when it comes to cadavers, as you so quaintly call them. Thatâs a different area of expertise.â
âYouâre saying the old ways were better?â
He didnât care for his wife when she was in one of these moods. The Polish girl came with chorizo and calamari with crusty bread and olives. The Bognors eyed them thoughtfully.
âIf you put it like that, then I suppose so, yes.â
âSo,â she said, triumphantly spearing an olive with a toothpick. âYou admit it.â
âAdmit what?â
âThat thereâs an old way and a new way of doing things.â
âI didnât say that.â
âYou did actually.â
Bognor was about to argue, but thought better of it and took his own olive instead. He used his fingers and not a toothpick.
âI simply donât see the point,â he said, very deliberately, âof crashing in where angels fear to tread, if you follow my drift. Bones and hacksaws just arenât my thing. I do motivation, trade gaps, political intrigue, zeitgeists, grown-up stuff.â
âMeaning pathology is for other ranks?â
âI didnât say that. I wish youâd stop putting words into my mouth.â He put a ring of calamari into his mouth instead of Monicaâs words, chewed and took a sip of wine. âI simply donât understand this modern obsession with gory detail. I donât need to examine the body to know that someoneâs dead. And if itâs a question of âhowâ, then I rely on the expert. I do âwhyâ. With the greatest respect to the Patricia Cornwells of this world, they canât do that.â
âThatâs not what most people think.â
âI donât give a flying whatsit for what most people think. Iâm not interested in most people. Iâm interested in right and wrong, the truth, eternal verities. âMost peopleâ, as you put it, arenât interested in concepts like that.â
âYou donât like âmost peopleâ, do you?â
âIâm indifferent to âmost peopleâ,â he said, âand, in a sense, Iâm paid to be just that. I despise highly paid executives who hide behind majorities and committees. Iâm not a great believer in popular opinion, best-sellers, fashion and all that garbage. Leaders are paid to lead and that means being decisive and, if necessary, unpopular. Only a fool fails to listen to advice, but only a fool always acts on it.â
âMax said to me the other day that the crime and thriller market is dominated by âserial killer novels, American forensics and the exceptionally gruesomeâ.â
âYou know my opinion of Max,â said Bognor. Max had been a contemporary of Monicaâs at the Courtauld but had decided there was no money in the history of art and its appurtenances. He had started his own publishing house specializing in British editions of American best-sellers. He drove a Porsche, had a mews house in Belgravia and was, as they put it, unmarried. Bognor did not think much of him on a number of accounts. âIn any case, Max deals in fiction. I do real life.â
She laughed. âYou call it real life but you never sit in on autopsies or get your hands dirty doing menial work. Home or away.â
He chewed chorizo. It was fatty and flavoursome. Bad for him. Which he approved of.
âI told you. Iâm paid to think. Iâm going to have hake with a green sauce and a red Ribiero. What about you? Iâm not in the mood for white.â
She said sheâd like the rabbit which came with a Portuguese sounding sauce involving clams and said she was feeling reddish too.
âFiction mirrors life,â she said. âIf itâs not realistic, itâs no good.â
He snorted derisively. âFiction is fiction. If it just mirrors real life then itâs pointless. It has to be a work of imagination. As such itâs artificial.