Babette could not get enough of talk radio. "I hate my face," a woman said. 'This is an ongoing1 problem with me foryears. Of all the faces you could have given me, lookswise, this one has got to be the worst. But how can I not look?
Even if you took all my mirrors away, I would still find a way to look. How can I not look on the one hand? But I hateit on the other. In other words I still look. Because whose face is it, obviously? What do I do, forget it's there, pretendit's someone else's? What I'm trying to do with this call, Mel, is find other people who have a problem accepting theirface. Here are some questions to get us started. What did you look like before you were born? What will you looklike in the afterlife, regardless of race or color?"Babette wore her sweatsuit almost all the time. It was a plain gray outfit2, loose and drooping3. She cooked in it, drovethe kids to school, wore it to the hardware store and the stationer's. I thought about it for a while, decided4 there wasnothing excessively odd in this, nothing to worry about, no reason to believe she was sinking into apathy5 and despair.
"How do you feel?" I said. 'Tell the truth.""What is the truth? I'm spending more time with Wilder. Wilder helps me get by.""I depend on you to be the healthy outgoing former Babette. I need this as badly as you do, if not more.""What is need? We all need. Where is the uniqueness in this?""Are you feeling basically the same?""You mean am I sick unto death? The fear hasn't gone, Jack6.""We have to stay active.""Active helps but Wilder helps more.""Is it my imagination," I said, "or is he talking less than ever?"'There's enough talk. What is talk? I don't want him to talk. The less he talks, the better.""Denise worries about you.""Who?""Denise.""Talk is radio," she said.
Denise would not let her mother go running unless she promised to apply layers of sunscreen gel. The girl wouldfollow her out of the house to dash a final glob of lotion7 across the back of Babette's neck, then stand on her toes tostroke it evenly in. She tried to cover every exposed spot. The brows, the lids. They had bitter arguments about theneed for this. Denise said the sun was a risk to a fair-skinned person. Her mother claimed the whole business waspublicity for disease.
"Besides, I'm a runner," she said. "A runner by definition is less likely to be struck by damaging rays than a standingor walking figure."Denise spun8 in my direction, arms flung out, her body beseeching9 me to set the woman straight.
'The worst rays are direct," Babette said. "This means the faster a person is moving, the more likely she is to receiveonly partial hits, glancing rays, deflections."Denise let her mouth fall open, bent10 her body at the knees. In truth I wasn't sure her mother was wrong.
"It is all a corporate11 tie-in," Babette said in summary. 'The sunscreen, the marketing12, the fear, the disease. You can'thave one without the other."I took Heinrich and his snake-handling buddy13, Orest Mercator, out to the commercial strip for dinner. It was four inthe afternoon, the time of day when Orest's training schedule called for his main meal. At his request we went toVincent's Casa Mario, a blockhouse structure with slit14 windows that seemed part of some coastal15 defense16 system.
I'd found myself thinking of Orest and his snakes and wanted a chance to talk to him further.
We sat in a blood-red booth. Orest gripped the tasseled17 menu with his chunky hands. His shoulders seemed broaderthan ever, the serious head partly submerged between them.
"How's the training going?" I said.
"I'm slowing it down a little. I don't want to peak too soon. I know how to take care of my body.""Heinrich told me you sleep sitting up, to prepare for the cage.""I perfected that. I'm doing different stuff now.""Like what?""Loading up on carbohydrates18.""That's why we came here," Heinrich said.
"I load up a little more each day.""It's because of the huge energy he'll be burning up in the cage, being alert, tensing himself when a mambaapproaches, whatever."We ordered pasta and water.
'Tell me, Orest. As you get closer and closer to the time, are you beginning to feel anxious?""What anxious? I just want to get in the cage. Sooner the better. This is what Orest Mercator is all about.""You're not nervous? You don't think about what might happen?""He likes to be positive," Heinrich said. "This is the thing today with athletes. You don't dwell on the negative.""Tell me this, then. What is the negative? What do you think of when you think of the negative?""Here's what I think. I'm nothing without the snakes. That's the only negative. The negative is if it doesn't come off,if the humane19 society doesn't let me in the cage. How can I be the best at what I do if they don't let me do it?"I liked to watch Orest eat. He inhaled20 food according to aerodynamic principles. Pressure differences, intakevelocities. He went at it silently and purposefully, loading up, centering himself, appearing to grow moreself-important with each clump22 of starch23 that slid over his tongue.
