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304 pages, Paperback
First published March 5, 2024
He listens, waiting for her to catch her breath, finish her sentence, call him back. Obviously they'll learn, and they'll speak whatever she likes, he'll tell her everything she's ever wanted to know in as many languages as he can manage, Schnee and neige, and when the time comes, should it ever come to that, he'll talk her softly into death. The silence stretches on, indifferent as a government --- but you know all about that.
Small towns have always produced dreamers, daydreamers above all. As a child, and even into adulthood, I often imagined myself in crisis situations. Say the nuclear power plant were to go on the fritz, or the particle accelerator, or a fire from the microchip factory to rip through town. I wondered: Would I be the first to respond?
‘The delicate frost. For so long I had imagined the landscapes rendered by da Vinci to be mere fantasies of Tuscany; the soft edges in The Virgin and Child, the one with Saint Anne, belonged to a whole world made of butter.’
‘Sometimes these exes called up too late to ask, “What are you doing right now?” “I’m soaking my nipple in salt water.” “What?” She repeated, “I’m soaking my nipple piercing!” Tina never was very good at lying.’
“But compared to most programmers, I guess I seem emotionally intelligent. What about you?”
‘I ask her, Really, how are things at home? I am home, the daughter says with a frown. I ask her what she thinks about the election cycle and find that she is pessimistic. They’re both screwy, we’re all screwed. I’m exhausted by the way she flaunts her breasts, but what can I say? That she must vote. That it would mean so much to her father if she visited more often. How about your father? she says.’
‘For certainty is difficult to come by, these days, and I am reluctant to ruin it all. Beliefs are such a comfort to other people until you ask them to explain.’
‘Anand suppressed a smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“Same to you.”
She laughed. “Nothing’s funny.”
It came to light that they’d both been wondering what the driver of the pickup had thought about a couple like them.’
‘He’d gained weight, lost hair, this past year. She’d be disappointed to see him when she did—He used to fantasize about fucking her in public restrooms, at parties, in other people’s kitchens; it would be such a relief to be caught, to confess. He swivelled in his chair and looked back into the soft white glow of the empty bath, the gleam of the tiles faint. He recalled the way she flinched, and violently, if he so much as touched a fingertip to the vertebrae of her neck. What he’d like to do is take her to the Russian baths, had they done that yet? He’d like to take her halfway around the world, up north, away from everyone they knew—Obviously they’ll learn, they’ll speak whatever she likes, he’ll tell her everything she’s ever wanted to know in as many languages as he can manage, Schnee and neige—.’