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The truth is always an insult or a joke, lies are generally tastier. We love them. The nature of lies is to please. Truth has no concern for anyone's comfort
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Can you be happy with the movies, and the ads, and the clothes in the stores, and the doctors, and the eyes as you walk down the street all telling you there is something wrong with you? No. You cannot be happy. Because, you poor darling baby, you believe them.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I get glimpses of the horror of normalcy. Each of these innocents on the street is engulfed by a terror of their own ordinariness. They would do anything to be unique.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets," Papa would say, "she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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There are the those whose own vulgar normality is so apparent and stultifying that they strive to escape it. They affect flamboyant behaviour and claim originality according to the fashionable eccentricities of their time. They claim brains or talent or indifference to mores in desperate attempts to deny their own mediocrity.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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A true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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He must love me, i thought, amazed. A faint whiff of nausea hit me at seeing pain as proof of love, but it seemed true. Unavoidable.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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There are parts of Texas where a fly lives ten thousand years and a man can't die soon enough. Time gets strange there from too much sky, too many miles from crack to crease in the flat surface of the land.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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It is, I suppose, the common grief of children at having to protect their parents from reality. It is bitter for the young to see what awful innocence adults grow into, that terrible vulnerability that must be sheltered from the rodent mire of childhood.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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There are parts of Texas where a fly lives ten thousand years and a man can't die soon enough.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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In the end I would always pull up with a sense of glory, that loving is the strong side. It's feeble to be an object. What's the point of being loved in return, I'd ask myself.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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What greater gift could you offer your children than an inherent ability to earn a living just by being themselves?
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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[Pride and power] are the same except that pride leaves the lights on and power can do it in the dark.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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You must have wished a million times to be normal.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I’ve wished I had two heads. Or that I was invisible. I’ve wished for a fish’s tail instead of legs. I’ve wished to be more special.”
“Not normal?”
“Never.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Only a lunatic would want to be president. These lunatics are created deliberately by those who wish to be presided over.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The truth is always an insult or a joke. Lies are generally tastier. We love them. The nature of lies is to please. Truth has no concern for anyone’s comfort.” —
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Like colors or a spring tree against that kind of blue sky that pulls your heart out through your eyes. Pretty things will swarm you like that, like your heart was a hive of electric bees.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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How deep and sticky is the darkness of childhood, how rigid the blades of infant evil, which is unadulterated, unrestrained by the convenient cushions of age and its civilizing anesthesia.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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What's bred in the bones, when you have bones, comes through. And they looked at her, watched her, wanted to squirt her full of baby juice.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The hope you get from religion is a three-ring, all-star hope because the risk is outrageous.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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It goes in streaks. But some things never go out of fashion.' Hunger artists, fat folks, giants, and dog acts come and go but real freaks never lose their appeal.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The more people we exclude, the more people will want to join. That’s what exclusive means.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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All he had to do to make me like him was need me. All he had to do to make Arty like him was drop dead.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The old man is spread out on the worm buffet and
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Like colors or a spring tree against that kind ofblue sky that pulls your heart out through your eyes. Pretty things will swarm you like that, like your heart was a hive of electric bees.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born. There
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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It is bitter for the young to see what awful innocence adults grow into, that terrible vulnerability that must be sheltered from the rodent mire of childhood.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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the top head would have controlled everything and made his poor little butt-brother miserable.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Just being visible is my biggest confession, so they try to set me at ease by revealing our equality, by dragging out their own less-apparent deformities.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I stared in silence as Miranda swooped, shrieking, down the playground slide, searching to see alive in her all the dead love in me.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The only liars bigger than the quack are the quack's patients.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I don’t mind being lord of all I survey but I don’t want to have to work at it. It just wouldn’t be practical.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Their bodies lifted up, clean and simple to her in the clear, unconscious awareness of each of their cells’ sensing that she would grunt out strong young.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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My heart died. Arty would despise her. But Mama told me to go on hoping. "Go ahead and love her," Mama said. I've wondered since whether those were Mama's last words, the final sizzle of her synapses.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Then there are those who feel their own strangeness and are terrified by it. They struggle toward normalcy. They suffer to exactly that degree that they are unable to appear normal to others, or to convince themselves that their aberration does not exist. These are true freaks, who appear, almost always, conventional and dull.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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There are parts of Texas where a fly lives ten thousand years and a man can’t die soon enough. Time gets strange there from too much sky, too many miles from crack to crease in the flat surface of the land.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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there are those who feel their own strangeness and are terrified by it. They struggle toward normalcy. They suffer to exactly that degree that they are unable to appear normal to others, or to convince themselves that their aberration does not exist. These are true freaks, who appear, almost always, conventional and dull.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Grownups can deal with scraped knees, dropped ice-cream cones, and lost dollies, but if they suspected the real reasons we cry they would fling us out of their arms in horrified revulsion. Yet we are small and as terrified as we are terrifying in our ferocious appetites
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The whiskey looks like transparent wood in my glass.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I’ve conquered them. They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The only liars bigger than the quack are the quack’s patients.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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It is coincidence, I decide, and I am getting old and batty, thinking the universe revolves around me.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I suspect people are suckers for a prick. I suspect folks just naturally go belly-up for a snob. Folks figure if a guy acts like he’s King Tut and everybody else is donkey shit, he must be an aristocrat.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Understand, daughter, that the only reason for your existing was as a tribute to your uncle-father. You were meant to love him. I planned to teach you how to serve him and adore him. You would be his monument and his fortress against mortality.
