities, Powers came close to creating the soul of a machine. The concept was developed so imaginatively that even though other parts of the novel clunked, it was a message of sorrow from the far side of the universe.

"Gain," which takes on another large idea, lacks similar resonance. It is a blast at the destruction, ecological and otherwise, wrought by the Bonnie-and-Clyde-like partnership between American technology and American capitalism. As a thesis, it is well and sometimes brilliantly observed, though perhaps less well argued. As a novel, it mobilizes a story and characters less vigorous than the message they carry.

"Gain" consists of two narratives told in alternating short chapters. One is the 170-year story of the Clare industrial empire, from its beginnings early in the 1800s, when Jephthah Clare arrived in Boston from England to sell a load of Wedgewood china, to its present as a multinational manufacturer of cosmetics, fertilizer, liquor and detergents. The other tells of the final months of Laura Bodey, who lives in Lacewood, Ill., site of one of Clare's principal manufacturing branches. In the late 1990s, she is stricken by metastasizing ovarian cancer.

The two stories are at once disconnected and bound in an unsparing reciprocal irony. The Clare sections make up a social, economic and technological history of American growth, from trade and artisanry to industrial innovation and expansion to marketing, promotion and the development of chemical processes increasingly poisonous to the environment.

The accounts of Clare's growth spurts are followed by the painful details of a different growth. What begins as an apparently routine cyst operation in the life of a busy woman progresses down through Dantean circles of medical hell. The link between the two kinds of expansion--apparent to the reader from the start, and that is a defect--is strengthened by evidence of the high incidence of cancer among Clare's workers and others living in Lacewood.

Thus Powers' title and theme. "Gain" is denunciatory but not casual irony. The ease, cheap availability and abundance of things in American lives--the envy of most of the world--is gain, of a sort, for those who consume it as well as for those who manufacture and market it. What it really gains is another question. The theme is set early:

"There must have been a time when Lacewood did not mean Clare, Incorporated. But no one remembered it. . . . The two names always came joined in the same breath. All the grace ever shed on Lacewood flowed through that company's broad conduit. The big black boxes on the edge of town sieved diamonds from out of the mud. And Lacewood became the riches that it made."

Powers sees more than lethal riches in the bargain America has made with industry. There is, as well, a mystique of production, going back to Calvinist forebears and perhaps more insidiously lethal. It is introduced in the very first paragraph:

"Day had a way of shaking Lacewood awake. Slapping it lightly, like a newborn. Rubbing its wrists and reviving it. On warm mornings, you remembered: this is why we do things. Make hay, here, while the sun shines. Work for the night is coming. Work now, for there is no work in the place where you are going."

A quasi-religious ethic is evoked for the early years of Jephthah Clare and his sons. When protective tariffs threaten their trading company, they seek out a product that the tariffs will protect. An immigrant Irish soap- and candle-maker with an especially delicate touch is hired; painfully, the Clare family builds up a nationwide trade in soap, profiting by the Civil War to become purveyors to the Union Army.

Late in the century new activities and sources of financing are brought in. Industrial purpose gives way to a stress on marketing and promotion. In the 20th century the impersonal need to expand profits--by now Clare is a publicly held corporation--dictates further broadening until the company has become an international conglomerate.

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