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the New York émigrés。 Lasher and Grappa in particular。 They had the wanness of obsession； of powerful appetites confined to small spaces。 Murray said that Elliot Lasher had a film noir face。 His features were sharply defined； his hair perfumed with some oily extract。 I had the curious thought that these men were nostalgic for black…and…white； their longings dominated by achromatic values； personal extremes of postwar urban gray。
Alfonse Stompanato sat down； radiating aggression and threat。 He seemed to be watching me； one department head measuring the aura of another。 There was a Brooklyn Dodger emblem sewed to the front of his gown。
Lasher wadded up a paper napkin and tossed it at someone two tables away。 Then he stared at Grappa。
〃Who was the greatest influence on your life？〃 he said in a hostile tone。
〃Richard Widmark in Kiss of Death。 When Richard Widmark pushed that old lady in that wheelchair down that flight of stairs； it was like a personal breakthrough for me。 It resolved a number of conflicts。 I copied Richard Widmark's sadistic laugh and used it for ten years。 It got me through some tough emotional periods。 Richard Widmark as Tommy Udo in Henry Hathaway's Kiss of Death。 Remember that creepy laugh？ Hyena…faced。 A ghoulish titter。 It clarified a number of things in my life。 Helped me bee a person。〃
〃Did you ever spit in your soda bottle so you wouldn't have to share your drink with the other kids？〃
〃It was an automatic thing。 Some guys even spit in their sandwiches。 After we pitched pennies to the wall； we'd buy stuff to eat and drink。 There was always a flurry of spitting。 Guys spit on their fudge pops； their charlotte russes。〃
〃How old were you when you first realized your father was a jerk？〃
〃Twelve and a half；〃 Grappa said。 〃I was sitting in the balcony at the Loew's Fairmont watching Fritz Lang's Clash by Night with Barbara Stanwyck as Mae Doyle； Paul Douglas as Jerry d'Amato and the great Robert Ryan as Earl Pfeiffer。 Featuring J。 Carroll Naish； Keith Andes and the early Marilyn Monroe。 Shot in thirty…two days。 Black and white。〃
〃Did you ever get an erection from a dental hygienist rubbing against your arm while she cleaned your teeth？〃
〃More times than I can count。〃
〃When you bite dead skin off your thumb； do you eat it or spit it out？〃
〃Chew it briefly； then propel it swiftly from the end of the tongue。〃
〃Do you ever close your eyes；〃 Lasher said； 〃while you're driving on a highway？〃
〃I closed my eyes on 95 North for eight full seconds。 Eight seconds is my personal best。 I've closed my eyes for up to six seconds on winding country roads but that's only doing thirty or thirty…five。 On multilane highways I usually hover at seventy before I close my eyes。 You do this on straightaways。 I've closed my eyes for up to five seconds on straightaways driving with other people in the car。 You wait till they're drowsy is how you do it。〃
Grappa had a round moist worried face。 There was something in it of a sweet boy betrayed。 I watched him light up a cigarette； shake out the match and toss it into Murray's salad。
〃How much pleasure did you take as a kid；〃 Lasher said； 〃in imagining yourself dead？〃
〃Never mind as a kid；〃 Grappa said。 〃I still do it all the time。 Whenever I'm upset over something； I imagine all my friends； relatives and colleagues gathered at my bier。 They are very； very sorry they weren't nicer to me while I lived。 Self…pity is something I've worked very hard to maintain。 Why abandon it just because you grow up？ Self…pity is something that children are very good at； which must mean it is natural and important。 Imagining yourself dead is the cheapest； sleaziest； most satisfying form of childish self…pity。 How sad and remorseful and guilty all those people are； standing by your great bronze coffin。 They can't even look each other in the eye because they know that the death of this decent and passionate man is the result of a conspiracy they all took part in。 The coffin is banked with flowers and lined with a napped fabric in salmon or peach。 What wonderful cross…currents of self…pity and self…esteem you are able to wallow in； seeing yourself laid out in a dark suit and tie； looking tanned； fit and rested； as they say of presidents after vacations。 But there is something even more childish and satisfying than self…pity； something that explains why I try to see myself dead on a regular basis； a great fellow surrounded by sniveling mourners。 It is my way of punishing people for thinking their own lives are more important than mine。〃
Lasher said to Murray； 〃We ought to have an official Day of the Dead。 Like the Mexicans。〃
〃We do。 It's called Super Bowl Week。〃
I didn't want to listen to this。 I had my own dying to dwell upon； independent of fantasies。 Not that I thought Grappa's remarks were ill…founded。 His sense of conspiracy aroused in me a particular ripple of response。 This is what we forgive on our deathbeds； not lovelessness or greed。 We forgive them for their ability to put themselves at a distance； to scheme in silence against us； do us； effectively； in。
I watched Alfonse reassert his bearish presence with a shoulder…rolling gesture。 I took this as a sign that he was wanning up to speak。 I wanted to bolt； make off suddenly； run。
〃In New York；〃 he said； looking directly at me； 〃people ask if you have a good internist。 This is where true power lies。 The inner organs。 Liver； kidneys； stomach； intestines； pancreas。 Internal medicine is the magic brew。 You acquire strength and charisma from a good internist totally aside from the treatment he provides。 People ask about tax lawyers； estate planners； dope dealers。 But it's the internist who really matters。 'Who's your internist？' someone will say in a challenging tone。 The question implies that if your internist's name is unfamiliar； you are certain to die of a mushroom…shaped tumor on your pancreas。 You are meant to feel inferior and doomed not just because your inner organs may be trickling blood but because you don't know who to see about it； how to make contacts； how to make your way in the world。 Never mind the military…industrial plex。 The real power is wielded every day； in these little challenges and intimidations； by people just like us。〃