Forgive me. As soon as you arrived I realized that you were worth far more than that.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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A carnival in daylight is an unfinished beast, anyway. Rain makes it a ghost. The wheezing music from the empty, motionless rides in a soggy, rained-out afternoon midway always hit my chest with a sweet ache. The colored dance of the lights in the seeping air flashed the puddles in the sawdust with an oily glamour.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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There are those whose own vulgar normality is so apparent and stultifying that they strive to escape it. They affect flamboyant behavior and claim originality according to the fashionable eccentricities of their time. They claim brains or talent or indifference to mores in desperate attempts to deny their own mediocrity. These are frequently artists and performers, adventurers and wide-life devotees.
Then there are those who feel their own strangeness and are terrified by it. They struggle toward normalcy. They suffer to exactly that degree that they are unable to appear normal to others, or to convince themselves that their aberration does not exist. These are true freaks, who appear, almost always, conventional and dull.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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lunatics are created deliberately by those who wish to be presided over.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Taxis are expensive for moderately employed dwarfs who rent extra apartments, swim at private clubs, and fancy themselves as righteous assassins.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Crystal Lil, her door propped open, sits in front of the television with a pan in her lap, a brown bag at her feet. She
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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He had Oly letter a little card that he taped on his wall. The thing read, ‘The only liars bigger than the quack are the quack’s patients.’ Arty used to just keep me in stitches. Eleven years old he was then.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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It is, I suppose, the common grief of children at having to protect their parents from reality. It is bitter for the young to see what awful innocence adults grow into, that terrible vulnerability that must be sheltered from the rodent mire of childhood.
Can we blame the child for resenting the fantasy of largeness? Big, soft arms and deep voices in the dark saying, "Tell Papa, tell Mama, and we'll make it right." The child, screaming for refuge, senses how feeble a shelter the twig hut of grown-up awareness is. They claim strength, these parents, and complete sanctuary. The weeping earth itself knows how desperate is the child's need for exactly that sanctuary. How deep and sticky is the darkness of childhood, how rigid the blades of infant evil, which is unadulterated, unrestrained by the convenient cushions of age and its civilizing anesthesia.
Grownups can deal with scraped knees, dropped ice-cream cones, and lost dollies, but if they suspected the real reasons we cry they would fling us out of their arms in horrified revulsion. Yet we are small and as terrified as we are terrifying in our ferocious appetites.
We need that warm adult stupidity. Even knowing the illusion, we cry and hide in their laps, speaking only of defiled lollipops or lost bears, and getting lollipop or a toy bear'd worth of comfort. We make do with it rather than face alone the cavernous reaches of our skull for which there is no remedy, no safety, no comfort at all. We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets,” Papa would say, “she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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You just want to know that you’re all right. You just want to feel all right.” And now he dives into the sneer. Arty’s sneer could flay a rhino. “That’s all you need other people’s love for!
