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Who is she? Where did she come from? I cannot…

July 12th, 2010 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

Who is she? Where did she come from? I cannot control herI cannot recognize herI thought she was smartShe’s not smart at allShe’s become stupid, Seymour; she gets more and more stupid each time we talk
“No, it’s just a very crude kind of aggressionIt’s not very well worked outBut she is still smartThis is what teenagers are likeThere are these very turbulent sorts of changesIt has nothing to do with you or me
They just amorphously object to everything
“It’s all from the stuttering, isn’t it?”
“We’re doing everything we can for her stutter
“She’s angry because she stuttersShe doesn’t make friends,” Dawn said, “because she stutters
“She’s fendi big always had friendsBesides, she was on top of her stutteringStuttering is not the explanationYou never get on top of your stutter,” Dawn said, “you’re in constant fear
“That’s not an explanation, Dawnie, for what is going on
“She’s sixteen–is that the explanation?” asked Dawn”Well, if it is,” he said, “and maybe an awful lot of it is, we’ll do the best we can until she stops being sixteen
“And? When she’s not sixteen anymore, she’ll be seventeen
“At seventeen she won’t be the sameAt eighteen she won’t be the sameShe’ll discover new interestsShe’ll have college–academic pursuitsThe important thing is to keep talking with herNow she’s even hermes tas jealous of the cows
“Then I’ll keep talking to herThe important thing is not to abandon her and not to capitulate to her, and to keep talking even if you have to say the same thing over and over and overIt doesn’t matter if it all seems hopelessYou can’t expect what you say to have an immediate impact
“It’s what she says back that has the impact!”
“It doesn’t matter what she says backWe have to keep saying to her what we have to say to her, even if saying it seems interminableWe must draw the lineIf we don’t draw the line, then surely she’s not going to obeyIf we do draw the line, there’s at least a fifty percent chance that she will
“And if gucci clearance she still doesn’t?”
“All we can do, Dawn, is to continue to be reasonable and continue to be firm and not lose hope or patience, and the day will come when she will outgrow all this objecting to everything
“She doesn’t want to outgrow itBut there is tomorrowThere’s a bond between us all and it’s tremendousAs long as we don’t let her go, as long as we keep talking, tomorrow will comeOf course she’s maddeningShe’s unrecognizable to me, tooBut if you don’t allow her to exhaust your patience and if you keep talking to her and you don’t give up on her, she will eventually become herself again
And so, hopeless as it seemed, he talked, he listened, he chanel quilted replica was reasonable; endless as the struggle seemed, he remained patient, and whenever he saw her going too far he drew the lineNo matter how much it might openly enrage her to answer him, no matter how sarcastic and caustic and elusive and dishonest her answers might be, he continued to question her about her political activities, about her after-school whereabouts, about her new friends; with a gentle persistence that infuriated her, he asked about her Saturday trips into New YorkShe could shout all she wanted at home–she was still just a kid from Old Rimrock, and the thought of whom she might meet in New York alarmed him
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“Oh, I know your responsibility is not to the…

