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Anything Can Happen
Notes on My Inadequate Life and Yours
Roger Rosenblatt
Table of Contents

Title Page

Table of Contents

...

Copyright

Dedication

Contents

Epigraph

Take Two

My Bear

Lecture to One Suffering Yet Another Identity Crisis

On Aristocracy

What Bothers Me

Advice to Those About to Acquire a Rembrandt

Tyranny for Beginners

Don't Take Your Soul to New England

Stopping by Words on a Snowy Evening

On Your Conduct at the Dinner Party

My Stump Speech

On Class Distinctions

Shorter Than Bacon's

A Song for Jessica

New Year's at Luchow's

Yo, Weatherman

The Men's Room Wall: A Fantasy

Beautiful Houses

Lines Written Nowhere Near Tintern Abbey

Twenty Things One Would Like to See in Movies

Odes for a Rainy Afternoon

The Albatross That Brought Everyone Good Luck

Bring a Wildebeest Home to Mother

Jaws's Side of Things

Dogstoevsky

Love Song

Go Where You Are Loved

Essays. I, Too, Dislike Them

If in My Sleep

Instructions to the Housekeeper

"Neglect"

With Narcissus in the Aquarium

Kilroy Was Here

The Puppet Theater of Your Irrational Fears

Teach the Free Man How to Praise

The Day I Turned into the Westin

Cliff's Other Notes

Environmentalists

Hearing Test

Everywhere a Hit Person

Lessons for Grades 1 to 6

If You Had Given It a Moment's Thought

The Bathroom for You

13 Ways of Looking at a Blackboard

Something's Wrong

Shorter than Bacon's (More)

The Giant Rat of Sumatra

In the Madhouse in Beirut

Should Your Name Appear

Things I Can Take, Things I Can't

Relax

Cliff's Other Notes (More)

The Inventor of Time

Explanation to an Unprincipled Employer

Signs of Accomplishment as Depicted in the Rear Window of a Volvo

A Valediction for All Occasions

A Brief History of Idiocy

The Intervention of Facts

You Think I'm Kidding

Ashley Montana Goes Ashore in the Caicos

How to Live in the World

Aubade

Instructions to the Pallbearers

On the Other Hand

The Grateful Living

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

HARCOURT, INC.
Orlando Austin New York San Diego Toronto London

Copyright © 2003 by Roger Rosenblatt

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Rosenblatt, Roger.
Anything can happen: notes on my inadequate life and yours/
Roger Rosenblatt.—1st ed.
p. cm.
ISBN 0-15-100866-3
1. American wit and humor. I. Title.
PN6165.R67 2003
818'.5402—dc21 2002153234

Text set in Bembo
Display set in Schneidler
Designed by Cathy Riggs

Printed in the United States of America

First edition
A C E G I K J H F D B

for Carl, Amy, John, Wendy, and Harris
exceptionally adequate children

Contents

Take Two
[>]

My Bear
[>]

Lecture to One Suffering Yet Another Identity Crisis
[>]

On Aristocracy
[>]

What Bothers Me
[>]

Advice to Those About to Acquire a Rembrandt
[>]

Tyranny for Beginners
[>]

Don't Take Your Soul to New England
[>]

Stopping by Words on a Snowy Evening
[>]

On Your Conduct at the Dinner Party
[>]

My Stump Speech
[>]

On Class Distinctions
[>]

Shorter Than Bacon's
[>]

A Song for Jessica
[>]

New Year's at Luchow's
[>]

Yo, Weatherman
[>]

The Men's Room Wall: A Fantasy
[>]

Beautiful Houses
[>]

Lines Written Nowhere Near Tintern Abbey
[>]

Twenty Things One Would Like to See in Movies
[>]

Odes for a Rainy Afternoon
[>]

The Albatross That Brought Everyone Good Luck
[>]

Bring a Wildebeest Home to Mother
[>]

Jaws's Side of Things
[>]

Dogstoevsky
[>]

Love Song
[>]

Go Where You Are Loved
[>]

Essays. I, Too, Dislike Them
[>]

If in My Sleep
[>]

Instructions to the Housekeeper
[>]

"
Neglect"
[>]

With Narcissus in the Aquarium
[>]

Kilroy Was Here
[>]

The Puppet Theater of Your Irrational Fears
[>]

Teach the Free Man How to Praise
[>]

The Day I Turned into the Westin
[>]

Cliff's Other Notes
[>]

Environmentalists
[>]

Hearing Test
[>]

Everywhere a Hit Person
[>]

Lessons for Grades 1 to 6
[>]

If You Had Given It a Moment's Thought
[>]

The Bathroom for You
[>]

13 Ways of Looking at a Blackboard
[>]

Something's Wrong
[>]

Shorter than Bacon's (More)
[>]

The Giant Rat of Sumatra
[>]

In the Madhouse in Beirut
[>]

Should Your Name Appear
[>]

Things I Can Take, Things I Can't
[>]

Relax
[>]

Cliff's Other Notes (More)
[>]

The Inventor of Time
[>]

Explanation to an Unprincipled Employer
[>]

Signs of Accomplishment as Depicted in the Rear Window of a Volvo
[>]

A Valediction for All Occasions
[>]

A Brief History of Idiocy
[>]

The Intervention of Facts
[>]

You Think I'm Kidding
[>]

Ashley Montana Goes Ashore in the Caicos
[>]

How to Live in the World
[>]

Aubade
[>]

Instructions to the Pallbearers
[>]

On the Other Hand
[>]

The Grateful Living
[>]

The girls were so frightened. You know how children are? "Suppose we're taken into the air?" And Doctor Paynter laughed and laughed. "That can't happen." And on the way home, I thought about Dan dying. We walked through the red rain. And I thought about you killing. And we stepped into great red puddles. And I said to the girls, "I will now give you a great lesson." Because the girls must be taught. "Anything can happen." That is the most horrid fact about living. Anything can happen. And we were home. And I looked at the house. And I looked at the red ocean. And it had all happened here. What we had been. What we had become. What we were.