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The dumb little fuck was supposed to be so goddamn sensitive, how come he couldn’t figure it out? All he had to do to make me like him was need me. All he had to do to make Arty like him was drop dead.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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In the grim blasted regions where the soil had failed or the factories were shut down, whole congregations would drift through the gates,
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Only a lunatic would want to be president. These lunatics are created deliberately by those who wish to be presided over. You’ve seen it a thousand times. We create a leader by locating one in the crowd who is standing up. This may well be because there are no chairs or because his knees are fused by arthritis. It doesn’t matter. We designate this victim as a ‘stand-up guy’ by the simple expedient of sitting down around him.” ARTURISM:
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I’d put myself to sleep only there’s nobody to do my job.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The huge buoyant air sack of love that filled his body had just exploded and the collapse was devastating.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I tell myself that it matters, and that the relics of my life will miss me. Sometimes I believe it.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The truth is always an insult or a joke. Lies are generally tastier. We love them. The nature of lies is to please. Truth has no concern for anyone’s comfort.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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It takes a lady of a certain age to contain the stuff [whiskey]. Particularly the Irish. No offense but a bit of weathering and experience are required not to go right off the edge with it. I would heisitate to serve Irish to a green schoolgirl. Mixes and vodka are enough for them to go wrong on. I couldn't look at myself shaving if I poured Irish for the young.
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Katherine Dunn
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Beside Mama, in my own folding chair, with my feet sticking out in front of me, I thought about my own innards. Just a few months before I'd had no idea whether my reproductive equipment worked. There was no evidence. But that week I had become a full-fledged bleeder and was still absorbed by this first change in myself that I had ever noticed. The click and buzz of my synapses kept making the same connection. If you can change, you can also end. Death had always been a theory to me. Now I knew. The terror hurt good and I nursed it and played it like a loose tooth.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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How proud I am, dancing in the air full of eyes rubbing at me uncovered, unable to look away because of what I am. Those poor hop toads behind me are silent. I've conquered them. They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born. (20)
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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It was becoming apparent that Chick himself had only one ambition and that was to help everybody so much that they would love him.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Consider the whole thing as occupational therapy. Power as cottage industry for the mad. The shepherd is slave to the sheep. A gardener is in thrall to his carrots. Only a lunatic would want to be president. These lunatics are created deliberately by those who wish to be presided over. You've seen it a thousand times. We create a leader by locating one in the crowd who is standing up. This may well be because there are no chairs or because his knees are fused by arthritis. It doesn't matter. We designate this victim as a 'stand-up guy' by the simple expedient of sitting down around him.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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The roses started him thinking, how the oddity of them was beautiful and how that oddity was contrived to give them value. “It just struck me – clear and complete all at once – no long figuring about it.” He realized that children could be designed. “And I thought to myself, now that would a rose garden worthy of a man’s interest.”
We children would smile and hug him and he would grin around at us and send the twins for a pot of cocoa from the drink wagon and me for a bag of popcorn because the red-haired girls would just throw it out when they finished closing the concession anyway. And we would all be cozy in the warm booth of the van, eating popcorn and drinking cocoa and feeling like Papa’s roses.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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There were oil wells everywhere. The soil had been abandoned to dust and lizards, and the backyard of every wind-blistered bungalow in town had thrown over ideas of shade or geraniums in favor of the whiskey promise in the mutter of those green grasshopper pumps...A dozen ravenous steel insects sucked at the shit-caked loam in the mile-square meatfield of empty pens where the beeves, when there were beeves, milled waiting for the knife. (125)
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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You might not hit the target or win the stuffed dog, you might lose your money and look like a fool. You don’t get the surge without the risk. Well. Religion works the same way. The only difference is that it’s more amazing than even Chick or the twins. And it’s a whole lot scarier than the Roll-a-plane or the Screamer, or any simp twister. This scare stuff laps over into the hope department too. The hope you get from religion is a three-ring, all-star hope because the risk is outrageous. Bad! Well, I’m working on it. I’ve got the amazing part down. And the scary bits are a snap. But I’ve got to come up with a hope.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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She talks. People talk easily to me. They think a bald albino hunchback can’t hide anything. My worst is all out in the open. It makes it necessary for people to tell you about themselves. They begin out of simple courtesy. Just being visible is my biggest confession, so they try to set me at ease by revealing our equality, by dragging out their apparent deformities. That’s how it starts. But I am like a stranger on the bus and they get hooked on having a listener. They go too far because I am one listener who is in no position to judge or find fault. They stretch out their dampest secrets because a creature like me has no values or morals. If I am “good" (and they assume that I am), it’s obviously for lack of opportunity to be otherwise. And I listen. I listen eagerly, warmly, because I care. They tell me everything eventually.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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And me all the while having to pee—coughing into the mike when my throat was tired and raw—eyes stinging and lips and chin crumpling in grief at his anger. The sweet tinkle of Electra on the bass and Iphy on the treble with Mama’s voice counting, “One and two and …” as the twins had their piano lesson inside the trailer. The gurgle and hum of the pumps that filtered my brother Arty’s “Aqua Boy” tank. And the dim round moon of baby Fortunato’s face peering at me from the dark of the risers above Papa.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Sometimes when I felt the eyes crawling on me from all sides, I got scared thinking someone was looking who wasn’t just curious. I knew it was my imagination and I got used to it, learned to shunt it away. But sometimes I held onto it quietly, that feeling that someone behind or beside me in the crowd – some guy leaning on the target booth with a rifle, or some cranky sweating father spending too much on ride tickets to keep his kids away from him – anybody could be looking at me in the sidelong way that norms use to look at freaks, but thinking of me twitching and biting at the dirt while my guts spilled out of the big escape hatch he’d cut for them… a feeling like that is special. Sometimes you hold onto it quietly for a while.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Arty's growing flock, however, was different. I dreamed one night that Arty cried them into the world. They came out of his eyes as a green liquid that dripped to the ground making puddles. The puddles thickened and jelled into bodies that got up and hung around Arty.
