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First published in Great Britain by Fourth Estate in 2015
First published in the United States by Farrar, Straus and Giroux in 2015
Copyright © Jonathan Franzen 2015
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Source ISBN: 9780007532766
Ebook Edition © September 2015 ISBN: 9780007532797
Version: 2017-03-28
for Elisabeth Robinson
… Die stets das Böse will und stets das Gute schafft
Contents
MONDAY
Oh pussycat, I’m so glad to hear your voice,” the girl’s mother said on the telephone. “My body is betraying me again. Sometimes I think my life is nothing but one long process of bodily betrayal.”
“Isn’t that everybody’s life?” the girl, Pip, said. She’d taken to calling her mother midway through her lunch break at Renewable Solutions. It brought her some relief from the feeling that she wasn’t suited for her job, that she had a job that nobody could be suited for, or that she was a person unsuited for any kind of job; and then, after twenty minutes, she could honestly say that she needed to get back to work.
“My left eyelid is drooping,” her mother explained. “It’s like there’s a weight on it that’s pulling it down, like a tiny fisherman’s sinker or something.”
“Right now?”
“Off and on. I’m wondering if it might be Bell’s palsy.”
“Whatever Bell’s palsy is, I’m sure you don’t have it.”
“If you don’t even know what it is, pussycat, how can you be so sure?”
“I don’t know—because you didn’t have Graves’ disease? Hyper-thyroidism? Melanoma?”
It wasn’t as if Pip felt good about making fun of her mother. But their dealings were all tainted by moral hazard, a useful phrase she’d learned in college economics. She was like a bank too big in her mother’s economy to fail, an employee too indispensable to be fired for bad attitude. Some of her friends in Oakland also had problematic parents, but they still managed to speak to them daily without undue weirdnesses transpiring, because even the most problematic of them had resources that consisted of more than just their single offspring. Pip was it, as far as her own mother was concerned.
“Well, I don’t think I can go to work today,” her mother said. “My Endeavor is the only thing that makes that job survivable, and I can’t connect with the Endeavor when there’s an invisible fisherman’s sinker pulling on my eyelid.”
“Mom, you can’t call in sick again. It’s not even July. What if you get the actual flu or something?”
“And meanwhile everybody’s wondering what this old woman with СКАЧАТЬ