Wilder sat on a tall stool in front of the stove, watching water boil in a small enamel1 pot. He seemed fascinated by theprocess. I wondered if he'd uncovered some splendid connection between things he'd always thought of as separate.
The kitchen is routinely rich in such moments, perhaps for me as much as for him.
Steffie walked in saying, "I'm the only person I know who likes Wednesdays." Wilder's absorption seemed to interesther. She went and stood next to him, trying to figure out what attracted him to the agitated2 water. She leaned over thepot, looking for an egg.
A jingle3 for a product called Ray-Ban Wayfarer4 began running through my head.
"How did the evacuation go?""A lot of people never showed up. We waited around, moaning.""They show up for the real ones," I said.
"Then it's too late."The light was bright and cool, making objects glow. Steffie was dressed for the outdoors, a schoolday morning, butremained at the stove, looking from Wilder to the pot and back, trying to intersect the lines of his curiosity andwonder.
"Baba says you got a letter.""My mother wants me to visit at Easter.""Good. Do you want to go? Of course you do. You like your mother. She's in Mexico City now, isn't she?""Who'll take me?""I'll take you to the airport. Your mother will pick you up at the other end. It's easy. Bee does it all the time. You likeBee."The enormity of the mission, of flying to a foreign country at nearly supersonic speed, at thirty thousand feet, alone,in a humped container of titanium and steel, caused her to grow momentarily silent. We watched the water boil.
"I signed up to be a victim again. It's just before Easter. So I think I have to stay here.""Another evacuation? What's the occasion this time?""A funny smell.""You mean some chemical from a plant across the river?""I guess so.""What do you do as the victim of a smell?""They have to tell us yet.""I'm sure they won't mind excusing you just this once. I'll write a note," I said.
My first and fourth marriages were to Dana Breedlove, who is Steffie's mother. The first marriage worked wellenough to encourage us to try again as soon as it became mutually convenient. When we did, after the melancholyepochs of Janet Savory5 and Tweedy Browner, things proceeded to fall apart. But not before Stephanie Rose wasconceived, a star-hung night in Barbados. Dana was there to bribe6 an official.
She told me very little about her intelligence work. I knew she reviewed fiction for the CIA, mainly long seriousnovels with coded structures. The work left her tired and irritable7, rarely able to enjoy food, sex or conversation. Shespoke Spanish to someone on the telephone, was a hyperactive mother, shining with an eerie8 stormlight intensity9.
The long novels kept arriving in the mail.
It was curious how I kept stumbling into the company of lives in intelligence. Dana worked part-time as a spy.
Tweedy came from a distinguished10 old family that had a long tradition of spying and counterspying and she was nowmarried to a high-level jungle operative. Janet, before retiring to the ashram, was a foreign-currency analyst11 who didresearch for a secret group of advanced theorists connected to some controversial think-tank. All she told me is thatthey never met in the same place twice.
Some of my adoration12 of Babette must have been sheer relief. She was not a keeper of secrets, at least not until herdeath fears drove her into a frenzy13 of clandestine14 research and erotic deception15. I thought of Mr. Gray and hispendulous member. The image was hazy16, unfinished. The man was literally17 gray, giving off a visual buzz.
The water progressed to a rolling boil. Steffie helped the boy down from his perch18. I ran into 6abette on my way tothe front door. We exchanged the simple but deeply sincere question we'd been asking each other two or three timesa day since the night of the Dylar revelations. "How do you feel?" Asking the question, hearing it asked, made usboth feel better. I bounded upstairs to find my glasses.
The National Cancer Quiz was on TV.
In the lunchroom in Centenary Hall, I watched Murray sniff19 his utensils20. There was a special pallor in the faces of theNew York émigrés. Lasher21 and Grappa in particular. They had the wanness22 of obsession23, of powerful appetitesconfined to small spaces. Murray said that Elliot Lasher had a film noir face. His features were sharply defined, hishair perfumed with some oily extract. I had the curious thought that these men were nostalgic for black-and-white,their longings24 dominated by achromatic values, personal extremes of postwar urban gray.