But Dr. P. and the advance man and McGurk, and later Sanderson and the Bag Man and the nebbishes and the simps who mooned and crooned around him, were all there because of Arty, no matter what other pretext they might claim. They all belonged to him.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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high heels are each big enough to bury an Egyptian in.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Things were slipping on me — oranges at first — then everything.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Dear daughter, I won't try to call my feeling for Arty love. Call it focus. My focus on Art was an ailment, noncommunicable, and, even to me all these years later, incomprehensible. Now I despise myself. But even so I remember, in hot floods, the way he slept, still as death, with his face washed flat, stony as a carved tomb and exquisite. His weakness and his ravening bitter needs were terrible, and beautiful, and irresistible as an earthquake. He scalded or smothered anyone he needed, but his needing and the hurt that it caused me were the most life I ever had. Remember what a poor thing I have always been and forgive me.
He saw no use for you and you interfered with his use of me. I sent you away to please him, to prove my dedication to him, and to prevent him from killing you...
My job was to come back [from the convent] directly, with nothing leaking from beneath my dark glasses, to give Arty his rubdown and then paint him for the next show, nodding cheerfully all the while, never showing anything but attentive care for his muscular wonderfulness. Because he could have killed you. He could have cut off the money that schooled and fed you. He could have erased you so entirely that I never would have had those letters and report cards and photos, or your crayon pictures, or the chance to spy on you, and to love you secretly when everything else was gone.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Hey, nit squat! These are written by norms to scare norms. And do you know what the monsters and demons and rancid spirits are? Us, that’s what. You and me. We are the things that come to the norms in nightmares. The thing that lurks in the bell tower and bites out the throats of the choirboys—that’s you, Oly. And the thing in the closet that makes the babies scream in the dark before it sucks their last breath—that’s me. And the rustling in the brush and the strange piping cries that chill the spine on a deserted road at twilight—that’s the twins singing practice scales while they look for berries.
Don't shake your head at me! These books teach me a lot. They don't scare me because they're about me. Turn the page.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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It's interesting that when these individuals choose-and it is their choice always-to endure voluntary amputations for their own personal benefit, society professes itself shocked and disapproving. Yet this same society respects the concept that any individual should risk total annihilation in war, subject to the judgement of any superior officer at all and for purposes ranging from a promotion for the lieutenant to higher profits for the bullet company. Hell, they don't just respect that idea, they flat out expect it. And they'll shoot your ass if you don't go along with it.
-Arturo in response to critics
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I think I’m getting a notion of how to do this. O.K., a carnival works because people pay to feel amazed and scared. They can nibble around a midway getting amazed here and scared there, or both. And do you know what else? Hope. Hope they’ll win a prize, break the jackpot, meet a girl, hit a bull’s-eye in front of their buddies. In a carnival you call it luck or chance, but it’s the same as hope. Now hope is a good feeling that needs risk to work. How good it is depends on how big the risk is if what you hope doesn’t happen. You hope your old auntie croaks and leaves you a carload of shekels, but she might leave them to her cat. You might not hit the target or win the stuffed dog, you might lose your money and look like a fool. You don’t get the surge without the risk. Well. Religion works the same way. The only difference is that it’s more amazing than even Chick or the twins. And it’s a whole lot scarier than the Roll-a-plane or the Screamer, or any simp twister. This scare stuff laps over into the hope department too. The hope you get from religion is a three-ring, all-star hope because the risk is outrageous. Bad! Well, I’m working on it. I’ve got the amazing part down. And the scary bits are a snap. But I’ve got to come up with a hope.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I ran back dithering, chewing my hands in fright, until Arty finally allowed himself to roll slowly over and drift, belly up, toward the surface, where my short arms could reach him with the crook and tow him to the side. I patted and smoothed his water-swollen scalp and kissed his cheeks and nose and ears, weeping and begging him not to be dead because I, useless though I was, loved him.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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There are those whose own vulgar normality is so apparent and stultifying that they strive to escape it. They affect flamboyant behavior and claim originality according to the fashionable eccentricities of their time. They claim brains or talent or indifference to mores in desperate attempts to deny their own mediocrity. These are frequently artists and performers, adventurers and wide-life devotees.
