The Fuck-Up
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“You know, you might have played a part in his suicide, but I don’t think you were the total reason,” I finally said. “He wasn’t writing anymore. I think he was coming to terms with the fact that he couldn’t be what he wanted to be.”
“What was that?”
“Some kind of great towering thinker.”
While she thought about this, her face seemed to brighten, like a dimmer inside was slowly turning up. The pores and lines seemed to vanish. I got up and buttoned the collar of my shirt, which I suppose she misunderstood as some gesture toward departing, because she said, “You don’t have to leave. I owe you one.”
“You owed him one. You don’t owe me shit.”
“Well, maybe not, but he used to talk about you. He used to say he wanted to help you.”
“How?”
“He said that New York was your way of fluctuating yourself. No wait, he said you were flatualating yourself.”
“Flatualating myself?”
“You know, when you hit yourself.” She rolled her eyes. “And when I saw you sitting there in that doorway all zonked out, it was like Helmsley was right there saying, Help him.”
“Did he mention why I was flagellating myself?”
“No.”
I nodded and made a thank you expression. After a while, she asked for a glass of water. I got her a glass, which she drank slowly. Then she closed her eyes and lay back down. I sat on a chair near the bed and watched her sleeping. I was still shocked over how she felt about Helmsley. I had grazed along the surface of her actions and made deep judgments. Rejecting someone because you couldn’t understand their love, that was a new one. The more I thought about it the longer the shadow of doubt stretched over all my conclusions. More often than not, things were as they seemed. But as I stared at her, she wasn’t as bad looking as I had once thought. I realized how all this time I had seen her the wrong way, and how one’s character affects one’s appearance. Although she wasn’t my type she was attractive. As I thought about her—the vulnerable intelligence, the violent honesty, and the fact that in the entire city she was the only one who took me in and fed me—she became more and more irresistible. Baited by an obscure beauty, trapped by an intense sorrow—all prior definitions had been overruled: this was love.
I must have fallen asleep because at one point I was aware of her stirring me. I climbed into bed with her, fully dressed. And she quickly fell back to sleep in my arms.
I’ve been living with her now for some years. I found a job in a chain bookstore and eventually became the manager. I’ve settled in, acquired new friends, people to console and to be consoled by. In Brooklyn I am content, the closest we can come to a sustained happiness.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ARTHUR NERSESIAN is the author of a second novel, Manhattan Loverboy. He was the managing editor of the literary magazine, The Portable Lower East Side, and has been teaching English at Eugenio Maria de Hostos Community College in the South Bronx since 1990.
PRAISE FOR ARTHUR NERSESIAN’S THE FUCK-UP
“A Trainspotting without drugs, New York style.”
—Hal Sirowitz, author of Mother Said
“For those who remember that the eighties were as much about destitute grit as they were about the decadent glitz described in the novels of Bret Easton Ellis and Jay McInerney, this book will come as a fast-paced reminder.”
—Time Out
“Touted as the bottled essence of early eighties East Village living, THE FUCK-UP is, refreshingly, nothing nearly so limited…. A cult favorite, I’d say it’s ready to become a legitimate religion.”
—Smug Magazine
“Having ‘grown to tolerate all of New York’s degradations,’ Arthur Nersesian’s main character is irresistibly charming, funny, and real. Nersesian’s writing, reminding me at times of John Patrick Shanley and Gogol, is beautiful, especially when it is about women and love. THE FUCK-UP is a terrific success.”
—Jennifer Belle, author of Going Down
“Not since The Catcher in the Rye, or John Knowles’ A Separate Peace, have I read such a beautifully written book…. Nersesian’s powerful, sure-footed narrative alone is so believably human in its poignancy…. Nersesian mixes ‘F’ trains, lumpy couches, SoHo lofts, dive bars, lonely divorcees, porn theaters, posh brownstones, embezzling employers, ritzy Hard Rock Cafe parties, deceitful, would-be kept starlets, bathroom-stall poetry, free Mercedes-Benzes, and even Mormons. Whew! I couldn’t put this book down.”
—Grid Magazine
“Fantastically alluring! I cannot recommend this book highly enough!”
—Flipside
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Also by Arthur Nersesian
East Village Tetralogy (four plays)
Tremors & Faultlines: Photopoems of San Francisco (poems)
Manhattan Loverboy (novel)
New York Complaints (poems)
Tompkins Square & Other III-Fated Riots (poems)
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Portions of this book have appeared in the Portable Lower East Side.
Previously published by Akashic Books
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