July 10th, 2010 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

“Oh, I know your responsibility is not to the war–that’s why I have to go to New YorkB-b-b-because people there do feel responsibleThey feel responsible when America b-blows up Vietnamese villagesThey feel responsible when America is b-blowing little b-babies to b-b-b-b-bitsB-but you don’t, and neither does MotherYou don’t care enough to let it upset a single day of yoursYou don’t care enough to make you spend another night somewhereYou don’t stay up at night worrying about itYou don’t really care, Daddy, one way or the other
Conversations #24, 25, and 26 about New York”I can’t have these conversations, DaddyI won’t! I refuse to! Who talks to their parents like this!”
“If you are underage and you go away for the day and don’t come home at night, then you damn well talk to your parents like this
“B-b-but you drive me miu miu clutch c-c-c-crazy, this kind of sensible parent, trying to be understanding! I don’t want to be understood–I want to be f-f-f-free!”
“Would you like it better if I were a senseless parent trying not to understand you?”
“I would! I think I would! Why don’t you fucking t-t-try it for a change and let me fucking see!”
Conversation #29 about New York”No, you can’t disrupt our family life until you are of ageThen do whatever you wantSo long as you’re under eighteen–”
“All you can think about, all you can talk about, all you c-c-care about is the well-being of this f-fucking 1-1-little f-f-family!”
“Isn’t that all you think about? Isn’t that what you are angry about?”
“N-n-no! N-n-never!”
“Yes, MerryYou are angry about the families in VietnamYou are angry about their being destroyedThose are families tooThose are families just like ours chanel classic flap that would like to have the right to have lives like our family hasIsn’t that what you yourself want for them? What Bill and Melissa want for them? That they might be able to have secure and peaceful lives like ours?”
“To have to live out here in the privileged middle of nowhere? No, I don’t think that’s what B-b-bill and Melissa want for themIt’s not what I want for them
“Don’t you? Then think againI think that to have this privileged middle-of-no-where kind of life would make them quite content, frankly
“They just want to go to b-bed at night, in their own country, leading their own lives, and without thinking they’re going to get b-b-blown to b-b-b-b-b-bits in their sleepB-b-blown to b-b-b-b-bits all for the sake of the privileged people of New Jersey leading their p-p-peaceful, s-s-secure, acquisitive, meaningless 1-1-1-little chanel classic bags bloodsucking lives!”
Conversation #30 about New York, after Merry returns from staying overnight with the Umanoffs”Oh, they’re oh-so-liberal, B-b-b-b-Barry and MarciaWith their little comfortable b-b-bour-geois life
“They are professors, they are serious academics who are against the warDid they have any people there?”
“Oh, some English professor against the war, some sociology professor against the warAt least he involves his family against the warThey all march tugu-tugu-tugu-togetherThat’s what I call a familyNot these fucking c-c-c-cows
“So it went all right thereI want to go with my friendsI don’t want to go to the Umanoffs at eight o’clockWhatever is happening is happening after eight o’clock! If I wanted to be with your friends after eight o’clock at night, I could stay here in RimrockI want to be with my friends after quilted chanel bags eight o’clock!”
“Nonetheless it worked outYou didn’t get to be with your friends after eight o’clock but you got to spend the day with your friends, which is a lot better than nothing at allI feel much better about what you have agreed to doAre you going to go in next Saturday?”
“I don’t plan these things y-years in advance
“If you’re going in next Saturday, then you’re to phone the Umanoffs beforehand and let them know you’re coming
Conversation #34 about New York, after Merry fails to show up at the Umanoffs for the nightYou made an agreement and you broke itYou’re not leaving this house on a Saturday again
“I’m under house arrest
“What is it that you’re so afraid of? What is it that you think I’m going to do? I’m hanging out with f-friendsWe discuss the war and other important thingsI don’t know why you want to know so chanel big muc