Then there are those who feel their own strangeness and are terrified by it. They struggle toward normalcy. They suffer to exactly that degree that they are unable to appear normal to others, or to convince themselves that their aberration does not exist. These are true freaks, who appear, almost always, conventional and dull (281-2)
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Then he dreamed that he was in the open door of a plane several thousand feet above the earth and he had to jump holding a baby in his arms. It was his baby. He jumped, pulled the rip cord on the parachute, and it didn’t open. The emergency release didn’t work. He was falling fast. The wind tore at him fiercely. He was gripping the baby as tightly as he could but the wind pried under his arms, strained at his muscles, and suddenly the baby was loose, falling beside him, just out of reach. He flailed and groped in the air, trying to reach it. The baby was falling just a little bit faster than he was. It was below him, falling away from him as he fell after it. The earth screamed up at him. He knew that the baby was going to hit first and he would see it, would know it for a whole fraction of a second before he was smashed into a pulp himself. The terrible millisecond of that grief burst in him and he woke shrieking. He couldn’t get the dream out of his head. He prayed that he would have the dream again but that this time he would fall faster and be allowed to die first.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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We have this advantage, that the norms expect us to be wise. Even a rats-ass dwarf jester got credit for terrible canniness disguised in his foolery. Freaks are like owls, mythed into blinking, bloodless objectivity. The norms figure our contact with their brand of life is shaky. They see us as cut off from temptation and pettiness. Even our hate is grand by their feeble lights. And the more deformed we are, the higher our supposed sanctity.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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His power seems to come from a combination of techniques and personality traits. He seems to have no sympathy for anyone, but total empathy. He is enormously self-centered, proud, vain, disdainful of all who lack the good fortune to be him. This is so evident and so oddly convincing (one finds oneself thinking/agreeing that, yes, Arty is a special person and can’t be judged by normal criteria) that when he turns his interest on an individual (on me) the object (me) suddenly feels elevated to his level (as in — yeah, me and Arty are too special and unique to be judged, etc.). Just when you feel despicable, and that Arty’s disdain is too great a burden to endure, he offers you the option of becoming his peer …
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I wonder, for example, if the twins’ piano training had given them the Tomaini brand of dexterity with hand jobs? Could a non-musician learn it? Could I?
Children stumble through these most critical acts with no real help from the elders who are so anxious to teach them everything else. We were given rules and taboos for the toilet, the sneeze, the eating of an artichoke. Papa taught us all a particular brush stroke for cleaning our teeth, a special angle for the pen in our hand, the exact words for greeting elders, with fine-tuned distinctions for male, female, show folk, customers, or tradesmen. The twins and Arty were taught to design an act, whether it lasted three minutes or thirty, to tease, coax, and startle a crowd, to build to crescendo and then disappear in the instant of climax. From what I have come to understand of life, this show skill, this talk-’em, sock-’em, knock-’em-flat information, is as close as we got to that ultimate mystery. I throw death aside. Death is not mysterious. We all understand death far too well and spend chunks of life resisting, ignoring, or explaining away that knowledge.
But this real mystery I have never touched, never scratched. I’ve seen the tigers with their jaws wide, their fangs buried in each other’s throats, and their shadowed hides sizzling, tip to tip. I’ve seen the young norms tangled and gasping in the shadows between booths. I suspect that, even if I had begun as a norm, the saw-toothed yearning that whirls in me would bend me and spin me colorless, shrink me, scorch every hair from my body, and all invisibly so only my red eyes would blink out glimpses of the furnace thing inside. In fact, I smell the stench of longing so clearly in the streets that I’m surprised there are not hundreds exactly like me on every corner.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Later, at the sink in our van, Mama rinsed the blue stain and the odd spiders, caterpillars, and stems from the bucket.
"Not what we usually start with, but we can go again tomorrow. And this will set up nicely in about six, eight jars."
The berries were beginning to simmer in the big pot on the back burner. Mama pushed her dark wooden spoon into the foaming berries and cicrcled the wall of the pot slowly.
