The Bad Book Affair. Ian Sansom

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      ‘Here we are, then,’ said George, opening the creaking, paint-flaking, hinge-rusted, wood-rotting brace-and-ledge door to the former chicken coop that was now home to Israel Armstrong (B.A., (Hons.)), certainly Tumdrum’s and possibly Ireland’s only English Jewish vegetarian mobile librarian.

      ‘The King of Siam,’ said Ted, striding in. ‘Let’s have a look at him, then.’

      Israel lay on his metal-framed bed in the middle of the room, dirty quilt pulled up around him, broken-backed books everywhere, empty bottles of wine and Jumping Jack cider stacked around like giddy sentinels. A row of broad-shouldered peanut butter jars stood lined up on top of the rickety shelves next to the bed, staring down disapprovingly at the squalor below.

      Israel raised his head wearily and dismissively from his book as George and Ted entered.

      ‘Quite a sight, eh?’ said George.

      ‘Ach, for goodness’ sake,’ said Ted.

      ‘Morning, Israel!’ said George.

      Israel placed his index finger on the page of Infinite Jest that he was currently reading, and rereading, and rereading again, looked up at his visitors, returned to the book.

      ‘This what he’s been like the whole time, is it?’

      ‘Well, I only came across him last week,’ said George. ‘I was wondering why I hadn’t seen him for a while. He’d not been in the house and I hadn’t seen him leaving for work.’

      ‘Hmm,’ said Ted, going up to the end of the bed, like a doctor on his ward rounds. ‘What’s with the auld face-lace, then?’

      ‘I think he’s growing a beard,’ said George, quietly.

      ‘That’s always a bad sign,’ said Ted.

      ‘He might look all right with a goatee,’ said George.

      ‘I wouldn’t have thought it,’ said Ted. ‘They look all right on goats, but…Maybe a moustache.’

      ‘Ach, no,’ said George. ‘No one has a moustache these days. They went out with the Troubles.’

      ‘More’s the pity,’ said Ted. ‘I had a nice moustache once. Back in the day.’

      ‘Sorry. Excuse me? Can I possibly help you two?’ said Israel, rubbing his forehead as if in great pain. ‘You do seem to have just barged into my home here.’

      ‘I’ve brought Ted to see you,’ said George.

      ‘I can see that,’ said Israel. ‘And do neither of you normally knock before you enter someone’s home?’

      ‘Don’t ye dare get sharp with me,’ said Ted.

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