There were fourteen hundred and twenty-three entries in this competition and they separated themselves into various categories of works that could be grouped together. Dustbins, tampons, and underwear were three of these categories, dustbins being the most numerous: there were ninety-seven of them, empty or full in their different ways but unanimous in their perception of the human condition in the world of today. There are no two dustbins the same but they speak with one voice, the voice of the mind that is the supreme hand. In the eggshells and coffee grounds of the winning entry, in these entrails of our nights and mornings each of us may descry a different future but whatever comes, we must work through it together, no two of us the same.
‘There you have it,’ I said. ‘Nobody can bray like Folsom.’
‘He’s the man, all right,’ said Roswell. ‘I need you to take your clothes off again.’
‘Are you going to take advantage of me, squire?’
‘First a few longer poses,’ he said, and followed me up to the studio. When I was au naturel he had no chair for me, only the blanket on the floor. ‘What I want,’ he said, ‘is you in various attitudes of listening: standing, sitting, lying down — as many different ones as you can think of.’
‘Listening?’
‘Listening.’
‘For what?’
‘That we don’t know yet,’ he said. ‘It could take years.’
So there I was, wearing nothing but my bat tattoo. Which seemed to have a lot of lift in it. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I believe it could.’
32
R. Albert Streeter
To be a patron of the arts of painting and sculpture has been my delight. But now do I question whether I had not done better to buy a soccer team or found a leper colony. The competition to which I gave my name at the museum of the same name has produced a catalogue of fifty entries. I ask myself for what have these been chosen, what attributes? There is of course a place for dustbins and their contents, for used tampons and dirty underwear, but I weep to think that my museum is that place. Is this all there is?
‘Be tranquil,’ I say to myself. ‘It does not import, no.’ The money comes in faster than I can spend it. In my pocket it lights a fire and I extinguish this fire in one way or another. Sometimes with a Peng, sometimes with a whimper.
Ennui is the enemy constantly to be fought; cries once passionate become, with time, yawns of boredom. Someone has sent me a cutting from a London newspaper in which appears a photograph of Roswell Clark with a crash-dummy crucifixion. To this I say both ‘Ho-hum’ and ‘Thank you, no’. A crucified crash-dummy is not, may I say, comme il faut? ‘Anything goes,’ says an old song. But although one may take the boy out of the Jesuits one does not take the Jesuits out of the boy. Indeed, I have had enough of crash-dummies; they are so ‘last-year’, as one says. I had high hopes for Clark, and perhaps he may yet do something from which will spread ever-widening ripples; I wish him luck but my interest has moved elsewhere.
As to automata, couplings whether human or bestial, however diverse the partners, are of limited stimulation; horror has more depth in its eroticism. On my table the dark wood surrounds the little man; whichever way he turns, the horrible hopping thing is behind him; always it overtakes him as he knows it will. Does he perhaps long for this consummation? Does his desire incline to this ultimate surrender?
M. R. James is indeed premier cru but in H. P. Lovecraft might there be a riper, non-Euclidean delight — a more delicious shudder? Yes, I wonder what Dieter Scharf will do with Cthulhu, rising from the deeps of the ancient past to find love. Doing it his way.
Acknowledgements
For help in my researches, given most graciously, I am indebted to: Justine Lewis and Ming Wilson of the Far Eastern Department of the Victoria & Albert Museum; Lorraine Bewick, Anthony Green, and Henry Grey of Alec Tiranti Ltd; Stuart Duncan of Moss & Co; Mick Corbett and Gary Maclaren of the Fulham Tattoo Centre; Father John Hunter of the Parish Church of St John, Walham Green; Jane Pountney; Cathy Price of the Cranbrook Archive; Stanley Levy; Robert Ellis; and my son Ben. Dominic Power read many drafts and gave me useful comments. My wife Gundula assisted in innumerable ways in London and Autun.
A Note on the Author
Russell Hoban (1925-2011) was the author of many extraordinary novels including Turtle Diary, Angelica Lost and Found and his masterpiece, Riddley Walker. He also wrote some classic books for children including The Mouse and his Child and the Frances books. Born in Lansdale, Pennsylvania, USA, he lived in London from 1969 until his death.
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The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz
Kleinzeit
Turtle Diary
Riddley Walker
Pilgermann
The Medusa Frequency
Fremder
Mr Rinyo-Clacton’s Offer
Angelica’s Grotto
Amaryllis Night and Day
The Bat Tattoo
Her Name Was Lola
Come Dance With Me
Linger Awhile
My Tango with Barbara Strozzi
Angelica Lost and Found
POETRY
The Pedalling Man
The Last of the Wallendas and Other Poems
COLLECTIONS
The Moment Under the moment
FOR CHILDREN
The Mouse and His Child
The Frances Books
The Trokeville Way
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Epigraph
Contents
1 Roswell Clark
2 Sarah Varley
3 Roswell Clark
4 Sarah Varley
5 Adelbert Delarue
6 Roswell Clark
7 Sarah Varley
8 Adelbert Delarue
9 Roswell Clark
10 Sarah Varley
11 Adelbert Delarue
12 Roswell Clark
13 Sarah Varley
14 Adelbert Delarue
15 Roswell Clark
16 Sarah Varley
17 Adelbert Delarue
18 Roswell Clark
19 Sarah Varley
20 Adelbert Delarue
21 Roswell Clark
22 Sarah Varley
23 R. Albert Streeter
24 Roswell Clark
25 Sarah Varley
26 R. Albert Streeter
27 Roswell Clark
28 Sarah Varley
29 R. Albert Streeter
30 Roswell Clark
31 Sarah Varley
32 R. Albert Streeter
Acknowledgements
A Note on the Author
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