The Twenty-Seventh City. Jonathan Franzen
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Название: The Twenty-Seventh City
Автор: Jonathan Franzen
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9780007383245
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“It’s the very least an old sinner can do for the world,” said Bill, who was not old, and seemed sinless.
“—the Redskins,” Jack was saying. “We could catch up a little, get a bite to eat before—”
“Sure, yes, fine,” Probst said, still staring at Bill.
Rolf Ripley liked a girl with pluck, and Devi, his latest acquisition, had it. Last night in her suite at the airport Marriott, she’d told him his nose was redder than a souse’s.
“A souse’s, luv? Do let’s let Rolf give us a good spank.”
“And you’ll start to cough,” she said.
“That won’t happen, luv. I don’t get coughs.”
“No?”
“No,” he said. “I’ve learned from decades of experimentation to sleep with my head flat on the mattress. That way, the what the devil d’you call it—the mucus—stays where it belongs. No cough.”
Devi laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“A cold doesn’t spread through mucus. It spreads through blood.”
“And how do you know that?”
“I heard it on the radio.”
“Then why, pray tell, do I not get coughs?”
“Your body must be as stupid as your brain!”
She was a gem, a gem. And when he wanted to change key, he simply pushed a pedal: “Take it back.”
“I take it back.”
He’d never had another quite like her. All the dishes in his past, the Tricias and Maudes and Amandas, the sex piglets and Dallas snobs and randy undergrads, the mute tarts, corporate wives and gold-digging salesclerks, banquet favors, cynical secretaries and door-to-door sluts: all paled before Devi. Even the few he’d had in London and New York were not the real item, but imports, farm-girls at heart, sinning venally, not mortally. Men from the capitals never shared their finest stock, and though Rolf was in all ways their superior, Fate had consigned him to Saint Louis. Oh, the Saint Louis girls! God knew, Rolf had tried his Pygmalion best to teach them; still they remained porcine and drawling. They couldn’t hold a candle to Devi. She was his aesthetic fulfillment, teachable and teaching, as sharp as the glitter city Bombay and, in her docility, older than the Old World, an object to rut on and an angel to frame. In fact, he damn near loved her, and if she weren’t an Indian he might have gone further and made himself her fool. But he was at pains to be careful. For not only was Devi in cahoots with S. Jammu and Princess Asha Hammaker but she was dreadfully indiscreet. Among the tidbits she had dropped were the facts that Jammu was angling for the affections of the mayor; that Asha, whose fortune was made now, was pursuing Buzz Wismer as well; and that both these South Asian lovelies were intent upon staging a real-estate panic in the ghetto. Interesting.
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