This country is frighteningOf course she was…

July 8th, 2010 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

This country is frighteningOf course she was rapedWhat kind of company do you think she was keeping? Of course out there she was going to get rapedThis isn’t Old Rimrock, old buddy–she’s out there, old buddy, in the USAShe enters that world, that loopy world out there, with what’s going on out there–what do you expect? A kid from Rimrock, New Jersey, of course she doesn’t know how to behave out there, of course the shit hits the fanWhat could she know? She’s like a wild child out there in the worldShe can’t get enough of it–she’s still acting upA room off McCarter HighwayAnd why not? Who wouldn’t? You prepare her for life milking the cows? For what kind of life? Unnatural, all artificial, all of itThose assumptions you live withYou’re still in your old man’s dreamworld, Seymour, still up there with Lou Levov in glove heavenA household tyrannized by gloves, bludgeoned by gloves, the only thing in life–ladies’ gloves! Does he omega speedmaster day-date still tell the great one about the woman who sells the gloves washing her hands in a sink between each color? Oh where oh where is that outmoded America, that decorous America where a woman had twenty-five pairs of gloves? Your kid blows your norms to kingdom come, Seymour, and you still think you know what life is!”
Life is just a short period of time in which we are alive
“You wanted Miss America? Well, you’ve got her, with a vengeance–she’s your daughter! You wanted to be a real American jock, a real American marine, a real American hotshot with a beautiful Gentile babe on your arm? You longed to belong like everybody else to the United States of America? Well, you do now, big boy, thanks to your daughterThe reality of this place is right up in your kisser nowWith the help of your daughter you’re as deep in the shit as a man can get, the real American crazy shitAmerica amok! America amuck! Goddamn it, Seymour, goddamn you, if you chanel tote were a father who loved his daughter,” thunders Jerry into the phone–and the hell with the convalescent patients waiting in the corridor for him to check out their new valves and new arteries, to tell how grateful they are to him for their new lease on life, Jerry shouts away, shouts all he wants if it’s shouting he wants to do, and the hell with the rules of the hospitalHe is one of the surgeons who shouts: if you disagree with him he shouts, if you cross him he shouts, if you just stand there and do nothing he shoutsHe does not do what hospitals tell him to do or fathers expect him to do or wives want him to do, he does what he wants to do, does as he pleases, tells people just who and what he is every minute of the day so that nothing about him is a secret, not his opinions, his frustrations, his urges, neither his appetite nor his hatredIn the sphere of the will, he is unequivocating, uncompromising; he is kingHe does not spend prada logos time regretting what he has or has not done or justifying to others how loathsome he can beThe message is simple: You will take me as I come–there is no choiceHe cannot endure swallowing anything
And these two are brothers, the same parents’ sons, one for whom the aggression’s been bred out, the other for whom the aggression’s been bred in
“If you were a father who loved his daughter,” Jerry shouts at the Swede, “you would never have left her in that room! You would never have let her out of your sight!”
The Swede is in tears at his deskIt is as though Jerry has been waiting all his life for this phone callThat something’s grotesquely out of whack has made him furious with his older brother, and now there is nothing he will not sayAll his life, thinks the Swede, waiting to lay into me with these terrible thingsPeople are infallible: they pick up on what you want and then they don’t give it to you
