your neck, Billie Holiday sings âStrange Fruit.â The song gives me a desperate case of the blues.
Miz Literature comes in and stands behind my chair.
âAre you going to keep on working?â
âMaybe.â
âDo you think youâll get somewhere?â
âI donât know.â
âIf thereâs some way I could help you . . .â
âUnfortunately, itâs the kind of thing you have to do yourself.â
MIZ LITERATURE comes back to observe a half-hour later.
âCool, brother!â
âSince when do Outremont girls talk like that?â
âSince they hang out with blacks.â
âBe specificâsince they go to bed with blacks.â
âYouâre young, gifted and black, is that it?â
âAnd youâre just rich, is that it?â
âNot just rich, since Iâm going to bed with a young, gifted black.â
âYou trying to ruin your Outremont reputation?â
âWhat have you got against the rich?â
âWhat do I have against the rich? Iâm green with envy, Iâm yellow with jealousy. I want to be rich and famous.â
âYou realize Iâm taking you seriously.â
âGood. Thatâs the only serious thing Iâve said in months.â
âYou want to become the best black writer?â
âThatâs right. Better than Dick Wright.â
âBetter than Chester Himes?â
âBetter than Chester.â
âBetter than James Baldwin?â
âBaldwinâs all worn out!â
âBetter than Baldwin or not?â
âBetter than Baldwin. âWith Black Cruiserâs Paradise, a young black Montreal writer puts James Baldwin out to pasture.ââ
THE RAIN stopped a while ago. Itâs stifling in here.
âWhy donât we go out?â
âWhere to?â
âOutside.â
âItâs no better out there.â
âItâs different.â
âYou want a change of scene?â
âThatâs about it.â
It stinks in here, but Miz Literature can put up with the smell better than I can.
âItâs hot, huh?â
âVery hot.â
âHow hot is it?â
âNinety or thereabouts.â
âLook at that bike.â
âWhich one? Down there?â
âWatch carefully.â
âWhy?â
âItâs going to evaporate before it reaches St.
Catherine.â
âAre you crazy? What are you talking about?â
âJust watch.â
âOh no!â
âI told you so.â
âOh, my God! My God! My God!â
âAre you going to say that all day?â
âOh, my God!â
WE GO into Hachette. Artificial cool. The bookstoreâs full.
âLook at the crowd!â
âItâs because of the air conditioning. Most of them donât have the slightest intention of buying a book.
Theyâre here for the cool air.â
âWhat are they reading?â
âCookbooks, macrame, diet, horoscope, great outdoors, sports. Stanké and his gang.â
âWhat are we going to read?â
âWeâre here to steal. When you rip off a book, you must choose only the best. When I want to read a bad book, I buy it. Getting caught with a lousy writer under your shirt is the greatest humiliation.â
âWhat are we going to steal?â
âSuit yourself.â
Iâve got the cashier all figured out. She looks but she doesnât see. Better pay attention to the guy standing with his hands behind his back, near the paperbacks. Heâs the floorwalker.
Miz Literature is whispering away. Thatâs her way of panicking.
âKeep your eyes open for ladies in their sixtiesâ you know, flower-print dresses, silver hair, clean hands, Madame Respectable. Theyâre liable to squeal on you just to get in good with the store manager.
That gives them legitimacy, since they come here every day.â
Miz Literature is all hot and bothered.