Lydia Millet - Mermaids in Paradise - A Novel

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Mermaids, kidnappers, and mercenaries hijack a tropical vacation in this genre-bending sendup of the American honeymoon. On the grounds of a Caribbean island resort, newlyweds Deb and Chip — our opinionated, skeptical narrator and her cheerful jock husband who’s friendly to a fault — meet a marine biologist who says she’s sighted mermaids in a coral reef.
As the resort’s “parent company” swoops in to corner the market on mythological creatures, the couple joins forces with other adventurous souls, including an ex — Navy SEAL with a love of explosives and a hipster Tokyo VJ, to save said mermaids from the “Venture of Marvels,” which wants to turn their reef into a theme park.
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I’d left my cell phone in my bag, on the Coast Guard ship, but Rick had brought his, and bizarrely enough it hadn’t gotten completely waterlogged/ruined.

Later turning the sight over in my mind Id figure the mermaids had to hold - фото 56

Later, turning the sight over in my mind, I’d figure the mermaids had to hold on somewhere; they weren’t big on sitting, being half-fish and all. You don’t see a fish in a chair often. Maybe they could sometimes manage on a stable base, say a pile of rocks or a coral outcropping, to brush their hair and sing seductive ditties to sailors, but not on a moving whale. They didn’t have asses. It was that simple.

I barely noticed as the others joined me on the capsized boat, scrambling atop it one by one — there was Gina, there was Miyoko, then Ellis, with one limp arm that seemed to be bothering him — and we stared as the whales came up, one after another. After a bit we understood that they were heading out into the open ocean. The whales were moving away from the armada and the nets, and with them went the mermaids.

I watched a pair near me, one particular whale and one mermaid— my whale and my mermaid, as I thought of them afterward, though the mermaid wasn’t the same one I’d seen before. She was a different mermaid, younger and prettier. I saw her shining tail hanging along the side of the whale’s great, flattened head, the whale curves I didn’t understand anatomically (nostrils? ears? blowholes?). Sun glanced off the scales on her tail and the mermaid’s long, light hair was plastered down her back and sides. There were others like her on that whale, but she was the one near me.

There were far more mermaids than we’d seen before and far more whales than we’d seen before, too. I couldn’t count them, it was too fast and too multiple for that — it was like a storm or a battle, a frenzy of movement, a confusion of images and sliding, foaming water. Struggling to stay on the overturned boat as the last stragglers climbed on, rocking it as they clambered, and at the same time watching the whales in a daze, I had no time to draw conclusions, right then. I vaguely registered some discord about organizing — whether we should jump off the boat again and work together to turn it right side up — but I ignored the shouts, tuned out the argument, I wanted it to stop. I was laser-focused.

In the sound and the noise, grasping at the hard plastic ridges as I slipped back and forth on the bottom of the Zodiac, I watched the whales recede, watched them dip and surface, dip and surface again in a graceful motion (Sam said later it wasn’t the usual way whales swam but more the way dolphins did — possibly for the benefit of the mermaids). They quickly put a good distance between us, eventually a great distance, and I was just beginning to shiver and feel the sting of the cuts and scrapes on my leg and elbows when they grew indistinct. Soon they were nothing but ripples in the plain of ocean beneath the horizon line.

And finally they disappeared from my field of view and I knew I’d never see those whales or mermaids again. I’d never see another blue whale, the vastest creature ever to live on earth, and I’d never see a mermaid again, either.

They’d taken our mythological creatures, the blue whales had. They’d come to the rescue as the nets were closing in and the hordes were descending with their burning swords. They’d come to claim their own and taken the mermaids far from the armada — far from the Venture of Marvels. They saw what we were, those whales, and wanted nothing to do with it. They simply swam away, those ancient goliaths of the sea.

They took the marvels with them.

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I’M A PERSON who doesn’t like aftermaths, as I may have mentioned earlier — in general they’re depressing. But this one wasn’t like that, at least not for me. I could tell some of us were let down, some people felt kind of robbed — Ellis, for instance, who’d been nursing a possibly broken arm and hadn’t seen much of anything — but I didn’t feel that way at all. From the time we headed back to the cutter (we’d finally righted the rubber boat, but its motor wouldn’t start so Sam, Thompson, Miyoko, and Gina paddled us in) I felt euphoric.

I was shivering in my wet clothes, even under the tropical sun, but a curious sense of peace kept me sitting quietly, contented. Blood ran down my leg from the barnacle scrapes: it welled up in thousands of microscopic pinpoints from one place where the outer layers of skin had been sheered off, plus there were thin, deep lines scored into my thigh and calf that drooled blood all the way down to my ankle and heel.

I barely noticed it. I mean, I did notice — sitting on the wet bench-seat of the Zodiac I stretched out the leg and peered down at the red lines and ribbons of blood — but it was less out of urgent concern than with a sense of friendly interest.

I knew I shouldn’t feel peaceful, necessarily, because those mermaids wouldn’t be safe now anyway, no matter where they went. Still, for today they were safe, and somehow the knowledge that the blue whales had taken them far away comforted me.

What if the whales, I thought dreamily (happily resting my dripping leg on the side of the boat and letting the others handle the paddling), what if the whales were in charge of the whole shebang? Those behemoths had obscure ways of knowledge, obviously. Somehow they’d heard a mermaid distress call: that alone was astonishing.

I let myself daydream that the whales had great, all-encompassing wisdom, far greater than any commanded by the race of men. The whales weren’t going to fall prey to our mischief this time (although they often had, in centuries past and even more recently). Their songs carried hundreds of miles; we hadn’t even known about those songs until the 1960s. Sam and Thompson had both trotted that out.

So we knew little of them, and for eons they’d wandered the quiet deep, masters of that dark and liquid kingdom.

They might be anyone. They might know anything.

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WE MADE IT back to the cutter just as Gina was becoming annoyed by having to paddle; we toweled off and sat in the sunlight with towels wrapped around us, tamping the moisture from our soaking clothes.

In due time the rest of our party returned from the Narcissus . Though our Zodiac was out of service now, the yacht had her own inflatables; so over they chugged, finally, aboard one of those (larger, newer, and cleaner than the one we’d capsized in). When Chip came back aboard the Coast Guard boat again I saw he was elated too, just like me. Behind him was Nancy, satisfaction shining from her like a beacon. She went up to her father right away, for he and the doctor had stayed on the cutter this whole time, and they shared a heartfelt, emotional greeting: each grasped the upper arms of the other, briefly yet firmly.

Gone were her hopes of a sanctuary, I assumed, and yet — and yet I could tell she was pleased.

We’d been far closer to the spectacle than they had, but aboard that yacht, with its lofty decks, the diplomatic party had had the boon of height, a panoramic view. Chip had made a phone video; on the small screen the whales weren’t anything, you couldn’t see the mermaids at all, but it was HD, he said, it would look better on his laptop screen.

As the cutter headed back to shore, he knelt down beside me and tended my hurt leg, smearing on some antibiotic ointment and then wrapping my calf lightly in bandages from the cutter’s well-stocked first-aid cabinet. The thigh would be harder to bandage, he thought; we’d get the doctor to handle that.

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