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Along with the snout nose Orcutt had an ugly…

July 6th, 2010 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

Along with the snout nose Orcutt had an ugly moleDoes she find the mole appealing? Does she kiss the mole? Doesn’t she ever find this guy just a wee bit fat in the face? Or, when it comes to an upper-class Old Rimrock boy, is she as unmindful of his looks, as unperturbed, as professionally detached as the whorehouse ladies over in Easton?
“Uh-oh,” said Orcutt, amiably feigning how uncertain he wasUses his hands when he plays football, wears those shirts, paints those paintings, fucks his neighbor’s wife, and manages through it all to maintain himself as the ever-reasonable unknowable manAll facade and subterfugeHe works so hard, Dawn said, at being one-dimensionalUp prada borse top the gentleman, underneath the ratDrink the devil that lurks in his wife; lust and rivalry the devils lurking in himSealed and civilized and predatoryTo reinforce the genealogi-382 cal aggression–the overpowering by origins–the aggression of scrupulous mannersThe humane environmentalist and the calculating predator, protecting what he has by birthright and taking surreptitiously what he doesn’t haveThe civilized savagery of William OrcuttHis civilized form of animal behavior”It’s supposed to be seen after dinner–with the spiel,” Orcutt said”Did it make any sense without the spiel?” he asked”I wouldn’t think so
But of course–being unknowable is the goalThen you move motorcycle balenciaga instrumentally through life, appropriating the beautiful wivesIn the kitchen he should have hit those two over the head with a skilletA lot,” the Swede saidAnd then, as he could never stop himself from doing with Orcutt, he added, “It’s interestingI get the idea now about the lightI get the idea of the light washing over those wallsThat’s going to be something to seeI think you’re going to be very happy in it
But the Swede had not heard his own errorHe hadn’t heard it because of the huge thought that had just come at him: what he should have done and failed to do
He should have overpowered herHe should not have left her thereThe two of them could subdue her and bring white chanel watch ceramic her back in the car to Old RimrockAnd if Rita Cohen is there? I’ll kill herIf she is anywhere near my daughter, I’ll pour gasoline all over that hair and set the little cunt on fireDestroying my daughterThere’s the meaning–they are destroying her for the pleasure of destroying herTake Sheila to NewarkMerry listens to SheilaSheila will talk to her and get her out of that room
“–leave it to our visiting intellectual to get everything wrongThe complacent rudeness with which she plays the old French game of beating up on the bourgeoisie Orcutt was confiding to the Swede his amusement with Marcia’s posturing”It’s to her credit, I suppose, that she doesn’t defer to the replica omega seamaster planet ocean regulation dinnerparty discipline of not saying anything about anythingBut still it’s amazing, constantly amazes me, how emptiness always goes with clevernessShe hasn’t the faintest idea, really, of what she’s talking aboutKnow what my father used to say? ‘All brains and no intelligenceThe smarter the stupiderDawn wanted nothing further to do with their catastropheShe was just biding her time with him until the house was builtGo and do it yourselfGet back in the fucking car and get herDo you love her or don’t you love her? You’re acceding to her the way you acceded to your father, the way you have acceded to everything in your lifeYou’re afraid of letting the beast out of the louis vuitton wien b