I leaned my hot arms on the table and said, "Iphy better not go tomorrow. She got tired today." I was smelling the berries and Mamaa's sweat, and watching the flex of the blue veins behind her knees.
"Does them good. The twins always loved picking berries, even more than eating them. Though Elly likes her jam."
"Elly doesn't like anything anymore."
The knees stiffened and I looked up. The spoon was motionless. Mama stared at the pot.
"Mama, Elly isn't there anymore. Iphy's changed. Everything's changed. This whole berry business, cooking big meals that nobody comes for, birthday cakes for Arty. It's dumb, Mama. Stop pretending. There isn't any family anymore, Mama."
Then she cracked me with the big spoon. It smacked wet and hard across my ear, and the purple-black juice spayed across the table. She started at me, terrified, her mouth and eyes gaping with fear. I stared gaping at her. I broke and ran.
I went to the generator truck and climbed up to sit by Grandpa. That's the only time Mama ever hit me and I knew I deserved it. I also knew that Mama was too far gone to understand why I deserved it. She'd swung that spoon in a tigerish reflex at blasphemy. But I believed that Arty had turned his back on us, that the twins were broken, that the Chick was lost, that Papa was weak and scared, that Mama was spinning fog, and that I was an adolescent crone sitting in the ruins, watching the beams crumble, and warming myself in the smoke from the funeral pyre. That was how I felt, and I wanted company. I hated Mama for refusing to see enough to be miserable with me. Maybe, too, enough of my child heart was still with me to think that if she would only open her eyes she could fix it all back up like a busted toy.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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I like Miss Lick. Arty always said that was important. “Find a way to like them,” he said. “Like them every minute that you’re with them. If you can like them they’ll be helpless against you.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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– Мама, Элли больше нет. Ифи изменилась. Все изменилось. Это варенье из ежевики, готовка обедов на всю семью, которая давно уже не собирается за одним столом, торты на дни рождения Арти… Зачем это, мама? Перестань притворяться. Семьи больше нет.
Она ударила меня ложкой. Сильно, с размаху – прямо по уху. Фиолетово-черный сок забрызгал весь стол. Мама в ужасе уставилась на меня. Я тоже уставилась на нее, открыв рот. Потом развернулась и убежала.
Я пришла к дедушке и забралась на капот грузовика с генератором. Мама никогда в жизни меня не била. Это был первый и единственный раз, и я знала, что получила заслуженно. Также я знала, что мама уже давно выпала из реальности и никогда не поймет, почему это было заслуженно. Она ударила, не задумываясь. Это был рефлекторный, животный отклик на святотатство. Но я сама верила, что все плохо, что Арти отвернулся от нас, близнецы сломлены, Цыпа потерян, папа слаб и испуган, у мамы туманится сознание, и я осталась совсем одна – юная старуха, сидящая на руинах, глядя на то, как все рушится, и греясь в дыму этого погребального костра. Мне было так одиноко и грустно, и рядом не было никого, кто сумел бы меня утешить. Я ненавидела маму за то, что она не желает признать очевидное и разделить со мной горе. Наверное, в моем взрослеющем сердце еще теплилась детская надежда, что если мама откроет глаза и увидит, что́ происходит, она все исправит, починит, как сломанную игрушку, и все станет, как прежде.
Я сидела в фургоне совсем одна, забившись в свой шкафчик. Меня тошнило. Мутило так, что бросало то в жар, то в холод. Дверцы шкафчика были открыты, и я видела участок блестящего линолеума. Узор из оранжевых кирпичей. Мне хотелось, чтобы пол был голубой или серый – и охлаждал взгляд.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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We need that warm adult stupidity. Even knowing the illusion, we cry and hide in their laps, speaking only of defiled lollipops or lost bears, and getting a lollipop or a toy bear’s worth of comfort. We make do with it rather than face alone the cavernous reaches of our skulls for which there is no remedy, no safety, no comfort at all. We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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her recommendation—Henry James’s The Turn of the Screw, freshly annotated; Alice Munro’s Open Secrets; Denis Johnson’s Resuscitation of a Hanged Man; Katherine Dunn’s Geek Love; Paul Auster’s The New York Trilogy—and the sight of each made her sigh.
