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Wry luminary trips the light fantastic with stars in tow

Gore Vidal blows his own trumpet in `Point to Point Navigation,' but he does play many a good tune from his life-long repertoire of anecdotes

By Janet Maslin  /  NY TIMES NEWS SERVICE , NEW YORK

POINT TO POINT NAVIGATIONBy Gore Vidal
277 pages
Doubleday

The title of Gore Vidal's Point to Point Navigation refers to the dangerous feat of steering a ship without the benefit of a compass. It also says something about the zigzagging course of Vidal's richly eventful life. And it suggests a vision of seafaring in which celebrated figures from the realms of art and politics serve as landmarks. While he name-drops captivatingly about these other luminaries, Vidal reserves for himself the all-important role of North Star.

As a memoir (his second, after Palimpsest), Point to Point Navigation is as meandering as its title indicates. That's a compliment: It takes an adroit raconteur to skip so entertainingly among seemingly unrelated subjects without losing track of each anecdote's destination.

Had it been organized more rigorously, this book would have suffered. Great gaps and inconsistencies would have shown. As it is, Vidal's immense charm turns sketchiness and obliqueness into unexpected virtues. An example: Among the many photographs included in Point to Point Navigation is a flattering (but of course) picture of Vidal, in his dashing mid-30s, hovering over "Claire Luce," as the caption misspells her first name. (It was Clare.)

Both are in elegant evening clothes, and she gazes up at him raptly. But Luce is not mentioned anywhere in the text of the book. And they are at a 1961 party that Vidal has not otherwise described. What is this picture doing here? The point, to the extent that there is one, is that Vidal was president of the jury at the Venice Film Festival nearly 30 years later. This picture was taken in what was once the study of Robert Browning. "Each has just misquoted him," says the caption. And that's that: a brief, beguiling and amusingly convoluted, free-floating memory. Its sheer irrelevance to the rest of the book is what makes it fit so perfectly.

"Recently I observed to a passing tape recorder that I was once a famous novelist," Vidal writes with typical diffidence at the start of this book. "I am still here but the category is not." This strain of mock-facetious mourning is what gives Point to Point Navigation true ballast and keeps the author's stray memories from drifting off in all directions. Although the prolific pace of Vidal's writing may mean there is much more to come, he has composed this volume in a valedictory spirit. He will depart on an eloquent grace note if it turns out to be his last.

"Those of us whose careers began in the 20th century are now rapidly fleeing the 21st, with good reason," writes Vidal, who says he is in failing health and last month passed his 81st birthday. He considered calling this book Between Obituaries, and, again, with good reason.

Its most poignant passages describe the death of his beloved companion of 53 years, Howard Auster. Vidal includes a photograph of himself near what will be their shared gravesite. Auster is interred in Rock Creek Cemetery in Washington, "as I shall be in due course," Vidal writes archly, "when I take time off from my busy schedule."

The farewell spirit extends to many lost friends and colleagues, summoned in Vidal's variously fond or feline moods, so that Susan Sontag is recalled as "the winner of so many skirmishes in her long campaign against oblivion." If there is a caustic, competitive tinge to his appraisal of her work, there is also wry appreciation that her final resting place in Paris is close to those of Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre. "Not too bad for a graduate of Hollywood High," he writes.

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