While everything was running without a hitch, Lou…

July 5th, 2010 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

While everything was running without a hitch, Lou was impatient, fidgety–in a word, said Vicky, the insufferable boss–but when a cutter came around to complain about the fore-118 man, when the foreman came around to complain about a cutter, when skins arrived months late or in damaged condition or were of poor quality, when he discovered a lining contractor cheating him on the yield or a shipping clerk robbing him blind, when he determined that the glove slitter with the red Corvette and the sunglasses was, on the side, a bookie running a numbers game among the employees, then he was in his element and in his inimitable way set out to make things right–so that when they were right, said the next-to-last speaker, the proud son, introducing his father in the longest, most laudatory of the evening’s jocular encomiums, “he could begin driving himself–and the rest of us–nuts with worrying againBut then, always expecting the worst, he was never disappointed for longNever caught off guard eitherAll of which goes to show that, like everything else at Newark Maid, worrying worksLadies and gentlemen, the man who has been my lifelong teacher–and not just in the art of chanel big worrying–the man who has made of my life a lifelong education, a difficult education sometimes but always a profitable one, who explained to me when I was a boy of five the secret of making a product perfect–’You work at it,’ he told me–ladies and gentlemen, a man who has worked at it and succeeded at it since the day he went off to begin tanning hides at the age of fourteen, the glover’s glover, who knows more about the glove business than anybody else alive, MrNewark Maid, my father, Lou LevovNewark Maid, “don’t let anybody kid you tonightI enjoy working, I enjoy the glove business, I enjoy the challenge, I don’t like the idea of retiring, I think it’s the first step to the graveBut none of that bothers me for one big reason–because I am the luckiest man in the worldAnd lucky because of one wordThe biggest little word there is: familyIf I was being pushed out by a competitor, I wouldn’t be standing here smiling–you know me, I would be standing here shoutingBut who I am being pushed out by is my own beloved sonI have been blessed with the most wonderful family a man could want: a wonderful wife, two wonderful boys, wonderful grandchildren
The Swede had Vicky bring a white chanel watch ceramic sheepskin into the office and he gave it to the Wharton girl to feel
“This has been pickled but it hasn’t been tanned,” he told her”It’s a hair sheepskinDoesn’t have wool like a domestic sheep but hair
“What happens to the hair?” she asked him”Does it get used?”
“Good questionThe hair is used to make carpetUp in Amsterdam, New YorkBut the primary value is the skinsThe hair is a by-product, and how you get the hair off the skin and all the rest of it is another story entirelyBefore synthetics came along, the hair mostly went into cheap carpetsThere’s a company that brokered all the hair from the tanneries to the car-petmakers, but you don’t want to go into that,” he said, observing how before they’d really even begun she’d filled with notes the top sheet of a fresh yellow legal pad”Though if you do,” he added, touched by–and attracted by–her thoroughness, “because I suppose it does all sort of tie together, I could send you to talk to those peopleI think the family is still aroundIt’s a niche that not many people know aboutIt’s all interestingYou’ve settled on an interesting subject, young lady
“I think I have,” she said, warmly smiling over at him
“Anyway, this 2.55 chanel jumbo skin”–he’d taken it back from her and was stroking it with the side of a thumb as you might stroke the cat to get the purr going–”is called a cabretta in the industry’s terminologyThey only live twenty or thirty degrees north and south of the equatorThey’re sort of on a semiwild grazing basis–families in an African village will each own four or five sheep, and they’ll all be flocked together and put out in the bushWhat you were holding in your hand isn’t raw anymoreWe buy them in what’s called the pickled stageThe hair’s been removed and the preprocessing has been done to preserve them to get hereWe used to bring them in raw–huge bales tied with rope and so on, skins just dried in the airI actually have a ship’s manifest–it’s somewhere here, I can find it for you if you want to see it–a copy of a ship’s manifest from 1790, in which skins were landed in Boston similar to what we were bringing in up to last yearAnd from the same ports in Africa
It could have been his father talking to herFor all he knew, every word of every sentence uttered by him he had heard from his father’s mouth before he’d finished grade school, and then two or three thousand times again during the cartier must 21 decades they’d run the business togetherTrade talk was a tradition in glove families going back hundreds of years–in the best of them, the father passed the secrets on to the son along with all the history and all the loreIt was true in the tanneries, where the tanning process is like cooking and the recipes are handed down from the father to the son, and it was true in the glove shops and it was true on the cutting-room floorThe old Italian cutters would train their sons and no one else, and those sons accepted the tutorial from their fathers as he had accepted the tutorial from hisBeginning when he was a kid of five and extending into his maturity, the father as the authority was unopposed: accepting his authority was one and the same with extracting from him the wisdom that had made Newark Maid manufacturer of the country’s best ladies’ gloveThe Swede quickly came to love in the same wholehearted way the very things his father did and, at the factory, to think more or less as he didAnd to sound as he did–if not on every last subject, then whenever a conversation came around to leather or Newark or gloves
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The skid marks are enough to frighten youThey…

