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Until I Find You

A Novel

J
OHN
I
RVING

Random House New York

Contents

Title page

Dedication

Epigraph

I

The North Sea

 

 

1.

In the Care of Churchgoers and Old Girls

2.

Saved by the Littlest Soldier

3.

Rescued by a Swedish Accountant

4.

No Luck in Norway

5.

Failure in Finland

6.

God’s Holy Noise

7.

Also Not on Their Itinerary

II

The Sea of Girls

 

 

8.

Safe Among the Girls

9.

Not Old Enough

10.

His Audience of One

11.

His Father Inside Him

12.

Not Just Another Rose of Jericho

13.

Not Your Usual Mail-Order Bride

14.

Mrs. Machado

15.

Friends for Life

III

Lucky

 

 

16.

Frost Heaves

17.

Michele Maher, and Others

18.

Enter Claudia; Exit Mrs. McQuat

19.

Claudia, Who Would Haunt Him

20.

Two Canadians in the City of Angels

21.

Two Candles, Burning

22.

Money Shots

IV

Sleeping in the Needles

 

 

23.

Billy Rainbow

24.

The Button Trick

25.

Daughter Alice Goes Home

26.

A Faithless Boy

27.

The Commandant’s Daughter; Her Little Brother

28.

The Wrong Tattoo

29.

The Truth

30.

The Deal

V

Dr. García

 

 

31.

Therapy

32.

Straining to See

33.

Signs of Trouble

34.

Halifax

35.

Forgettable

36.

Claudia’s Ghost

37.

Edinburgh

38.

Zurich

39.

The Musician

 

Acknowledgments

Permission Acknowledgments

About the Author

Also by John Irving

Copyright

For my youngest son, Everett, who made me feel young again. With my fervent hope that when you’re old enough to read this story, you will have had (or still be in the midst of) an ideal childhood—as different from the one described here as anyone could imagine.

What we, or at any rate what I, refer to confidently as memory—meaning a moment, a scene, a fact that has been subjected to a fixative and thereby rescued from oblivion—is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling. Too many conflicting emotional interests are involved for life ever to be wholly acceptable, and possibly it is the work of the storyteller to rearrange things so that they conform to this end. In any case, in talking about the past we lie with every breath we draw.

—W
ILLIAM
M
AXWELL,
      So Long, See You Tomorrow

I

The North Sea

1

In the Care of Churchgoers and Old Girls

A
ccording to his mother, Jack Burns was an actor before he was an actor, but Jack’s most vivid memories of childhood were those moments when he felt compelled to hold his mother’s hand. He wasn’t acting then.

Of course we don’t remember much until we’re four or five years old—and what we remember at that early age is very selective or incomplete, or even false. What Jack
recalled
as the first time he felt the need to reach for his mom’s hand was probably the hundredth or two hundredth time.

Preschool tests revealed that Jack Burns had a vocabulary beyond his years, which is not uncommon among only children accustomed to adult conversation—especially only children of single parents. But of greater significance, according to the tests, was Jack’s capacity for consecutive memory, which, when he was three, was comparable to that of a nine-year-old. At four, his retention of detail and understanding of linear time were equal to an eleven-year-old’s. (The details included, but were not limited to, such trivia as articles of clothing and the names of streets.)

These test results were bewildering to Jack’s mother, Alice, who considered him to be an inattentive child; in her view, Jack’s propensity for daydreaming made him immature for his age.

Nevertheless, in the fall of 1969, when Jack was four and had not yet started kindergarten, his mother walked with him to the corner of Pickthall and Hutchings Hill Road in Forest Hill, which was a nice neighborhood in Toronto. They were waiting for school to be let out, Alice explained, so that Jack could see the girls.

St. Hilda’s was then called “a church school for girls,” from kindergarten through grade thirteen—at that time still in existence, in Canada—and Jack’s mother had decided that this was where Jack would begin his schooling, although he was a boy. She waited to tell him of her decision until the main doors of the school opened, as if to greet them, and the girls streamed through in varying degrees of sullenness and exultation and prettiness and slouching disarray.

“Next year,” Alice announced, “St. Hilda’s is going to admit boys. Only a very few boys, and only up to grade four.”

Jack couldn’t move; he could barely breathe.
Girls
were passing him on all sides, some of them big and noisy, all of them in uniforms in those colors Jack Burns later came to believe he would wear to his grave—gray and maroon. The girls wore gray sweaters or maroon blazers over their white middy blouses.

“They’re going to admit
you,
” Jack’s mother told him. “I’m arranging it.”

“How?” he asked.

“I’m still figuring that out,” Alice replied.

The girls wore gray pleated skirts with gray kneesocks, which Canadians called “knee-highs.” It was Jack’s first look at all those bare legs. He didn’t yet understand how the girls were driven by some interior unrest to push their socks down to their ankles, or at least below their calves—despite the school rule that knee-highs should be worn knee-high.

Jack Burns further observed that the girls didn’t see him standing there, or they looked right through him. But there was one—an older girl with womanly hips and breasts, and lips as full as Alice’s. She locked onto Jack’s eyes, as if she were powerless to avert her gaze.

At the age of four, Jack wasn’t sure if he was the one who couldn’t look away from her, or if she was the one who was trapped and couldn’t look away from him. Whichever the case, her expression was so knowing that she frightened him. Perhaps she had seen what Jack would look like as an older boy, or a grown man, and what she saw in him riveted her with longing and desperation. (Or with fear and degradation, Jack Burns would one day conclude, because this same older girl suddenly looked away.)

Jack and his mom went on standing in the sea of girls, until the girls’ rides had come and gone, and those on foot had left not even the sound of their shoes behind, or their intimidating but stimulating laughter. However, there was still enough warmth in the early-fall air to hold their scent, which Jack reluctantly inhaled and confused with perfume. With most of the girls at St. Hilda’s, it was not their perfume that lingered in the air; it was the smell of the girls themselves, which Jack Burns would never grow used to or take for granted. Not even by the time he left grade four.

“But why am I going to school
here
?” Jack asked his mother, when the girls had gone. Some fallen leaves were all that remained in motion on the quiet street corner.

“Because it’s a good school,” Alice answered. “And you’ll be safe with the girls,” she added.

Jack must not have thought so, because he instantly reached for his mom’s hand.

In that fall of the year before Jack’s admission to St. Hilda’s, his mother was full of surprises. After showing him the uniformed girls, who would soon dominate his life, Alice announced that she would work her way through northern Europe in search of Jack’s runaway dad. She knew the North Sea cities where he was most likely to be hiding from them; together they would hunt him down and confront him with his abandoned responsibilities. Jack Burns had often heard his mother refer to the two of them as his father’s “abandoned responsibilities.” But even at the age of four, Jack had come to the conclusion that his dad had left them for good—in Jack’s case, before he was born.

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