Jun 12, 2014

The anchor nouveau from FOX --- This is heaven (teaser)

This is the second teaser of the chapter "A box of sleepy kittens" (here's the first). It's a bit non-standard, this chapter, (a) because we needed, after all the colloquy of the previous chapters, a decidedly prose-oriented text, (b) because we wanted to convey the vibes of the first joint chillin' of Alex and John, and (c)  because we wanted to related the story of the first festival night from an unexpected angle. So here's a bit more about that first night. Main characters, as usual, are John and Alex, who are relating the events of the evening to Maurice. 

For more context, refer to the earlier teasers (link below), or this post. Here goes:


The fourth in the line is a couple with a name like Håågen-Dazs, a man with a blonde mop of hair and soft, hanging boobs under his dress shirt, and a bosomy wife sitting in the first row of the main bleacher to whom he’s waving a lot when she’s not waving back. The wife, we had her over too, she came to buy chocolates from Ben because she got so nervous, she had to flee the “staggering physicality of palpable tension” on the stage, as she explained.
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The fifth candidate is also blond, but female, with a longish, consent-demanding face that stares right at you, and a lot of hands and fingernails attached to her extremities, hot in a fashioned way (she), pure anchor nouveau, she could host any show, especially on FOX, especially on Christmas decoration. 
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She wasn’t even looking (over her shoulder) while the mayor had already developed a taste for crowd-control and worked the audience about her husband’s plight, thumbs-up-thumbs-down, coliseum style, the mayor’s thumb up, Håågen’s thumb up, boos and cheers, the mayor’s thumb down, Håågen feigning despair, or not, the crowd roaring, feet stampin’, bleachers collapsing (almost), the mayor’s thumbs up again, Håågen waving at the empty seat of his nervous wife while Brigittå (the wife) explains that they are participating because they are a pair of romance novel writers and need to branch out into Young Adults, whatever that means. Håågen survives.

The fifth candidate?

The fifth candidate is also blond, but female, with a longish, consent-demanding face that stares right at you, and a lot of hands and fingernails attached to her extremities, hot in a fashioned way (she), pure anchor nouveau, she could host any show, especially on FOX, especially about Christmas decoration (I have to explain to Maurice about FOX's War on Christmas). She survives while casting a malevolent regard at the defeated fish under the bridge, it’s so subtle...

...how far are we now? The sixth candidate is also a woman, Maurice will appreciate this, she’s Blanche DuBois from the Streetcar Named Desire played by Vivian Leigh, but fatter, cleavage, real-sweet, off-off-Broadway. She’s not popular with the crowd but survives nonetheless. Brigittå, who has not returned to the bleachers, has a theory why Blanche survived, and explains about women and the sixth sense in general. We’re down to two candidates now, it’s all ABBA-TV (Brigittå explains), survival chance down to par, Luke, Ben’s boss, is the last in line. The seventh candidate is a shady character, so he survives. He’s so shady, he possibly knows about the hundred kay...
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Have you ever read de Sade? No, but I have an idea. You have no idea, Alex says.
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...so it’s down to Luke now, the only real vampire of the festival, agency and all. We know that Luke will go down, one more candidate needs to be eliminated, Luke knows it too, but he grins-and-bears-it on the way to the piranha trap, is ditched accordingly, and lands on the mean-looking, fall-breaking fish (in style). Luke hasn’t been seen since, Ben has to fear for his job now, Luke may no longer need him. The beer cans are empty and Maurice retires. John slides back under the sheets but has trouble climbing back into the box of sleepy kittens. He has, true to form, mishandled the Ben-situation completely, barely making contact with Ben on the field, although he ought to know that Ben needs a place to sleep, for example. Just for starters. He feels shame and guilt (John). Every three minutes he has a panic attack. Alex is back on his iPad, not playing with John’s tousled hair but reading something about Juliette. You mean as in Romeo? No, as in Marquis de Sade. “Seeking some inspiration?” No, not yet. He talks like Godehart (de Sade), at least in the English translation (he says (Alex)). Have you ever read de Sade? No, but I have an idea. You have no idea, Alex says. He plays with my hair again. “For as long as I play with your hair there’s no reason for concern,” he says.
“That sounds like a threat,” I say.
“There’s no hair-playing in de Sade, hair’s the only body part exempted.”
“Exempted?”
“They don’t play with.”


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