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Matthew J. Sullivan (Midnight at the Bright Ideas Bookstore)
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She talks. People talk easily to me. They think a bald albino hunchback dwarf can’t hide anything. My worst is all out in the open. It makes it necessary for people to tell you about themselves. They begin out of simple courtesy. Just being visible is my biggest confession, so they try to set me at ease by revealing our equality, by dragging out their own less-apparent deformities. That’s how it starts. But I am like a stranger on the bus and they get hooked on having a listener. They go too far because I am one listener who is in no position to judge or find fault. They stretch out their dampest secrets because a creature like me has no virtues or morals. If I am “good” (and they assume that I am), it’s obviously for lack of opportunity to be otherwise. And I listen. I listen eagerly, warmly, because I care. They tell me everything eventually.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Оракула создаёт тот, кто задаёт вопрос и думает, будто слышит ответ."
Пока я резала мясо на тарелке Арти, мою грудь распирала тоска, грозившая пролиться слезами из глаз и соплями из носа. Как я теперь понимаю, это была растерянность и печаль, какую испытывают все дети, когда им приходится защищать родителей от жестокой реальности. Детям горько и странно видеть, какими наивными, хрупкими и уязвимыми могут быть взрослые. И их, этих взрослых, конечно же, нужно беречь от всей едкой грязи детства.
Можно ли винить ребенка в том, что его возмущают иллюзии взрослых? Большие мягкие руки, тихий шепот в темноте: «Скажи маме и папе, что приключилось. Мы прогоним любую беду». Ребенок, в слезах ищущий утешения, чувствует, как ненадежно убежище, что ему предлагают. Как дом из соломы, домик из веточек. Взрослые не понимают. Они называются большими и сильными, обещают защиту от всего плохого. И видит бог, как отчаянно дети нуждаются в этой защите. Как непроглядна густая тьма детства, беспощадны клинки детской злобы – незамутненной, чистейшей злобы, которую не сдерживают ни возраст, ни наркоз воспитания.
Взрослые прекрасно справляются с расцарапанными коленками, упавшим на землю мороженым и потерявшимися куклами, но если они заподозрят истинную причину, по которой мы ревем в три ручья, то сразу выпустят нас из объятий и оттолкнут от себя с ужасом и отвращением. И все же мы – маленькие и напуганные, хотя и страшные в своих лютых желаниях.
Нам нужна эта уютная глупость взрослых. Даже зная, что это лишь иллюзия, мы все равно плачем и прячемся у них на коленях, как в домике, но говорим только об уроненных в грязь леденцах или потерянных плюшевых медвежатах и получаем себе в утешение новую конфету или игрушку. Мы обходимся этим малым, чтобы не оставаться один на один с черной бездной у нас в голове, от которой нет избавления, защиты и утешения. Но мы все-таки выживаем – мы вообще очень живучи – и в итоге спасаемся бегством в сумеречную невинность своей собственной взрослости с ее блаженным беспамятством.
Есть в Техасе такие места, где муха живет десять тысяч лет и человек не может умереть в срок. Нечто странное творится со временем. Слишком много там неба, слишком много там миль между трещинками и складками на безысходно ровной земле. Хорст говорил, что теперь мы все проживем дольше положенного, потому что "зимуем в этих оголённых пространствах".
– У нас любовь, – говорит она. Это звучит, как ЛЮБ[сердечко]ВЬ. – Он хочет на мне жениться! – стонет она.
Она изливала слова пополам со слезами, подруга по переписке до мозга костей. Из раза в раз одно и то же.
Норвал не был нахрапистым и бесцеремонным. Он был маневренным и терпеливым, как вода, бегущая по камням.
«Правда – это всегда оскорбление или шутка. Ложь обычно изящнее и тоньше. Мы её любим. Природа лжи – доставлять удовольствие. Правда не озабочена чьим-то удобством».
"Есть лжецы и похуже врача-шарлатана. Это его пациенты."
Порой, когда я просто смотрела на Ала или Хрустальную Лил, мне хотелось схватить монтировку и стукнуть их по голове. Не для того, чтобы убить, а чтобы разбудить. Папа расхаживал с важным видом, мама все глубже и глубже погружалась в себя, оба витали в своих облаках и утратили всякую связь с реальностью, как я ее понимала. Наверное, мне хотелось, чтобы они защитили меня от всех горестей и обид, от разрушительной муки ревности. Я мечтала вернуться в детство, где мама и папа были большими и сильными и могли уберечь меня от моей собственной злобы.
«Почему? Вы спрашиваете, почему? Я думал, вы сами мне скажете. Я не в том положении, чтобы знать. Знать – это ваша работа. Я могу лишь догадываться. У меня есть подозрение, что людям нравится, когда их унижают. Они готовы ползать на брюхе перед каждым снобом. Люди считают, что если парень ведет себя, словно он Тутанхамон, а все остальные – ослиное дерьмо, значит, он аристократ».
