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300 pages, Paperback
First published May 8, 2018
Everyone is already forgotten. She could relax. Even the mass extinction humans were creating, paring down the things worth remembering, trimming diversity into manicured homogeneity, running out of space while surrounded by an infinite vacuum, even this is forgotten as the galaxy moves to collide with its neighbour, as the stars accelerate out of eyeshot.
The whale's blubber opened like a blossom. A bubble of exhumed insides appeared in the centre of the gash, its split mouth widening. The opening hissed. Blood emerged not as a liquid but as a mist. A spray of gas slapped Julie and painted her face. She scrambled back, shielded her eyes, the taste of aspirin and iron infecting her mouth. The whale's intestines crowned in the opening, then spooled out of its body, looped in the air. Snakes of it twisted and spun. The seagulls screamed louder. Whale guts slapped the beach in coils. The intestines piled out in impossible masses, blood and thick muck carving new paths in the sand, digging trenches of decay down to the lapping water. Julie's hands slid into the ditches. Tears flooded her eyes and she yelled for help.
Jennie Lee Lewis' head wove side to side like a horse bored in its stall. Her voice dipped and hovered in unexpected places and when the song was over, the people clapped hard. Marty nodded ferociously. Next, she sang “Great Balls of Fire”, which was the one Jerry Lee Lewis song that Julie remembered. Kids at her elementary school used to giggle scream the lyrics whenever they wanted to reassert to their peers that they, in fact, knew what balls were. JLL gave no hint of the comedy, though, and no one in the audience had so much as a smirk. JLL stopped playing the piano each time she sang the main line, then leapt back with her key-pounding. She lifted her foot onto the keys, stepping down and releasing a crush of sound.
Speaking with JLL about death these last weeks had made him hopeful. Like some people desired sports cars or country villas, he desired to die. For his heart to stop seizing. For his blood to settle in his veins. For his synapses to stop shrieking. To be still and permanent, trustworthy and even. Death was shiny and smooth. A warm and still lake.