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ALSO BY DOUG DORST
Alive in Necropolis
RIVERHEAD BOOKS
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Penguin Group (USA) Inc. New York 2010
RIVERHEAD BOOKS
Published by the Penguin Group
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Copyright © 2010 by Doug Dorst
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Published simultaneously in Canada
 
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
 
Dorst, Doug.
The surf guru : stories / Doug Dorst.
p. cm.
eISBN : 978-1-101-45636-1
I. Title.
PS3604.O78S
813'.6-dc22
 
 
 
While the author has made every effort to provide accurate telephone numbers and Internet addresses at the time of publication, neither the publisher nor the author assumes any responsibility for errors, or for changes that occur after publication. Further, the publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.
 
The following stories have appeared, sometimes in different form, in the following publications:
 
ZYZZYVA
: “The Surf Guru”;
StoryQuarterly:
“Dinaburg's Cake”;
CutBank
: “La Fiesta de San Humberto el Menor”;
Ploughshares:
“Vikings”;
The Sun:
“Jumping Jacks”;
Epoch:
“Twelve Portraits of Dr. Gachet”;
McSweeney's
: “The Monkeys Howl, the Hagfish Feast” (originally published as “A Long Bloodless Cut”) and “The Candidate in Bloom”;
Five Points
: “What Is Mine Will Know My Face” (originally published as “Black Roses”);
Five Chapters
: “Little Reptiles”;
Gulf Coast:
“Astronauts”; “Jumping Jacks” was anthologized in
Po-
litically Inspired
:
Fiction for Our Time
, edited by Stephen Elliott (MacAdam/Cage, 2003).

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The Surf Guru
Elements
The Surf Guru spends most of his time sitting expectantly on the redwood deck of his dull-green, two-story house atop the cliff at Padre Point, a favorite spot for surfers in the know. He watches the surfers and looks out at the ocean. He often sips Chianti as he watches and looks. Sometimes he nods off in the afternoon and only awakens late at night, when the ocean breeze tickles his nose with smoke from the bonfires below.
His business
He owns a company that makes top-notch equipment for the well-prepared surfer as well as the casual beachgoer. The name of the company is GOO-ROO, and it appears on surfboards, wetsuits, quick-release leashes, wax, baggy trunks, SPF-50+ waterproof sunblock, fashion eyewear, sport sandals, sneakers, sheepskin ComfyBoots, sarongs, rain gear, board racks, beach towels, fanny packs, umbrellas, neckties, EZ-rinse home hair-bleaching systems, shock- and pressure-resistant ISO-6425 chronographs, antibacterial towelettes, feature films, and dog food.
For years GOO-ROO has been at the forefront of beach technology. The Surf Guru innovates, quietly, as if he were dreaming, and then two MBAs, Chad and Olivia, bring his visions to the marketplace. Everyone who surfs at Padre Point wears GOO-ROO and rides GOO-ROO. Everyone except the red-haired boy.
Power
Some say the Surf Guru controls the tides.
The red-haired boy
At this very moment, sunset is approaching and the red-haired boy is surfing a three-foot swell. He rides a LoweRider board and wears a Pacific Skin wetsuit. Both of these items cost significantly less than their GOO-ROO equivalents.
The boy thinks his LoweRider board is more responsive than any GOO-ROO board he has ever tried. And unlike his old GOO-ROO wetsuit, the Pacific Skin model doesn't chafe him in the neck and crotch.
In the Surf Guru's eyes, the red-haired boy is not unlike someone who invites himself to dinner and then insults the cook.
Competition
When LoweRider products first came on the market, the Surf Guru asked Olivia to invite Mr. Lowe to the dull-green house for lunch. He wanted to meet his competition.
“That's impossible,” Olivia said. “There is no Mr. Lowe. He is a marketing fiction.”
The Surf Guru poured some Chianti into a GOO-ROO coffee mug. “So many fictions,” he said, sighing.
The Surf Guru's wife, cinematically
He met his wife on the beach. He was surfing, trying out a board fitted with prototypes of the soon-to-be-famous GOO-ROO HydroRip fins. She was a sunburned art history and modern thought double-major looking for her car keys in the sand. He came out of the water and found her keys instantly, as if he could see things she couldn't. Six months later they were married.
After ten years she had had enough.
“You are so remote,” she said.
“I am not remote.”
“Then you are stoic.”
“I am not stoic.”
“You are no fun.”
“The dog thinks I'm great fun.”
“You are turgid,” she said.
“That is an interesting word. The word
turgid
is itself quite turgid. It is very successful at being what it is.”
“Unlike this marriage, which is not successful at being anything,” she responded cinematically. She packed up all her things except for her GOO-ROO-branded apparel, which she cut into shreds with pinking shears and piled on the bed. She then took all the dog food in the house and dumped it on the front steps. These were symbolic actions, she said, and she hoped they would haunt him.
Stray dogs congregated in front of the house for weeks.
Drainage, Part I
He watches the surfers every day, admiring their fluid recklessness, their joy and struggle, their twinned senses of community and territoriality. He pretends not to notice when they glance up at him with furtive reverence.
Some of them are kids, trying to catch a few good waves before or after school. Some are in their twenties, hoping for a breath of freedom before they head off to their jobs drafting contracts or designing urban drainage systems or selling fitness accessories. Some are older than the Surf Guru himself; they are gray-haired and leather-skinned, and they just stay all day.
Sometimes he feels as if he is watching over a nursery school, where children play duck-duck-goose and learn essential social skills. Then those children grow up and return with their own children, passing on the legacy of the waves.
Credo
All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full; unto the place whence the rivers come, thither they return.
Hats
He wears many hats, not altogether metaphorically. His favorites are the fez, the miter, and the mortarboard, but he has many others, from all corners of the globe. When he feels giddy (often, but not always, from too much Chianti), he opts for a hat with a plume—the puckish Tyrolean, perhaps, or the stately shako. When the aches in his fused vertebrae tell him a storm is coming, he dons the biretta, the hat of wariness and watchfulness.
Drainage, Part II
Chad and Olivia bring him a financial report every Wednesday. The report tells him how much they've spent on manufacturing and promotions, how much has been bled out by his ex-wife and the attorneys, how much he's lost in the latest Wall Street panic, how much he's shrewdly invested in livestock farms and vacation properties he will never use. Included under the heading “Personal Consumption” is the money spent on Chianti, microwavable vegetarian entrees, and hats.
Each week he pretends to read the report carefully. When Chad and Olivia leave, he tells the dog, “It is essential that they believe I care deeply. This is how the world works.”
Fetching, Part I
The dog is uncannily—perhaps miraculously—skilled at fetching.
They share a small but important ritual: The Surf Guru throws a tennis ball off the deck of the dull-green house into the ocean, and the dog scampers away and returns with the ball in under three minutes. Every time. Over and over. “Faster than you can boil an egg,” he once boasted to his wife. “Boil your own goddamned eggs,” she replied.
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