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Articulations
By Robert Faires
OCTOBER 27, 1997:
The Michener Legacy
The death last week of James Michener was not one of those celebrity passings
that catches the world off-guard. In this case, the celebrity was 90 years old and
had been in ill health for years. When he removed himself from dialysis earlier this
month, Michener as much as signaled the world that he would be leaving it soon. The
death we were ready for. But as the news of his death circulated and people began
to recall the man and what he had done, something did take us by surprise: the astonishing
scope of his achievements and his contributions to the world in general and Austin
in particular. The basics came to most everyone easily -- the Pulitzer for Tales
of the South Pacific, which became the basis for the popular Rodgers & Hammerstein
musical; the sprawling epics of place that topped the bestseller lists for three
decades: Hawaii, Centennial, Chesapeake, Texas, et al. But we didn't know or we managed
to forget so much else: two dozen non-fiction books, ranging from war reportage to
art appreciation; the gift of 376 works of American art to UT's Huntington Gallery,
a gift second in value only to the 5,400 Japanese prints that he and his wife Mari
gave to the Honolulu Academy of Art; the founding of the Texas Center for
Writers; the $10 million commitment to UT's Blanton Museum of Art; support
in millions of dollars to institutions which were significant in his life. Maybe
because he came to Austin late in life after living many other places, maybe because
he did not seek the local spotlight, it was easy to assume that he was not deeply
involved in the life of this city. His gifts remind us that James Michener took root
here as solidly as a live oak, and he made sure that generations of Austinites will
be able to enjoy great art and to pursue careers in writing.

I've read a few of Mr. Michener's novels, in fact, had a serious fling with his
writing in my teens, but I'll leave it to others to ponder his literary legacy (Next
week's "Books" will have a piece on Michener.). Instead, I'll share two
personal notes about Michener the arts patron. In the early Eighties, when Michener
had just come to town to write Texas, Capitol City Playhouse staged a production
of South Pacific and invited the writer to see it. God bless him, he came, though
who knows how many productions (and bad ones) of that show he'd had to sit through.
I saw him nod off during the performance, which I couldn't begrudge him. I just marveled
that he made the effort to come to see one more community group do the show from
his book. Then there's the Michener Collection housed in the Harry Ransom Humanities
Research Center. I've been visiting it for a full 20 years now, and through its
ongoing display, I've been able not only to see an impressive range of 20th-century
American art and learn what it means, but to develop, for lack of a better word,
relationships with the paintings in the collection. I have grown familiar with them,
and certain of them have become old friends that comfort me, renew me, inspire me
when I am in their presence. Through James Michener, I have learned how to be friends
with art. That too is part of his legacy. Rest in peace.
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