—L
YDIE
B
REEZE
by John Guare

Don't blame me. I didn't make the world. I barely live in it.

—Oscar Levant to John Garfield in H
UMORESQUE

Take Two

I'd like to do that again, if I could, Mr. DeMille.

We haven't got all day.

I know, I'm sorry. But I think I could make it work so much better this time. One more take?

The first was fine. Time is money.

Yes, yes. Time is money. But there is so much more I could bring to the lines with a second try. I've been thinking about the part a lot. Me as a child, for instance. I was much happier than I played it. You know? And the cruelty of my folks? Their blunders? Their neglect? That wasn't exactly right, either. They were just people, you know? I probably haven't done much better as a parent.

Or worse.

Or worse! Exactly! That's what I mean, Mr. DeMille. If I could just do it over, I would make a few corrections. The marriage scenes, the scenes at work. And I wouldn't thrash around as if I regretted every move I'd ever made, either. You know? That's just acting. I didn't come close to regretting much in my life. I really liked my life. I was just wallowing in a mood.

Like the rest of us.

You said it, Mr. DeMille. Like the rest of us. And as for the lonely times—the times I dwelt on?—well, they were also the most useful. You know? Like those Sunday afternoons in winter when I wandered the city like a ghost. I played those scenes as if I'd been abandoned forever when the truth was that the time by myself made me self-confident, kind of brave. So, you see, if I could...

Do you realize what you're talking about? You're talking about reshooting the whole picture! You must be nuts!

I just don't want to leave the wrong impression.

Everybody leaves the wrong impression, kiddo. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Oh, wow. The story was better than you played it. Happier, kinder, sweeter. Big deal.

That's it, Mr. DeMille. That's what I mean.

And if we rolled again, you'd play it happier, kinder, sweeter.

I would! I would!

And get it right this time.

Absolutely!

Know what your trouble is, kid?

What, Mr. DeMille? What's my trouble?

You don't know bupkis about movies.

My Bear

My bear is of the polar variety. He squats at the other end of my kitchen table every morning, and he stares at me with his black, black eyes. He does not move, but I hear his even snorting.
Gnnn, gnnn, gnnn.
Like that, in a low guttural snort that is neither threatening nor amiable. If my kitchen window is open, the breeze will flutter the tips of his white fur. He is seven or eight feet tall (I haven't measured). There is nothing immediately alarming about him; yet, once I sit down, I am afraid to move.

He has something to do with my innermost fears—anyone can see that. Or with my mood swings. Once I suggested to him that he might be a bipolar bear, but he showed no amusement. I offered him Frosted Flakes one morning, too. I do not think that bears have a sense of humor.

I cannot recall when he first appeared—some years ago, certainly. It was not in the morning that I first saw him but rather one midnight, when, for lack of sleep, I came downstairs for a snack of Jell-O and there he was, glowing white in the light of a full moon. I sat and stared at him as he stared at me. Eventually, I got sleepy and retired.

Lately, he has stirred from the kitchen, where he spends his days, and has moved up to the bedroom at night, where he squats at the foot of my bed. He seems to wish to be with me night and day. I do not know what it is about me that attracts him. If he wanted to kill me, he could have done that long ago. Bears may look cute, but they are ferocious. One swipe of the paw and I would be scattered around the room like so many pieces of paper.

One night I decided to flatter him, but it made no impression. One night I presented a philosophical monologue to him—something that yoked the fates of bears and men together in harmony. He did not so much as blink. One night I cursed him out. I don't know where I got the courage, but I even raised my hand to him. I hardly need tell you that there was no reaction.

Here's my problem: If he establishes his influence in my household, as he has pretty much done already, how long will it be before he follows me outside? How long before he accompanies me to the newsstand or the grocer's? Think of the awkwardness, the embarrassment. He is not Harvey, after all; he's not invisible. And he is certainly not sweet-natured or wise. Soon, no one will come near me out of fright.

I am thinking of calling the ASPCA. Perhaps tomorrow, or the day after that. My bear is an unwanted animal, is he not? It is the business of the ASPCA, their duty, to take unwanted animals and treat them humanely. I would not want him hurt. Yes, I will definitely call the ASPCA by the end of the week, or early next at the latest, and tell them to please rid me of my bear, my beautiful big white polar bear.

Lecture to One Suffering Yet Another Identity Crisis

You strive to know yourself, and you are convinced that such knowledge derives from certain anticipa-tions, from knowing how you will react if she does this, if he does that, or if this reward comes your way, or that calamity. You believe that self-knowledge comes from practice: You know how you will behave if you are rejected or if you have a surfeit of success because it has all happened before. You repeat yourself. That's who you are.

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