Author enjoys time traveling with 'Strangers' -- and so will readers

November 03, 2004|Globe Correspondent

The Bird Man and the Lap Dancer: Close Encounters with Strangers, By Eric Hansen, Pantheon, 240pp, $24

Having great material is only one piece of making a good book. The other piece is knowing what to do with it. In Eric Hansen's new book, the two come together for a wonderful and satisfying read.

"The Bird Man and the Lap Dancer" is a first-person account of the author's adventures around the world, and it is inherently dramatic stuff. Hansen survives a cyclone while on a fishing boat off the coast of Australia. He undertakes a dangerous journey in a Borneo rain forest to help a grieving husband look for his wife's lost engagement ring after she is killed in a plane crash. In Calcutta, he works at Mother Teresa's Home for the Dying and Destitute. In a drug-infested apartment house in Manhattan's Washington Heights neighborhood, he learns to make blini and piroshki with the elderly Russian woman who became the New York City Ballet's favorite Russian cook.

This is a lot of adventure for even an intrepid traveler like Hansen, whose earlier books include accounts of being shipwrecked and rescued by smugglers. True, the author draws from 25 years' worth of exploring the globe for his newest book. Still, it is obvious that Hansen has a knack for meeting interesting people and getting himself into unusual -- to put it mildly -- situations.

A less confident writer might emphasize this talent, but Hansen displays no trace of "Hey, look at me, I must be an interesting person since these things are happening to me," the tendency that shows up in far too many memoirs and travel books. The title story follows a group of strippers and Oliver Sparrow, the middle-aged wildlife biologist who watches them dance by night, and takes them bird-watching by day. Sparrow confides to Hansen, "I sometimes help them go shopping for outfits for the club, but I think my real value is that I can sit quietly and listen to them when they need someone to talk to. Their lives are pretty complicated."

There must be something in Hansen that allows people to invite him along into their lives and reveal themselves to him, but it is left to the reader to draw this conclusion. Whether Hansen sees himself as remarkable -- and he well may -- the impression he gives on the page is not, "Look at me," but, "Look at this." It is the sense that he has found something he simply must share with the reader.

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