From the Magnum opus shortlisted for the Pulitzer Prize Love in Infant Monkeys, by Lydia Millet, the short story Sir Henry
10 out of 10
The fantastic Love in Instant Monkeys starts on a brilliant, high note with a short story in which Madonna shoots down a poor pheasant, then is unable to put him (it will turn out the bird is male) out of his misery and the reader is offered a festival of humor, satire, religious information and so much more – there is a wondrous review in which the author speaks about the megastar making never ending jokes on herself and the special gift that Lydia Millet must have to write about such a figure, that is ridiculous in herself…
However, the tone, themes, gravitas and decorum all change with the next stories – and as the esteemed reviewer puts it, the reader is already hooked with the first story that is so exhilarating, jocular, light and still deep and thoughtful…well, the reviewer does not say these things exactly and you should stop reading here and look for that much better view – that are grave, put at the center tragic events, the cruelty and intelligence of humans, some of them visionary enough to state that ‘Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages”…and then still be willing to use electricity to kill so many poor beasts, as we learn from the short story Thomas Edison and Vasil Golakov
Which brings us to Sir Henry, a story about a dog walker and some of the animals he takes care of, including Sir Henry, a Dachshund who is one of the favorites of the main character…this ‘professional’ has a penchant, nay a clear, enforced preference for dos with dignity, proper attitude – when he has to deal with pets that lack those, he is curt and keeps the distance, metaphorically – and I wonder what he would do with borzois…we have had quite a few of those, only one left, but there were five…
Indeed, borzois are more than dignified and decorous, they are resplendent animals – our very own Queen Mary had them, Leo Tolstoy, Russian aristocrats…they are called Russian hounds actually – but they have been the cause of major distress here – the spouse insisted on having five, plus the mixed breed already parked near the door, and that was too much for yours truly, who still believes major psychological issues could be traced to, explained by and justified with that imposition upon his mental health…
The dog walker would put me in the ostracized category…at one point, he is terribly annoyed and then infuriated with a client, a teenage heiress that was always present in the pages of the tabloids (maybe Hilton is her family name) and that on impulse gave away one of his favorite dogs, to a Senegalese dancer who took the animal to Africa…by the time the dog walker finds about this, the pet is already on the plane and it would haunt the imagination, with pictures of the poor beast suffering from hunger…
Ever since this impulse gifting incident – or apocalypse – the dog walker has decided to select his clients and pay attention to the humans and less to the animals he would have to walk, thus interacting only with those who show signs that they will keep the dogs until the end of their lives and not abandon them or give them away…he now walks with Sir Henry and he has a poodle that has a good relationship with the Dachshund…the former belongs to a performer that has to travel around the globe, and when at home, he is still very busy with the gym and shopping, tanning and his name is David Hasseldorf…
The poodle has a different owner, a violinist that has cancer and he is alas in the last stage, but has always been very dedicated to his animal, so loving actually that when they meet in the park, the violinist asks the dog walker is he would adopt the pet, once he will be dead, which will happen soon, if he will have a trust, expenses and fees all covered…very surprised by this, the main personage finds a way out and says he will think about it, the problem being that he has a policy of not taking dogs in to keep…
After all, if he would do that, his impressive business would transform itself into an Animal Shelter…as it is, the services belong to the top tier and the professional works only with the very affluent, who do not notice that his fees are about as ‘high as rents in Brooklyn’, has people working for him and they have to be at least vet technicians, and though there would be advantages in keeping the poodle, who is one of the favorites, walks splendidly with Sir Henry, keeps decorum, there are downsides… the dog walker is clearly closer to animals than people and there is an incident involving strangers…
Two children approach and his policy is to keep away, for especially the males can be more than a nuisance – oh, I so agree with that, for just last night, in this ostensibly exclusive gated community, they were again throwing firecrackers and had all animals, my macaws, others agitated and in a frantic panic over their idiotic, repeated exploits…when they do not get into that, they scream, then they piss around…what a pain and a future – and since these are girls and come with gentleness, they are allowed to touch and caress…
Nonetheless, an older woman comes with agitated anxiety and shouts that they must not touch the dogs, ‘they are dangerous and dirty’, to which the superior dog walker retorts that they are ‘cleaner than you are’ and then they ‘do not bite girls, only old witches’ which might show us his profile and character as well…this reader would subscribe to that too, knowing perhaps the opprobrium and contempt that this attracts…he too is quite skeptical and reluctant to find merits in so many humans – take the neighbors…I mean my god, what a ferocious bunch of hypocrites, gangsters, state employees that would need millenniums to justify the opulence surrounding them, on the paychecks they officially have, pop band members than deny the pandemic and reject the vaccine…I mean you need to read my upcoming book on this Blue Ship of Fools, where you have characters enough for two hundred short stories, with a very well-populated Animal Farm, in which the pigs and the vicious dogs of George Orwell have managed to exterminate much of the rest of the animal population, in this case, many have just had to move and for the rest, there is a metaphorical death, if not a biological euthanasia…