Authors: John Irving
Until I Find You (129 page)
There came a second mistake, and a third; now Jack could hear the errors.
“His fingers?” he asked Dr. Horvath.
“You can’t believe how the Boellmann hurts him, Jack,” Dr. Horvath said, “but he can’t stop playing.”
Jack thought of those prostitutes within hearing distance of the Oude Kerk, no matter how late at night or how early in the morning; now he knew why they couldn’t go home if William Burns was playing.
At the fourth mistake, Dr. Horvath was off running. “I like to be there when he starts
undressing
!” he called to Jack, taking the stairs three at a time.
The music raged on—the soundtrack for a chase scene to end all chase scenes, Jack imagined. In his next movie, there might be such a scene. Maybe he could get his dad to play the Boellmann—mistakes and all.
The errors, even Jack could tell, were mounting. The construction workers were poised on the scaffolding.
“I have a son!” Jack heard his father yell, over the deteriorating toccata. “I have a daughter
and
a son!” his dad shouted. Then William’s fingers locked—his fists came crashing down on the keyboard. A flock of pigeons exploded from the clock tower of the Kirche St. Peter, and the construction workers started singing.
“I have a son!” they sang; they had even learned English, listening to William Burns. “I have a daughter
and
a son!” they sang out. They had more enthusiasm than talent, but Jack had to love them.
“
Venite exultemus Domino!
” his father sang, the way you would sing or chant a psalm.
One might assume that ordinary construction workers in Zurich wouldn’t necessarily know Latin, but this wasn’t the first time these men had listened to William Burns, and—as Anna-Elisabeth had told Jack—these workers were a little different.
“
Venite exultemus Domino!
” the four workers sang back to Jack’s father.
The man who’d earlier been hammering now held his hammer in one hand, his arm high above his head; the two workers with the flexible saw held it aloft, as if they were offering a sacrifice. The pipefitter had seized a long length of pipe, which he held straight up—like a flagpole.
“
Venite exultemus Domino!
” Jack’s dad and the workers sang out, together.
Jack knew the Latin only because he’d just been at Old St. Paul’s with his sister. “Come let us praise the Lord!” their father was singing. “I have a son. I have a daughter
and
a son! Come let us praise the Lord!”
The construction workers went on singing with William.
People were coming out of the church—now that the Boellmann no longer thundered on, now that there was no impending collision. Jack knew that his dad had taken off all his clothes, or he was in a partly undressed phase of the process. Back at the Sanatorium Kilchberg, Nurse Bleibel—either Waltraut or Hugo—would be getting the ice water ready. And then the hot wax, and then
more
ice water—as Anna-Elisabeth had explained.
Soon William Burns would be standing naked in the Kirche St. Peter, if he wasn’t naked already—his full-body tattoos his only choir. And then, both gently and efficiently, Dr. Horvath would begin to dress him—or both Dr. Horvath and Dr. Krauer-Poppe would dress him. After that, they would be on their way—back to the clinic.
The concert was over, but the construction workers were still applauding. That was when Jack knew that he and his father had always been playing to an audience of more than one—although it had helped Jack, as a child, to believe that he was performing only for his father. (Jack and his dad would have to have a conversation about William’s dispute with The Wurtz over the word
audience—
that and many other conversations.)
Jack walked away from the square, down those narrow streets. Some of his father’s congregation were in the streets; they walked along with him. It was quite a wonderful feeling to know that Zurich was where Jack belonged, at least until William Burns was sleeping in the needles.
Jack was thinking that he would go back to the Hotel zum Storchen and change into something more suitable for jogging.
It was after midnight in Los Angeles—too late to call Dr. García at home. But Jack didn’t need to have a conversation with his psychiatrist. He would call her office and leave a message on her answering machine. “Thank you for listening to me, Dr. García,” Jack would tell her.
It was four-thirty in the morning in Toronto, or some ungodly hour like that. Caroline would still be sleeping, but she wouldn’t mind a wake-up call from Jack—not if it was about his father, her dear William. In fact, Jack couldn’t wait to tell Miss Wurtz that he had found him.
Acknowledgments
In Toronto: Helga Stephenson, Bruce Smuck, Dr. Martin Schwartz, Detective Ray Zarb, Debbie Piotrowski.
In Edinburgh: Mary Haggart, Bishop Richard Holloway, Florence Ingleby, Alan Taylor, Kerstie Howell, Aly Barr, Bill Stronach, David Valentine, John Kitchen, Elaine Kelly, Euan Ferguson.
In Halifax and New Glasgow, Nova Scotia: Charles Burchell; Jerry Swallow, a.k.a. Sailor Jerry; Dave Schwarz.
In Copenhagen: Susanne Bent Andersen, Kirstin Ringhof, Merete Borre, Trine Licht, Morten Hesseldahl, Lisbeth Møller-Madsen, Lasse Ewerlöf, Bimbo.
In Stockholm: Charlotte Aquilonius, Doc Forest, Torvald Torén, Unn Palm, Anna Andersson.
In Oslo: Mai Gaardsted, Janneken Øverland, Kåre Nordstoga.
In Helsinki: Olli Arrakoski, Päivi Haarala, Jaakko Tapaninen, Tapio Tittu, Diego, Nipa, Taru.
In Amsterdam: Robbert Ammerlaan; Joep de Groot; Henk Schiffmacher, a.k.a. Hanky Panky; Louise van Teylingen; Willem Vogel.
In Los Angeles: Robert Bookman, Richard Gladstein, Alan Hergott.
In Zurich: Ruth Geiger, Anna von Planta, Professor Waldemar Greil, Dr. Andreas Horváth, Dr. Oliver Hartmann, Dr. Stephanie Krebs, Dr. Alice Walder, Dr. Christine Huwig-Poppe.
Special thanks to: Kelly Harper Berkson, David Calicchio, Kate Medina, Harvey Ginsberg, Craig Nova, Alyssa Barrett, Amy Edelman, Janet Turnbull Irving.
Permission Acknowledgments
Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission to reprint previously published material:
Carcanet Press Limited
: Excerpt from “A Slice of Wedding Cake” from
Complete Poems in One Volume
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A
BOUT THE
A
UTHOR
J
OHN
I
RVING
published his first novel at the age of twenty-six. He has received awards from the Rockefeller Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Guggenheim Foundation; he has won an O. Henry Award, a National Book Award, and an Oscar.
In 1992, Mr. Irving was inducted into the National Wrestling Hall of Fame in Stillwater, Oklahoma. In 2001, he was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
Also by John Irving
B
OOKS
The Fourth Hand
My Movie Business
A Widow for One Year
Trying to Save Piggy Sneed
A Son of the Circus
A Prayer for Owen Meany
The Cider House Rules
The Hotel New Hampshire
The World According to Garp
The 158-Pound Marriage
The Water-Method Man
Setting Free the Bears
S
CREENPLAYS
The Cider House Rules
Any dialogue or behavior ascribed to the characters in this book—those who are real people as well as the characters who are imagined—is entirely fictitious. This is a novel.
Copyright © 2005 by Garp Enterprises, Ltd.
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States by Random House, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
RANDOM HOUSE
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See Contents for Permission acknowledgments.
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA
Irving, John.
Until I find you: a novel / John Irving.
p. cm.
1. Actors—Fiction. 2. Tattoo artists—Fiction. 3. Missing persons—Fiction. 4. Fathers and sons—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3559.R8U58 2005
813'.54—dc22 2005042894
eISBN: 978-1-58836-479-1
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