Alfonse Stompanato sat down, radiating aggression25 and threat. He seemed to be watching me, one department headmeasuring the aura of another. There was a Brooklyn Dodger26 emblem27 sewed to the front of his gown.
Lasher wadded up a paper napkin and tossed it at someone two tables away. Then he stared at Grappa.
"Who was the greatest influence on your life?" he said in a hostile tone.
"Richard Widmark in Kiss of Death. When Richard Widmark pushed that old lady in that wheelchair down thatflight of stairs, it was like a personal breakthrough for me. It resolved a number of conflicts. I copied RichardWidmark's sadistic28 laugh and used it for ten years. It got me through some tough emotional periods. RichardWidmark as Tommy Udo in Henry Hathaway's Kiss of Death. Remember that creepy laugh? Hyena-faced. Aghoulish titter. It clarified a number of things in my life. Helped me become a person.""Did you ever spit in your soda29 bottle so you wouldn't have to share your drink with the other kids?""It was an automatic thing. Some guys even spit in their sandwiches. After we pitched pennies to the wall, we'd buystuff to eat and drink. There was always a flurry of spitting. Guys spit on their fudge pops, their charlotte russes.""How old were you when you first realized your father was a jerk?""Twelve and a half," Grappa said. "I was sitting in the balcony at the Loew's Fairmont watching Fritz Lang's Clashby Night with Barbara Stanwyck as Mae Doyle, Paul Douglas as Jerry d'Amato and the great Robert Ryan as EarlPfeiffer. Featuring J. Carroll Naish, Keith Andes and the early Marilyn Monroe. Shot in thirty-two days. Black andwhite.""Did you ever get an erection from a dental hygienist rubbing against your arm while she cleaned your teeth?""More times than I can count.""When you bite dead skin off your thumb, do you eat it or spit it out?""Chew it briefly30, then propel it swiftly from the end of the tongue.""Do you ever close your eyes," Lasher said, "while you're driving on a highway?""I closed my eyes on 95 North for eight full seconds. Eight seconds is my personal best. I've closed my eyes for up tosix seconds on winding31 country roads but that's only doing thirty or thirty-five. On multilane highways I usuallyhover at seventy before I close my eyes. You do this on straightaways. I've closed my eyes for up to five seconds onstraightaways driving with other people in the car. You wait till they're drowsy32 is how you do it."Grappa had a round moist worried face. There was something in it of a sweet boy betrayed. I watched him light up acigarette, shake out the match and toss it into Murray's salad.
"How much pleasure did you take as a kid," Lasher said, "in imagining yourself dead?""Never mind as a kid," Grappa said. "I still do it all the time. Whenever I'm upset over something, I imagine all myfriends, relatives and colleagues gathered at my bier. They are very, very sorry they weren't nicer to me while I lived.
Self-pity is something I've worked very hard to maintain. Why abandon it just because you grow up? Self-pity issomething that children are very good at, which must mean it is natural and important. Imagining yourself dead is thecheapest, sleaziest, most satisfying form of childish self-pity. How sad and remorseful33 and guilty all those people are,standing by your great bronze coffin34. They can't even look each other in the eye because they know that the death ofthis decent and compassionate35 man is the result of a conspiracy36 they all took part in. The coffin is banked withflowers and lined with a napped fabric37 in salmon38 or peach. What wonderful cross-currents of self-pity andself-esteem you are able to wallow in, seeing yourself laid out in a dark suit and tie, looking tanned, fit and rested, asthey say of presidents after vacations. But there is something even more childish and satisfying than self-pity,something that explains why I try to see myself dead on a regular basis, a great fellow surrounded by snivelingmourners. It is my way of punishing people for thinking their own lives are more important than mine."Lasher said to Murray, "We ought to have an official Day of the Dead. Like the Mexicans.""We do. It's called Super Bowl Week."I didn't want to listen to this. I had my own dying to dwell upon, independent of fantasies. Not that I thought Grappa'sremarks were ill-founded. His sense of conspiracy aroused in me a particular ripple39 of response. This is what weforgive on our deathbeds, not lovelessness or greed. We forgive them for their ability to put themselves at a distance,to scheme in silence against us, do us, effectively, in.
