Sunday, January 10, 2016




Wilton's Creek lies at the center of the Great Plains, north of Shepherd's Grove, to the left of Dobb's Point, and just above the bluffs that form Planck's Constant. The land is arable and is found primarily on the ground. Once a year, the swirling winds from the Kinna Hurrah rip through the open fields, lifting farmers from their work and depositing them hundreds of miles to the south, where they often resettle and open boutiques. On a gray Tuesday morning in June, Comfort Tobias, the Washburns' housekeeper, entered the Washburn home, as she had done each day for the past seventeen years. The fact that she had been fired nine years ago had not stopped her coming to clean, and the Washburns value her more than ever since terminating her wages.
The minute the housekeeper entered the master bedroom, she knew something was amiss. Then she saw it -- she couldn't believe her eyes! Someone had been at the mattress and had cut off the tag that reads, "It is a violation of law to remove the tag, except by the consumer." Tobias shuddered. Her legs buckled and she felt sick. Something told her to look in the children's room, and sure enough, there, too, the tags had been removed from the mattresses. Now her blood froze as she saw a large shadow loom ominously across the wall. Her heart pounded and she wanted to scream. Then she recognized the shadow as her own and, resolving to diet, phoned the police.
-- Woody Allen, Above the Law, Below the Box Springs, excerpted from Mere Anarchy (2007)

2 comments:

JiEL said...

Il y a un petit air du Québec dans cette ferme là..

On en voit comme celle-là ici, même maison, même scène rurale.

another country said...

En voyant la photo, j'ai pensé qu'il s'agissait effectivement de la maison de la famille Clutter. Je craque toujours sur ce texte de Woody Allen (je ne reprends ici que les premiers paragraphes), un de ses plus beaux pastiches (avec Mme Bovary à NYC, Van Gogh dans "Si les impressionnistes avaient été dentistes", j'en passe et des meilleurs).