"You know you can get bitten. We talked about it last time. Do you think about what happens after the fangs24 close onyour wrist? Do you think about dying? This is what I want to know. Does death scare you? Does it haunt yourthoughts? Let me put my cards on the table, Orest. Are you afraid to die? Do you experience fear? Does fear makeyou tremble or sweat? Do you feel a shadow fall across the room when you think of the cage, the snakes, the fangs?""What did I read just the other day? There are more people dead today than in the rest of world history put together.
What's one extra? I'd just as soon die while I'm trying to put Orest Mercator's name in the record book."I looked at my son. I said, "Is he trying to tell us there are more people dying in this twenty-four-hour period than inthe rest of human history up to now?""He's saying the dead are greater today than ever before, combined.""What dead? Define the dead.""He's saying people now dead.""What do you mean, now dead? Everybody who's dead is now dead.""He's saying people in graves. The known dead. Those you can count."I was listening intently, trying to grasp what they meant. A second plate of food came for Orest.
"But people sometimes stay in graves for hundreds of years. Is he saying there are more dead people in graves thananywhere else?""It depends on what you mean by anywhere else.""I don't know what I mean. The drowned. The blown-to-bits.""There are more dead now than ever before. That's all he's saying."I looked at him a while longer. Then I turned to Orest.
"You are intentionally25 facing death. You are setting out to do exactly what people spend their lives trying not to do.
Die. I want to know why.""My trainer says, 'Breathe, don't think.' He says, 'Be a snake and you'll know the stillness of a snake.'""He has a trainer now," Heinrich said.
"He's a Sunny Moslem26," Orest said.
"Iron City has some Sunnies out near the airport.""The Sunnies are mostly Korean. Except mine's an Arab, I think."I said, "Don't you mean the Moonies are mostly Korean?""He's a Sunny," Orest said.
"But it's the Moonies who are mostly Korean. Except they're not, of course. It's only the leadership."They thought about this. I watched Orest eat. I watched him pitchfork the spaghetti down his gullet. The serious headsat motionless, an entryway for the food. that flew off the mechanical fork. What purpose he conveyed, what sense ofa fixed27 course of action pursued absolutely. If each of us is the center of his or her existence, Orest seemed intent onenlarging the center, making it everything. Is this what athletes do, occupy the self more fully21? It's possible we envythem for a prowess that has little to do with sport. In building toward a danger, they escape it in some deeper sense,they dwell in some angelic scan, able to leap free of everyday dying. But was Orest an athlete? He would do nothingbut sit— sit for sixty-seven days in a glass cage, waiting to be publicly bitten.
"You will not be able to defend yourself," I said. "Not only that but you will be in a cage with the most slimy, fearedand repulsive28 creatures on earth. Snakes. People have nightmares about snakes. Crawling slithering cold-bloodedegg-laying vertebrates. People go to psychiatrists29. Snakes have a special slimy place in our collective unconscious.
And you are voluntarily getting into an enclosed space with thirty or forty of the most venomous snakes in theworld.""What slimy? They're not slimy.""The famous sliminess is a myth," Heinrich said. "He's getting into a cage with Gaboon vipers30 with two-inch fangs.
Maybe a dozen mambas. The mamba happens to be the fastest-moving land snake in the world. Isn't sliminess a littlebesides the point?""That's my argument exactly. Fangs. Snakebite. Fifty thousand people a year die of snakebite. It was on televisionlast night.""Everything was on television last night," Orest said.
I admired the reply. I guess I admired him too. He was creating an imperial self out of some tabloid31 aspiration32. Hewould train relentlessly33, speak of himself in the third person, load up on carbohydrates. His trainer was always there,his friends drawn34 to the aura of inspired risk. He would grow in life-strength as he neared the time.
"His trainer is teaching him how to breathe in the old way, the Sunny Moslem way. A snake is one thing. A personcan be a thousand things.""Be a snake," Orest said.
"People are getting interested," Heinrich said. "It's like it's starting to build. Like he's really going to do it. Like theybelieve him now. The total package."If the self is death, how can it also be stronger than death?