July 4th, 2010 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

The skid marks are enough to frighten youThey killed a woman right out in front of our place, same week my car was stolenI was leaving for the dayIt made my blood run coldJust driving her own car out of 2nd Street, and this woman, young black woman, gets itTwo days later it’s one of my own employeesBut they don’t care, black, white doesn’t matter to themFellow named Clark Tyler, my shipping guy–all he’s doing is pulling out of our lot to go homeTwelve hours of surgery, four months in a hospitalHead injuries, internal injuries, broken pelvis, broken shoulder, fractured spineA high-speed chase, crazy kid in a stolen car and the cops are chasing him, and the kid plows right into him, crushes the driver’s-side door, and that’s it for ClarkEighty miles an hour down Central AvenueThe car thief is twelve years oldTo see over the wheel he has to roll up the floor mats to sit onSix months in Jamesburg and he’s back behind the wheel of another stolen carNo, that was it for me, tooMy car’s robbed at gunpoint, they cripple Clark, the woman gets killed–that week did itewark Maid manufactured now exclusively in Puerto RicoFor a while, after fake birkin leaving Newark, he’d contracted with the Communist government in Czechoslovakia and divided the work between his own factory in Ponce, Puerto Rico, and a Czech glove factory in BrnoHowever, when a plant that suited him went up for sale in Aguadilla, Puerto Rico, over near Mayagiiez, he’d bailed out on the Czechs, whose bureaucracy had been irritating from the start, and unified his manufacturing operation by purchasing a second Puerto Rico facility, another good-sized factory, moved in the machinery, started a training program, and hired an additional three hundred peopleBy the eighties, though, even Puerto Rico began to grow expensive and about everybody but Newark Maid fled to wherever in the Far East the labor force was abundant and cheap, to the Philippines first, then Korea and Taiwan, and now to China
Even baseball gloves, the most American glove of all, which used to be made by friends of his father’s, the Denkerts up in Johnstown, New York, for a long time now had been manufactured in KoreaWhen the first guy left Gloversville, New York, in ’52 or ’53 and went to the Philippines to make gloves, they laughed at him, as though he tiffany and co jewelry were going to the moonBut when he died, around 1978, he had a factory there with four thousand workers and the whole industry had gone essentially from Gloversville to the PhilippinesUp in Gloversville, when the Second World War began, there must have been ninety glove factories, big and smallToday there isn’t a one–all of them out of business or importers from abroad, “people who don’t know a fourchette from a thumb,” the Swede said”They’re business people, they know if they need a hundred thousand pair of this and two hundred thousand pair of that in so many colors and so many sizes, but they don’t know the details on how to get it done
“What’s a fourchette?” I asked”The part of the glove between the fingersThose small oblong pieces between the fingers, they’re die-cut along with the thumbs–those are the fourchettesToday you’ve got a lot of underqualified people, probably don’t know half what I knew when I was five, and they’re making some pretty big decisionsA guy buying deerskin, which can run up to maybe three dollars and fifty cents a foot for a garment grade, he’s buying this fine garment-grade deerskin to cut a little palm 18k omega watch patch to go on a pair of ski glovesI talked to him just the other dayA novelty part, runs about five inches by one inch, and he pays three fifty a foot where he could have paid a dollar fifty a foot and come out a long, long ways aheadYou multiply this over a large order, you’re talking a hundred-thousand-dollar mistake, and he never knew itHe could have put a hundred grand in his pocket
The Swede found himself hanging on in P he explained, the way he had hung on in Newark, in large part because he had trained a lot of good people to do the intricate work of making a glove carefully and meticulously, people who could give him what Newark Maid had demanded in quality going back to his father’s days; but also, he had to admit, staying on because his family so much enjoyed the vacation home he’d built some fifteen years ago on the Caribbean coast, not very far from the Ponce plantThe life the kids lived there they just lovedand off he went again, Kent, Chris, Steve, water-skiing, sailing, scuba diving, catamaraningand though it was clear from all he had just been telling me that this guy could be engaging if he wanted to be, he didn’t classic chanel handbag appear to have any judgment at all as to what was and wasn’t interesting about his worldOr, for reasons I couldn’t understand, he didn’t want his world to be interestingI would have given anything to get him back to Kiler, Fortgang, Lasky, Robbins, and Honig, back to the fourchettes and the details of how to get a good glove done, even back to the guy who’d paid three fifty a foot for the wrong grade of deerskin for a novelty part, but once he was off and running there was no civil way I could find to shift his focus for a second time from the achievements of his boys on land and sea
While we waited for dessert, the Swede let pass that he was indulging himself in a fattening zabaglione on top of the ziti only because, after having had his prostate removed a couple of months back, he was still some ten pounds underweight
“The operation went okay?”
“Just fine,” he replied
“A couple friends of mine,” I said, “didn’t emerge from that surgery as they’d hoped toThat operation can be a real catastrophe for a man, even if they get the cancer out
“Yes, that happens, I know
“One wound up impotent,” I said”The other’s impotent and cartier pasha watch inconti

Hello, my account friends

July 3rd, 2010 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

Welcome to my first blog

The Woman in the Room[Nigh

July 1st, 2010 by · No Comments · Uncategorized

Two days since the storm washed me up. I paced the island off just this morning. Some island! It is 190 paces wide at its thickest point, and 267 paces long from tip to tip

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