4 Page 8 -The Michigan Daily-Monday, October 5, 1987 Books A Cannibal in By Tama Janowitz Crown Press $17.95/hardcover Manhattan. Tama Janowitz - it's hard not to know the name. Since the critical and public success of her short story collection, Slaves of New York, she's been seen everywhere from amaretto ads in magazines to MTV. Tama is a marketing firm's delight - she's young, pretty, intelligent, and knows all the right people and places - a perfect package. So it's no surprise t h a t Janowitz's latest effort, A Cannibal in Manhattan, comes equally well- packaged. From the dedication to Andy Warhol to the collection of photographs detailing episodes in the novel to the cute drawings beginning and ending the chapters, the novel oozes hipness. The story is supposedly the auto- biography of Mgungu Yabba Mgungu, a reformed cannibal from the South Seas island of New Burnt Norton. Here Mgungu lives a content life with his three wives, but he is not completely happy: "I now know I had never been satisfied with my life as a savage. Always there has been with me the feeling: none of this has anything to do with you. As if all my life I had been experiencing a divorce, or at least a temporary separation from my true self. During the days when cannibalism was still chic, there had been a reason for me to live, a purpose in life, so to speak." Mgungu obviously is not your average cannibal. He knows a lot about the Western world from reading books like Ulysses and old American magazines. Maria Fishburn, a Manhattan socialite and Peace Corps worker, meets 1Pm and insists that Mgungu come to New York with her. Mgungu can't refuse this offer, so he flies off to New York's "Mr. Kennedy's Airport." Here the story really picks up momentum. From Mgungu's first cab ride - it cost him $189 - to his first cocktail party, Janowitz, through Mgungu's naive narration, makes the reader laugh out loud. At a party that Maria took him to, Mgungu makes "my terrible faux pas." He overheard a man saying that the floral centerpiece was tasteless, so Mgungu recalls: "I found that I had to taste one for myself and so climbed upon the table, reached across vegetables, plucked one from the center of the arrangement, and began to munch on it. And it was not tasteless but only delicate and with a slight waxy savor to it." However, from here, for both the plot and Mgungu, it's all downhill. Mgungu becomes involved with cannibals of another kind - those who feed on innocents like Mgungu. As one man tells him, " ... you see the world around you as a scene painted for scene painting's sake, when in fact it is not only highly representative but also symbolic. And these symbols you are not interpreting but simply letting pass you by." In other words, Mgungu, while natively intelligent, is not attune to the devious side of human nature. If one wants to take this novel at a moralistic level, Janowitz seems to be asking, "Is our society really more civilized than Mgungu's?" However, the reader is never sure of the response. Instead of approaching the book on this level, enjoy A Cannibal in Manhattan for its witty pokes at the trendy, artsy side of America and for its clever packaging. If taken beyond that, it might be disappointing. -Lisa Magnino" 4 I Necros play Pig for a rare hometown g9g (Continued from Page 7) understand that. Especially the whole long-haired aspect of the hair-in-the- face kind of thing. It has its importance, but basically it's for fun." In immersing themselves elbow- deep in the "rock and roll joke," a typical Necros show resembles an unstable collision between arma- geddon and entertainment. "Lots of beer, lots of rowdiness, a real fun time," describes Henssler. "Our whole trip is to have lots of obnoxious fun. The best party to go to would be one of our shows." Blind Pig with opening act Gone In 60 Seconds. Doors open at 9 p.m. Cover is $5. Be there or be in Alabama. Records (Cot. tinued from Page?7) I [ama Janowitz, author of 'Cannibal in about artsy, downtown New Yorkers. The Necros play tonight at the used to pen some very pleasant, enjoyable pop tunes. Now they're playing whiney pop dribble. After their last tour, Dumptruck songwriters Kirk Swan and Seth Tiven went separate ways. Tiven kept the band name (and the drummer), and found two other players to join him. Unfortunately, a lot of the band's character left with this "break up" of sorts. "Carefree" ,k rides an easy current with double jangling guitars and a riding rhythm, and there's a few other bright spots on For the Country such as the surging, Byrdsy "Going Nowhere." 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