I called for the check. Extraneous35 flashes of Mr. Gray. A drizzling36 image in gray shorts and socks. I lifted severalbills from my wallet, rubbing hard with my fingers to make sure there weren't others stuck to them. In the motelmirror was my full-length wife, white-bodied, full-bosomed, pink-kneed, stub-toed, wearing only peppermintlegwarmers, like a sophomore37 leading cheers at an orgy.
When we got home, I found her ironing in the bedroom.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"Listening to the radio. Except it just went off.""If you thought we were finished with Mr. Gray, it's time to bring you up to date.""Are we talking about Mr. Gray the composite or Mr. Gray the individual? It makes all the difference.""It certainly does. Denise compacted the pills.""Does that mean we're all through with the composite?""I don't know what it means.""Does it mean you've turned your male attention to the individual in the motel?""I didn't say that.""You don't have to say it. You're a male. A male follows the path of homicidal rage. It is the biological path. The pathof plain dumb blind male biology.""How smug, ironing handkerchiefs.""Jack, when you die, I will just fall to the floor and stay there. Eventually, maybe, after a very long time, they willfind me crouching38 in the dark, a woman without speech or gesture. But in the meantime I will not help you find thisman or his medication."'The eternal wisdom of those who iron and sew.""Ask yourself what it is you want more, to ease your ancient fear or to revenge your childish dopey injured malepride."I went down the hall to help Steffie finish packing. A sports announcer said: "They're not booing—they're saying,'Bruce, Bruce.'" Denise and Wilder were in there with her. I gathered from the veiled atmosphere that Denise hadbeen giving confidential39 advice on visits to distant parents. Steffie's flight would originate in Boston and make twostops between Iron City and Mexico City but she wouldn't have to change planes, so the situation seemedmanageable.
"How do I know I'll recognize my mother?""You saw her last year," I said. "You liked her.""What if she refuses to send me back?""We have Denise to thank for that idea, don't we? Thank you, Denise. Don't worry. She'll send you back.""What if she doesn't?" Denise said. "It happens, you know.""It won't happen this time.""You'll have to kidnap her back.""That won't be necessary.""What if it is?" Steffie said.
"Would you do it?" Denise said.
"It won't happen in a million years.""It happens all the time," she said. "One parent takes the child, the other parent hires kidnappers40 to get her back.""What if she keeps me?" Steffie said. "What will you do?""He'll have to send people to Mexico. That's the only thing he can do.""But will he do it?" she said.
"Your mother knows she can't keep you," I said. "She travels all the time. It's out of the question.""Don't worry," Denise told her. "No matter what he says now, he'll get you back when the time comes."Steffie looked at me with deep interest and curiosity. I told her I would travel to Mexico myself and do whatever hadto be done to get her back here. She looked at Denise.
"It's better to hire people," the older girl said helpfully. "That way you have someone who's done it before."Babette came in and picked up Wilder.
'There you are," she said. "We're going to the airport with Steffie. Yes we are. Yes yes.""Bruce, Bruce."The next day there was an evacuation for noxious41 odor. SIMUVAC vehicles were everywhere. Men in Mylex suitspatrolled the streets, many of them carrying instruments to measure harm. The consulting firm that conceived theevacuation gathered a small group of computer-screened volunteers in a police van in the supermarket parking lot.
There was half an hour of self-induced gagging and vomiting42. The episode was recorded on videotape and sentsomewhere for analysis.
Three days later an actual noxious odor drifted across the river. A pause, a careful thoughtfulness, seemed to settle onthe town. Traffic moved more slowly, drivers were exceedingly polite. There was no sign of official action, nojitneys or ambulettes painted in primary colors. People avoided looking at each other directly. An irritating sting inthe nostrils43, a taste of copper44 on the tongue. As time passed, the will to do nothing seemed to deepen, to fix itselffirmly. There were those who denied they smelled anything at all. It is always that way with odors. There were thosewho professed45 not to see the irony46 of their inaction. They'd taken part in the SIMUVAC exercise but were reluctantto flee now. There were those who wondered what caused the odor, those who looked worried, those who said theabsence of technical personnel meant there was nothing to worry about. Our eyes began to water.
About three hours after we'd first become aware of it, the vapor47 suddenly lifted, saving us from our formaldeliberations.
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