I gulped down my dessert and slipped away from the table。 Outside I waited for Murray。 When he emerged I held his arm just…above the elbow and we walked across campus like a pair of European senior citizens； heads bowed in conversation。
〃How do you listen to that？〃 I said。 〃Death and disease。 Do they talk like that all the time？〃
〃When I covered sports； I used to get together with the other writers on the road。 Hotel rooms； planes； taxis； restaurants。 There was only one topic of conversation。 Sex and death。〃
〃That's two topics。〃
〃You're right； Jack。〃
〃I would hate to believe they are inextricably linked。〃
〃It's just that on the road everything is linked。 Everything and nothing； to be precise。〃
We walked past small mounds of melting snow。
〃How is your car crash seminar progressing？〃
〃We've looked at hundreds of crash sequences。 Cars with cars。 Cars with trucks。 Trucks with buses。 Motorcycles with cars。 Cars with helicopters。 Trucks with trucks。 My students think these movies are prophetic。 They mark the suicide wish of technology。
The drive to suicide； the hurtling rush to suicide。〃
〃What do you say to them？〃
〃These are mainly B…movies； TV movies； rural drive…in movies。 I tell my students not to look for apocalypse in such places。 I see these car crashes as part of a long tradition of American optimism。 They are positive events； full of the old 'can…do' spirit。 Each car crash is meant to be better than the last。 There is a constant upgrading of tools and skills； a meeting of challenges。 A director says； 'I need this flatbed truck to do a midair double somersault that produces an orange ball of fire with a thirty…six…foot diameter； which the cinematographer will use to light the scene。' I tell my students if they want to bring technology into it； they have to take this into account； this tendency toward grandiose deeds； toward pursuing a dream。〃
〃A dream？ How do your students reply？〃
〃Just the way you did。 'A dream？' All that blood and glass； that screeching rubber。 What about the sheer waste； the sense of a civilization in a state of decay？〃
〃What about it？〃 I said。
〃I tell them it's not decay they are seeing but innocence。 The movie breaks away from plicated human passions to show us something elemental； something fiery and loud and head…on。 It's a conservative wish…fulfillment； a yearning for na？veté。 We want to be artless again。 We want to reverse the flow of experience； of worldliness and its responsibilities。 My students say； 'Look at the crushed bodies； the severed limbs。 What kind of innocence is this？'〃
〃What do you say to that？〃
〃I tell them they can't think of a car crash in a movie as a violent act。 It's a celebration。 A reaff？rmation of traditional values and beliefs。 I connect car crashes to holidays like Thanksgiving and the Fourth。 We don't mourn the dead or rejoice in miracles。 These are days of secular optimism； of self…celebration。 We will improve； prosper； perfect ourselves。 Watch any car crash in any American movie。 It is a high…spirited moment like old…fashioned stunt flying； walking on wings。 The people who stage these crashes are able to capture a lightheartedness； a carefree enjoyment that car crashes in foreign movies can never approach。〃
〃Look past the violence。〃
〃Exactly。 Look past the violence； Jack。 There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun。〃
29
Babette and I moved down the wide aisle； each with a gleaming cart。 We passed a family shopping in sign language。 I kept seeing colored lights。
〃How do you feel？〃 she said。
〃I'm fine。 I feel good。 How are you？〃
〃Why don't you have a checkup？ Wouldn't you feel better if you found out nothing was there？〃
〃I've had two checkups。 Nothing is there。〃
〃What did Dr。 Chakravarty say？〃
〃What could he say？〃
〃He speaks English beautifully。 I love to hear him speak。〃
〃Not as much as he loves to speak。〃
〃What do you mean he loves to speak？ Do you mean he takes every possible opportunity to speak？ He's a doctor。 He has to speak。 In a very real sense you are paying him to speak。 Do you mean he flaunts his beautiful English？ He rubs your face in it？〃
〃We need some Class Plus。〃
〃Don't leave me alone；〃 she said。
〃I'm just going to aisle five。〃
〃I don't want to be alone； Jack。 I believe you know that。〃
〃We're going to e through this thing all right；〃 I said。 〃Maybe stronger than ever。 We're determined to be well。 Babette is not a neurotic person。 She is strong； healthy； outgoing； affirmative。 She says yes to things。 This is the point of Babette。〃
We stayed together in the aisles and at the checkout。 Babette bought three tabloids for her next session with Old Man Treadwell。 We read them together as we waited on line。 Then we went together to the car； loaded the merchandise； sat very close to each other as I drove home。
〃Except for my eyes；〃 I said。
〃What do you mean？〃
〃Chakravarty thinks I ought to see an eye man。〃
〃Is it the colored spots again？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Stop wearing those dark glasses。〃
〃I can't teach Hitler without them。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃I need them； that's all。〃
〃They're stupid； they're useless。〃
〃I've built a career；〃 I said。 〃I may not understand all the elements involved but this is all the more reason not to tamper。〃
The déjà vu crisis centers closed down。 The hotline was quietly discontinued。 People seemed on the verge of forgetting。 I could hardly blame them even if I felt abandoned to a certain extent； left holding the bag。
I went faithfully to German lessons。 I began to work with my teacher on things I might say in weling delegates to the Hitler conference； still a number of weeks off。 The windows were totally blocked by furniture and debris。 Howard Dunlop sat in the middle of the room； his oval face floating in sixty watts of dusty light。 I began to suspect I was the only person he ever talked to。 I also b