I watched Alfonse reassert his bearish40 presence with a shoulder-rolling gesture. I took this as a sign that he waswanning up to speak. I wanted to bolt, make off suddenly, run.
"In New York," he said, looking directly at me, "people ask if you have a good internist. This is where true power lies.
The inner organs. Liver, kidneys, stomach, intestines41, pancreas. Internal medicine is the magic brew42. You acquirestrength and charisma43 from a good internist totally aside from the treatment he provides. People ask about taxlawyers, estate planners, dope dealers44. But it's the internist who really matters. 'Who's your internist?' someone willsay in a challenging tone. The question implies that if your internist's name is unfamiliar45, you are certain to die of amushroom-shaped tumor46 on your pancreas. You are meant to feel inferior and doomed47 not just because your innerorgans may be trickling48 blood but because you don't know who to see about it, how to make contacts, how to makeyour way in the world. Never mind the military-industrial complex. The real power is wielded49 every day, in theselittle challenges and intimidations, by people just like us."I gulped50 down my dessert and slipped away from the table. Outside I waited for Murray. When he emerged I held hisarm just-above the elbow and we walked across campus like a pair of European senior citizens, heads bowed inconversation.
"How do you listen to that?" I said. "Death and disease. Do they talk like that all the time?""When I covered sports, I used to get together with the other writers on the road. Hotel rooms, planes, taxis,restaurants. There was only one topic of conversation. Sex and death.""That's two topics.""You're right, Jack51.""I would hate to believe they are inextricably linked.""It's just that on the road everything is linked. Everything and nothing, to be precise."We walked past small mounds52 of melting snow.
"How is your car crash seminar progressing?""We've looked at hundreds of crash sequences. Cars with cars. Cars with trucks. Trucks with buses. Motorcycleswith cars. Cars with helicopters. Trucks with trucks. My students think these movies are prophetic. They mark thesuicide wish of technology.
The drive to suicide, the hurtling rush to suicide.""What do you say to them?""These are mainly B-movies, TV movies, rural drive-in movies. I tell my students not to look for apocalypse in suchplaces. I see these car crashes as part of a long tradition of American optimism. They are positive events, full of theold 'can-do' spirit. Each car crash is meant to be better than the last. There is a constant upgrading of tools and skills,a meeting of challenges. A director says, 'I need this flatbed truck to do a midair double somersault that produces anorange ball of fire with a thirty-six-foot diameter, which the cinematographer will use to light the scene.' I tell mystudents if they want to bring technology into it, they have to take this into account, this tendency toward grandiosedeeds, toward pursuing a dream.""A dream? How do your students reply?""Just the way you did. 'A dream?' All that blood and glass, that screeching53 rubber. What about the sheer waste, thesense of a civilization in a state of decay?""What about it?" I said.
"I tell them it's not decay they are seeing but innocence54. The movie breaks away from complicated human passionsto show us something elemental, something fiery55 and loud and head-on. It's a conservative wish-fulfillment, ayearning for na.veté. We want to be artless again. We want to reverse the flow of experience, of worldliness and itsresponsibilities. My students say, 'Look at the crushed bodies, the severed56 limbs. What kind of innocence is this?'""What do you say to that?""I tell them they can't think of a car crash in a movie as a violent act. It's a celebration. A reaff.rmation of traditionalvalues and beliefs. I connect car crashes to holidays like Thanksgiving and the Fourth. We don't mourn the dead orrejoice in miracles. These are days of secular57 optimism, of self-celebration. We will improve, prosper58, perfectourselves. Watch any car crash in any American movie. It is a high-spirited moment like old-fashioned stunt59 flying,walking on wings. The people who stage these crashes are able to capture a lightheartedness, a carefree enjoymentthat car crashes in foreign movies can never approach.""Look past the violence.""Exactly. Look past the violence, Jack. There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun."
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