Детям приходится постигать самые важные вещи без помощи взрослых, столь озабоченных тем, чтобы научить их всему остальному.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets,' Papa would say, 'she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing. "Spread your lips, sweet Lil," they'd cluck, "and show us your choppers!"'
This same Crystal Lil, our star-haired mama, sitting snug on the built-in sofa that was Arty's bed at night, would chuckle at the sewing in her lap and shake her head. 'Don't piffle to the children, Al. Those hens ran like whiteheads.'
Nights on the road this would be, between shows and towns in some campground or pull-off, with the other vans and trucks and trailers of Binewski's Carnival Fabulon ranged up around us, safe in our portable village.
After supper, sitting with full bellies in the lamp glow, we Binewskis were supposed to read and study. But if it rained the story mood would sneak up on Papa. The hiss and tick on the metal of our big living van distracted him from his papers. Rain on a show night was catastrophe. Rain on the road meant talk, which, for Papa, was pure pleasure.
'It's a shame and a pity, Lil,' he'd say, 'that these offspring of yours should only know the slumming summer geeks from Yale.'
'Princeton, dear,' Mama would correct him mildly. 'Randall will be a sophomore this fall. I believe he's our first Princeton boy.'
We children would sense our story slipping away to trivia. Arty would nudge me and I'd pipe up with, 'Tell about the time when Mama was the geek!' and Arty and Elly and Iphy and Chick would all slide into line with me on the floor between Papa's chair and Mama.
Mama would pretend to be fascinated by her sewing and Papa would tweak his swooping mustache and vibrate his tangled eyebrows, pretending reluctance. 'WellIll . . .' he'd begin, 'it was a long time ago . . .'
'Before we were born!'
'Before . . .' he'd proclaim, waving an arm in his grandest ringmaster style, 'before I even dreamed you, my dreamlets!'
'I was still Lillian Hinchcliff in those days,' mused Mama. 'And when your father spoke to me, which was seldom and reluctantly, he called me "Miss." '
'Miss!' we would giggle. Papa would whisper to us loudly, as though Mama couldn't hear, 'Terrified! I was so smitten I'd stutter when I tried to talk to her. "M-M-M-Miss . . ." I'd say.'
We'd giggle helplessly at the idea of Papa, the GREAT TALKER, so flummoxed.
'I, of course, addressed your father as Mister Binewski.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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There are those whose own vulgar normality is so apparent and stultifying that they strive to escape it. They affect flamboyant behavior and claim originality according to the fashionable eccentricities of their time. They claim brains or talent or indifference to mores in desperate attempts to deny their own mediocrity. These are frequently artists and performers, adventurers and wide-life devotees. “Then there are those who feel their own strangeness and are terrified by it. They struggle toward normalcy. They suffer to exactly that degree that they are unable to appear normal to others, or to convince themselves that their aberration does not exist. These are true freaks, who appear, almost always, conventional and dull.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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It is, I suppose, the common grief of children at having to protect their parents from reality. It is bitter for the young to see what awful innocence adults grow into, that terrible vulnerability that must be sheltered from the rodent mire of childhood. Can we blame the child for resenting the fantasy of largeness? Big, soft arms and deep voices in the dark saying, “Tell Papa, tell Mama, and we’ll make it right.” The child, screaming for refuge, senses how feeble a shelter the twig hut of grown-up awareness is. They claim strength, these parents, and complete sanctuary. The weeping earth itself knows how desperate is the child’s need for exactly that sanctuary. How deep and sticky is the darkness of childhood, how rigid the blades of infant evil, which is unadulterated, unrestrained by the convenient cushions of age and its civilizing anesthesia. Grownups can deal with scraped knees, dropped ice-cream cones, and lost dollies, but if they suspected the real reasons we cry they would fling us out of their arms in horrified revulsion. Yet we are small and as terrified as we are terrifying in our ferocious appetites. We need that warm adult stupidity. Even knowing the illusion, we cry and hide in their laps, speaking only of defiled lollipops or lost bears, and getting a lollipop or a toy bear’s worth of comfort. We make do with it rather than face alone the cavernous reaches of our skulls for which there is no remedy, no safety, no comfort at all. We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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Death is not mysterious. We all understand death far too well and spend chunks of life resisting, ignoring, or explaining away that knowledge.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)
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It seemed unremarkable that if you failed to murder someone you should become that persons guardian slave.
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Katherine Dunn (Geek Love)