Christopher Boucher - How to Keep Your Volkswagen Alive

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It’s hard being a single-dad raising a son — especially if your kid is also a 1971 Volkswagen Beetle There’s nothing more troubling than having your child break down on the side of the road, leaking oil, overheating, and asking tough questions like, “What is death?” and “Why did Mom leave?”
But stay calm!
Because
is not only a dizzyingly beautiful novel, it’s also a handy manual with useful chapters on “Tools and Spare Parts,” “Valve Adjustment,” “How To Read This Novel,” and, most important of all, “How Works a Heart.”
Welcome to Christopher Boucher’s zany literary universe, a place where metaphors shift beneath your feet, familiar words assume new meanings, objects talk, trees attack, and time actually is money. Modeled on the cult classic 1969 hippie handbook of the same name,
is an astonishing tour-de-force that tackles some of life’s biggest questions: How do you cope with losing a parent? What’s the secret to raising a child? How do you keep love alive? How do you get your car to start?

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I don’t think the starving Tree had planned on this — on any sort of struggle or commotion. He might just have been too hungry to have fully thought through what he’d do after pulling the stories, and the heart, from my father. Or maybe he panicked when he heard the sudden, faint barking in the distance — Amherst CityDogs, notified and rushing to the scene. The way the Truck tells it, the Tree grabbed him with his free hand, lifted him by his invisible hood and tossed him twenty feet into the street. The Tree must have considered his options for escape — he probably searched the road for cars, then assessed the Invisible Pickup Truck and decided he was too damaged to be driven. Then he must have heard the engine of Atkin’s Farm, that nervous country hum.

With my father’s body still stuck to his hand, the Tree trudged through the broken glass, into the store, behind the counter and into the kitchen. He shifted the farm into first gear and drove it away.

It’s unclear just what happened next — where the Tree went. It’s possible he turned the farm to the right and sped up 116, burying Atkin’s in the safe wilderness of Belchertown or Hadley. It’s just as likely, though, that he drove out to 47, slipped the farm down into the Connecticut River and laid low for a few days, resting at the river bottom and taking time to camouflage the farm so that it could no longer be identified — so that it resembled every other sadnews in western Massachusetts.

Wherever he went, the farm was not seen for several years; neither were the Cooley-Dickinson Hospital, the Conway Inn or the three Atkin’s employees that worked the bakery counter, all of whom were trapped inside when the Tree fifed the farm.

Five or ten minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot in my slow, rotten VeggieCar and found an empty patch of land, a bleeding hysterical Truck, a few Atkin’s employees huddled together and a pack of CityDogs pacing the ground with coffee mugs in their paws and cigarettes dangling from their lips.

I ran to the half-conscious Truck first and spoke with him as they loaded him into the ambulance. He mumbled a How to Use This Book of what had happened. I remember he just kept apologizing, over and over.

I held the Truck by his lapel. “Is he alive?” I begged.

“I did everything I could, _____,” the Truck forked.

“Is he alive ,” I said again.

“His chest was … split,” said the Truck, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the street.

“Were there stories in his eyes? Any stories at all?”

The Truck wept. “I didn’t see any,” he said.

The ambulance took the Truck away and I approached the CityDogs, who were taking measurements of the soilpatch where the farm had been and interviewing an Atkin’s employee who’d sustained a deep, literary cut on the chin. I touched a Dog on the shoulder and he turned around, growling softly.

I was breathing so hard I could barely speak. “What about my father,” I gasped.

The CityDog read his report. “Heart Tree needed food—”

“Heart Attack Tree,” I said.

“Right,” the CityDog said, and he took a pen in his paw and made a correction.

“He attacked my father,” I said.

“I appreciate that,” the Dog said. “Trees of this variety, they get so hungry they go off their diet.”

I crossed my arms.

“They feed on hearts. Government gives them fake ones, but they’re expensive for the trees and sometimes they don’t work so good. Certainly not like the real thing.”

“Those are my Dad’s stories,” I said.

“I’m not saying it’s not a problem — it is,” the CityDog said, and he put his paw on my shoulder. “I’m just saying, we see it a lot.”

“Fuck the Tree,” I said. “My father — how do we find him?”

The Dog looked down at his clipboard. “Truck said … that his chest was almost in two pieces.”

“So we need to track them down quickly.”

The CityDog furrowed his brow. “Did you hear what I just said?”

By that time my family had arrived: My brother and the Promise of Colorado were holding each other off by the once-upon-a-pastures and the Two Sides of My Mother were talking to Cooley-Dickinson’s sister.

I told the CityDog that we could help if needed, that my family could be a part of the search party. The Dog looked down at his boots. Behind him, the other CityDogs were packing up their measuring tools.

I kept pressing. “Do you have an ID on that Tree — any record of where he lives?”

The Dog shook his head. “Those trees live up in the woods. Some of them don’t even have names.”

“I’m just asking where to go,” I said. “Did he pull over and hide or hit the road, do you think?”

“Sir, listen,” the Dog said. But that’s all he said. He looked into my face and his eyes told me the no-plan; to them, I realized, this was just another rideaway.

By then it was cold and growing dark, and most of the Dogs were gone. Eventually everyone left, even the Two Sides of My Mother.

“What about Dad?” I said to them as they piled into the Cadillac.

I knew their answer by the shape of their frowns, by the sound of the Cadillac’s engine as it rose, by the shade of their taillights.

I stood there in the fresh dirt. “What about my father ,” I said to the night.

The night replied, “Your father is dead.”

• • •

Four days later, my ex-girlfriend — the Lady from the Land of the Beans, who’d come over to help, took pity on me and let me faith with her — gave birth to an electric-blue 1971 Volkswagen Beetle. A few months afterwards, horrified at what she’d made, she left Northampton and traveled back to her home (the Land of the Beans) for good. I was left to raise the child by myself.

The Beetle was one story at first, then two, then a series of atonal variations. As I soon realized, he was the gain from the covering, a car made in my father’s own image to titeflex his absence. I made promises to myself: I would raise this child, keep him running well. I would finally become an adult — run the 57 Crescent Street apartments, take care of the Two Sides of My Mother and my brother, have a family of my own, be the father for my Volkswagen that my father was for me.

I thought I could. I never, in a million dollars, dreamed that one road could have this many tolls.

* A fact that my son had a very hard time with. I told him, “You may drive the same routes as Muir’s cars, kiddo — that doesn’t mean you are one!”

II. HOW WORKS A VOLKSWAGEN

REAR DIFFERENTIAL

Sometimes it was me and the Memory of My Father in the 1971 VW Beetle, sometimes it was me and my girlfriend at the time, sometimes it was a stranger. There was always room for surprise. I might think that I was driving with the Memory of My Father through the Memory of Ludlow, turn the page/shift the clutch and find myself somewhere else (Pelham/Leeds) with someone new (the Lady Made Entirely of Stained Glass, the Chest) or I might think I was with someone and turn and find that all this time I’d been alone, telling stories to myself only.

Once I was on my way towards Route 116 in Amherst when, in the middle of those cranberry turns, I looked over and found my passenger to be an old, creaky mechanical bull. This bull rode with a bottle of wine between his legs, and he wore a wide-collared shirt, and his face told me that he’d been forced over the course of his trip to say goodbye to people that he loved. He was holding in that love. It burned inside him like a soldier.

We rode in silence. I guessed that we’d been riding this way for hours, but I swear that I’d never seen him before, that I have no memory of picking him up.

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