Joan Didion - Run River

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Joan Didion's electrifying first novel is a haunting portrait of a marriage whose wrong turns and betrayals are at once absolutely idiosyncratic and a razor-sharp commentary on the history of California. Everett McClellan and his wife, Lily, are the great-grandchildren of pioneers, and what happens to them is a tragic epilogue to the pioneer experience, a story of murder and betrayal that only Didion could tell with such nuance, sympathy, and suspense.

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Although Ryder laughed she could see that he was not much interested by the story.

Dampened, she added: “And that’s pretty much all we’ve been doing.”

“Except for Everett’s sister,” Ryder corrected her.

“That’s right.” Lily had only had three drinks but felt a little reckless. “Ex cept for the arrival of the prodigal sister.”

“I saw them at the airport. Everett introduced me.” He paused. “I would have recognized her anyway.”

“Everett thinks she looks tired.”

“She looks like Martha.” Ryder paused. “She looks the way Martha might have looked at that age if she hadn’t been Martha.”

Lily said nothing.

“Listen,” Ryder said at last, taking her hand. “You look good. You look a hell of a lot better than you did when I went away.”

“I’m tired.” Lily stood up and reached for the packages she had bought before she met Ryder. “I’m tired and I look terrible.”

When she walked into the house, obscurely pleased that she had diverted Ryder from asking her to meet him somewhere more private than the Capitol Tamale, it occurred to her that no one had moved since noon, with the single exception of Sarah’s husband, who appeared to have gone upstairs. Knight still lay on the verandah reading, Julie was still out by the pool, completely in shadow now; Everett and Sarah still sat in the living room. Not even the level of their drinks appeared to have changed appreciably in seven hours.

Sarah smiled uncertainly at Lily. “I was just telling Everett that I rec ognize how you both feel about it.”

“About what,” Lily said, taking off her gloves; she knew perfectly well about what. Sarah had been talking about selling since breakfast.

Ignoring Lily, Sarah turned back to Everett. “Surely we’ve had offers.”

“We’ve had offers, all right. You know we’ve had offers.”

“How would I know what we’ve had. Lily never writes about anything but the weather. How would I know about anything.” Sarah paused. “I do know that what’s-his-name, that man we ran into at the baggage counter last night, mentioned some Honolulu interest.”

“Honolulu interests,” Everett said. “That means Chinese investors. That’s what they call Chinese money now. Honolulu interests. That guy’s always got a deal going. I wouldn’t bank on the money.” Everett turned to Lily. “Channing,” he added. “We saw Channing at the airport.”

“Channing,” Sarah repeated. “That’s his name. Wasn’t he a beau of Martha’s?”

“No,” Everett said.

“Ryder Channing was married for a while to one of Larry Dupree’s daughters,” Lily added hurriedly. She did not want Sarah moved to dwell again upon either Ryder or Martha; last night, going on about Martha, she had so upset Everett that he had not slept at all.

“Dupree Development,” she added.

“As a matter of fact,” Everett said, “Dupree has expressed some interest in the Cosumnes ranch.”

“I don’t care so much about the Cosumnes,” Sarah said. “The Cosumnes at least brings in a little cash.”

“I’ve been telling you for fifteen years, Sarah, a lot of the Cosumnes expenses come out of the riverfront’s operating budget.” Everett paused. “You thinking I’m bleeding the riverfront?”

“Everett, sweet,” Sarah laughed. She stood up and walked over to the window. “The pool kills me. It looks like Pickfair.”

Everett said nothing.

Sarah wandered around the room, picking up a silver platter and reading the inscription on the bottom, studying the photograph of her mother on the piano, returning to the window and looking out into the sunset, picking out, in the silence, a few notes on the piano.

When she sat down again her vivacity seemed suddenly exhausted. “Nothing’s very different, is it,” she said to no one in particular.

She smiled then at Everett but Everett did not smile back. “ ‘And it will not be a very jolly corner,’ ” she quoted. “T.S. Eliot. The Family Reunion.”

On the fourth Wednesday in June, exactly one week after they had put Sarah and her husband on the plane for the Islands, Knight had the accident with the Ford. Although the accident was neither serious nor entirely Knight’s fault, he would almost certainly have his driver’s license suspended for six weeks; he had admitted two beers to the Highway Patrol. “You’re too honest for your own good,” Julie observed with disgust. “They never could’ve proved two beers.” “That’s no way to talk,” Lily said, but by lunch on Thursday she had begun to wish, if only for Everett’s sake, that Knight had been less straightforward with the Highway Patrol.

It was 102° outside and Knight was not speaking to her. He talked only to Everett; except for yes and no and please, he had not spoken to her since Sunday, when he had seen her in Harrah’s Club at the lake with Ryder. She had gone up alone to her cousin’s house on Saturday morning ( I can’t stand it , she had told Everett, I can’t stand one more minute of your taking it out on me about Sarah, I can’t stand your brooding, I can’t stand any more scenes, and I can’t stand the heat , and she had walked out of the house — resolutely not thinking about the three hours she had spent with somebody’s houseguest in a room at the Senator Hotel the night before — and driven straight to the lake); she had not even known Ryder was there until she ran into him outside Harrah’s Club on Sunday. For once she had been totally blameless, but she could scarcely explain this small irony to Knight. She did not know what Knight had been doing in Harrah’s Club in the first place. When she saw him she had called out and made her way past two crap tables to talk to him, but he had walked away.

“Just this one thing,” Knight pleaded now. He wanted Everett to talk to someone at the Department of Motor Vehicles. “It’d be so easy . All you’ve got to say is you need me to drive the trucks. Can’t you just do this one thing for me.”

“It won’t hurt you,” Everett said.

“You might just talk to them,” Lily said, mostly, she realized with shame, to ingratiate herself with Knight.

Knight looked at her coldly.

“It won’t hurt him,” Everett repeated.

She tried again. “Nobody said it would hurt him, Everett. But it might be nice if he could drive this summer.”

“This is between my father and me,” Knight said distantly.

“Apologize to your mother.”

“I’m sorry.” Knight turned back to Everett. “Just one little phone call.”

Everett said nothing.

“All right. Don’t do it. I didn’t expect you to do it. Nobody expects you to do anything.”

Knight pushed back his chair and watched Everett expectantly, but Everett did not respond.

“You just sit here,” Knight added, his voice rising. “Just sit here like you’ve always done and don’t pay any attention to what’s going on. Just pretend we don’t exist. Just sit here while your son gets his license lifted and your daughter lets anybody on the river get her drunk and goes swimming nude—”

“Shut up,” Everett said.

Knight stood up. “Last Saturday night with both the Templeton twins. That’s last Saturday night while your wife was shacked up at Lake Tahoe.”

Lily looked first at Everett, then at Knight; neither looked at her.

“Get out,” Everett said. “You want to say every trashy thing you hear, you get off this place to say it.”

“You think I want to stay on this place? You think I want one lousy acre of it?”

“Get off now.”

“It’s not what I hear, it’s what I know. Nobody says it out loud, not around here. But you know what they call her? You know how they think of her still? They call her Lily Knight, not McClellan, Knight . Like she was never married at all. So I guess you didn’t count for much.”

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