Peter Markus - Bob, or Man on Boat

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“Markus has a remarkable ability to strip life down to its basics, to the point where the metaphors we manufacture as the looking-glass for our existence end up standing in for existence itself. Fish, mud, night and river come to stand in place of family connections as fathers and sons, by giving themselves to fishing give themselves over to a lone search and to loss.”—Brian Evenson, author of Peter Markus

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But because Bob is not fishing the river, I catch more fish that night — there are so many fish piled up on the bottom of my boat — that it’s hard for me to keep count.

That night, I’m up half the night cleaning fish.

The guts, that night, I don’t bury the guts the way I usually do out back in our backyard garden.

I put the guts into two buckets.

In the morning, I go with these two buckets of guts, down to the river, and I throw the guts in.

I think about Bob and how Bob believes that the guts of the fish, when Bob gives them back to the river, the guts turn back into fish.

I think about my son’s story about the moon-fish that is eating up all of the river’s fish.

I think about the river and what would happen, one day, if the river ran out of fish.

I think about Bob again and what would Bob do if the river one day ran out of fish before Bob fished from the river that one fish that he has for so long been fishing for.

I think about Bob’s boat and the way that it looked last night without Bob in it.

It looked just like the dead man’s boat must have looked when those two boys in Ohio first saw it sitting there in the mud on their river’s muddy banks.

So I get in my boat.

I go in my boat down the river to where Bob’s boat is.

Bob’s boat is sitting there, rocking in the wake made by my boat as I motor up to it, to see if there is any sign of Bob.

There is no Bob sitting there in Bob’s boat.

Bob’s boat is just a boat.

What I think now, what I know now, is that there is more than just something big missing from this picture.

There is something wrong with this picture.

The river, it is missing Bob.

The river’s not the same without Bob out on it.

There’s something wrong with this river without Bob fishing for the fish that live down in it.

So I go back upriver, I go into town, and I start asking whoever I see if any of them have seen Bob.

Nope.

Not since last week.

It’s been a while.

I bought some fish from him last Friday but I haven’t seen him since.

This is what the townspeople who know Bob have to tell me about not seeing Bob.

When I go back out onto the river, to ask some of the fishermen and fisherwomen if any of them have seen Bob, they all say the same thing: nope, not since last week, it’s been a while since Bob’s been out on the river.

But let me tell you this, they also tell me.

The fishing around here, it’s never been better.

I got more fish than I can eat, they say.

I hate to say it, one fisherman says this to me, but this river is a better place without Bob on it.

I give this fishing man a look.

I want to take one of my fishing hooks and hook it through his lip.

I want to take an anchor to this man’s head.

I make a fist.

Fish on, this man hollers.

I watch this man set his hooks into the lip of a fish.

This fish, I think, it could be the fish.

It could be Bob’s fish.

I pull away before I get a look at the fish that is about to be fished up into this boat that is not Bob’s.

That night, I can’t sleep.

All night long, I keep picturing Bob, walking along the bottom of the river, looking for this fish.

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It’s true that the big fish who live in the river like to be big fish in the river alone.

It is also true that the littler fish who live in the river like to swim together in the river along with other little fish.

This is true, too, about the people who fish for these fish.

There are people who fish the river who like to fish close to where there are other boats fishing for fish.

It’s believed that where there are fishing boats fishing for fish that beneath those boats there must be fish to be fished out of the river and fished up into these boats.

Sometimes, this is true.

But Bob, you will never see Bob’s boat anywhere near any of these bunched-up boats.

Bob is like a big fish out on the river fishing for the fish that, like Bob, this fish likes to be a fish alone.

Bob fishes the parts of the river that other fishermen and other fisherwomen believe are dead.

Bob knows that no part of the river is dead.

In Bob’s eyes, the river, every last piece of the river, it is alive.

It is alive with fish.

It is alive because of fish.

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Even the dead man knew this to be true.

Like Bob, the dead man liked to fish alone.

Like Bob, the dead man liked to fish at night.

When the dead man fell out of his boat and into the river, if he’d been fishing close to some of the other boats fishing out on the river that day, the dead man would have probably lived — the dead man would have been saved by some other fisherperson who was close enough to throw the dead man a rope to grab hold of, who was close enough to fish the dead man up and out of the river and then up into his boat.

The only other fisherman out on the river that day who was close enough to notice that the dead man had fallen into the river was a fisherman by the name of Bob.

But Bob was too busy fishing to notice that the dead man had fallen into the river.

Bob had his eyes looking down into the river, at the fish that he was hoping would be his fish.

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It’s true that Bob did see the dead man’s boat not so far away from his own.

The police and the Coast Guard spoke to Bob and asked Bob if he heard or saw the dead man out on the river fishing.

Bob said yes, he did see the dead man’s boat fishing out on the river.

Did Bob notice anything strange, they wanted to know from Bob, about the dead man’s boat.

What Bob said he noticed about the dead man’s boat was that it was drifting out towards the lake.

Did Bob think this was strange to see the dead man’s boat going out into the lake?

There are fish in that lake, was what Bob said to this.

When Bob said this, Bob turned and faced the lake.

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Bob fishes the lake when Bob isn’t fishing the river.

There are people in town who believe that the big fish live out in the lake.

But there are little fish, too, who live out in the lake.

The fish in the lake sometimes come up into the river.

The fish in the river sometimes swim out to the lake.

Bob doesn’t care if he is fishing the river or the lake.

Bob knows that the fish that he is fishing for doesn’t care if it is in the river or in the lake.

To a fish, water is water.

To Bob, water is water.

The river flows out to the lake.

The river turns into the lake.

All that matters, to Bob, is the fish.

Is the fishing.

Is the fishing for his fish.

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Bob is the fish that I am fishing for.

Is there a bigger fish for a man to fish for than the fish that is his father?

I can think of only one fish that is bigger than the fish that is the father.

The fish that is the son.

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The fish that is the son is a fish that wants to be fished up from the bottom of the river.

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