Michael Chabon - The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay

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In the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, prose magician Michael Chabon conjured up the golden age of comic books – intertwining history, legend, and storytelling verve. In The Final Solution, he has condensed his boundless vision to craft a short, suspenseful tale of compassion and wit that reimagines the classic nineteenth-century detective story.
In deep retirement in the English country-side, an eighty-nine-year-old man, vaguely recollected by locals as a once-famous detective, is more concerned with his beekeeping than with his fellow man. Into his life wanders Linus Steinman, nine years old and mute, who has escaped from Nazi Germany with his sole companion: an African gray parrot. What is the meaning of the mysterious strings of German numbers the bird spews out – a top-secret SS code? The keys to a series of Swiss bank accounts perhaps? Or something more sinister? Is the solution to this last case – the real explanation of the mysterious boy and his parrot – beyond even the reach of the once-famed sleuth?
Subtle revelations lead the reader to a wrenching resolution. This brilliant homage, which won the 2004 Aga Khan Prize for fiction, is the work of a master storyteller at the height of his powers.

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"You can't buy this kind of publicity." Lieber's experience with suicides was fairly extensive. There was a very small set of them who chose to do away with themselves publicly, and, within this group, an even smaller subset who would provide an exact time and place in advance. Of these-and he could think of perhaps two in all the years since he got his badge in 1940-none was ever late for his appointment. "Mr. Anapol here"-he nodded to the publisher-"through no fault of his own, naturally, ends up looking like the bad guy."

"Character assassination," Anapol agreed. "That's what it amounts to."

Again Captain Harley of the building police snapped the watch shut, this time with greater finality. "I'm going to send my boys home," he said. "I don't think any of you have anything to worry about."

Lieber winked at the boy, a sullen, staring kid who, for the last forty-five minutes, had been standing in the lee of his vast grandfather with a Finger in his mouth, looking as if he was going to vomit. When Lieber winked, the kid turned pale. The detective frowned. In his years as a beat cop on and off Pitkin Avenue, he had frightened children with a friendly wink or hello many times, but rarely one so old who did not have something on his conscience.

"I don't get it," said Sammy. "I mean, I see what you're saying. I thought the same thing. Maybe it is all just a stunt to get attention and he never had any intention of jumping at all. But then why did he steal the costume from my office?"

"Can you prove that he took the costume?" Lieber said. "Look, I don't know. Maybe he just got cold feet. Maybe he was run down by a pushcart or a taxicab. I'll check the hospitals, just in case."

He nodded to Captain Harley and agreed that it was time to pack up the show. Then he turned back to the boy. He didn't know exactly whathe was going to say; the chain of reasons and possibilities lay still unconnected in his mind. It was just a fleeting policeman's impulse, a nose for trouble, that prompted his question. He was one of those men who couldn't help giving a squirrelly little kid a hard time.

"I hear you've been skipping school, young man, to come into our fair city and be a gadabout," he said.

The boy's eyes widened. He was good-looking, a little overfed but with thick black curls and big blue eyes that now grew even larger. The detective wasn't sure yet whether the boy was dreading punishment or longing for it. Usually, with solemn little reprobates of this sort, it was the latter.

"I don't want to catch you loose in my town again, you hear me? You stay out on Long Island where you belong."

He winked at the father now. Sam Clay laughed.

"Thank you, Detective," he said. He grabbed a fistful of his son's hair and shook the boy's head back and forth in a way that looked quite painful to Lieber. "He's become quite the forger, this one. Does his mother's signature on his excuses better than she can."

Lieber felt the links of the chain beginning to reach toward each other.

"Is that so?" he said. "Tell me, do you have one of these little masterpieces all ready to go for tomorrow?"

With three swift, mute nods of his head, the boy confessed that he did. Lieber held out his hand. The boy reached into his satchel and took out a manila folder. He opened it. A single leaf of good paper lay within, neatly typed and signed. He handed the paper over to Lieber. His movements were precise and preternaturally careful, almost showily so, and Lieber remembered that the boy's father believed his son had been sneaking into the city to hang out with stage magicians at Louis Tannen's Magic Shop. Lieber scanned the boy's note.

Dear Mr. Savarese,

Please excuse Tommy's absence from school yesterday. Once again as I told you previously I believe he required ophthalmologic type treatments from his specialist in the city. Sincerely, Mrs. Rosa Clay

"I'm afraid your boy was responsible for all this," Lieber said, passing the letter to the boy's father. "He wrote the letter to the Herald-Tribune."

"I had a feeling," the grandfather said. "I thought I recognized the style."

"What?" Sam Clay said. "What makes you say that?"

"Typewriters have personalities," said the boy in a small voice, looking down at his feet. "Like fingerprints."

"That is very often the case," Lieber agreed.

Sammy examined the note, then gave the boy a queer look. "Tommy, is this true?"

"Yes, sir."

"You mean nobody is going to jump?"

Tommy shook his head.

"You made up this whole thing yourself?"

He nodded.

"Well," said Lieber. "This is a serious thing you've done, son. I'm afraid you may have committed a crime." He looked at the father. "I'm sorry about your cousin," he said. "I know you were hoping he had come back."

"I was," Sammy said, surprised, either by the realization or by the fact that Lieber had guessed it. "You know, I guess I really was."

"He has come back!" The boy shouted this, and even Lieber jumped a little. "He's here."

"In New York?" the father said. The boy nodded. "Joe Kavalier is here in New York." Another nod. "Where? How do you know? Tommy, god damn it, where is your cousin Joe?"

The boy muttered something, his voice nearly inaudible. Then, to their surprise, he turned and walked into the building. He went over to the banks of express elevators and pressed the button for those that went all the way to the top.

5

It all began-or had begun again-with the Ultimate Demon Wonder Box. Last July 3, his eleventh birthday, Tommy's father had taken him to The Story of Robin Hood at the Criterion, to lunch at the Automat, and to visit a reproduction, at the Forty-second Street Library, of Sherlock Holmes's apartment, complete with unopened letters addressed to the sleuth, a curl-toed slipper filled with tobacco, the paw print of the Hound of the Baskervilles, and a stuffed Giant Rat of Sumatra. All of this was by Tommy's request, and in lieu of the usual birthday party. Tommy's one friend, Eugene Begelman, had moved to Florida at the end of fourth grade, and Tommy had had no desire to fill the Clays' living room with antsy, sullen, eye-rolling kids whose parents had forced them, out of politeness to his own, to attend. He was a solitary boy, unpopular with teachers and students alike. He still slept with a stuffed beaver named Bucky. But he was, at the same time, proud-even belligerent in defense-of his estrangement from the world of the normal, stupid, happy, enviable children of Bloomtown. The mystery of his real father, who-he had decided, deciphering the overheard hints and swiftly hushed remarks of his parents and his grandmother before her death-had been a soldier killed in Europe, was at once a source of amour propre and of bitter yearning, a grand opportunity that he had missed out on but that nevertheless could have befallen only him. He always sympathized with young people in novels whose parents had died or abandoned them (as much to help them fulfill their singular destinies as future Emperors or Pirate Kings, as out of the general grinding cruelty toward children of the world). There was no doubt in his mind that such a destiny awaited him, perhaps in the Martian colonies or the plutonium mines of the asteroid belt. Tommy was a little pudgy, and small for his age. He had been the target of some standard-issue cruelty over the years, but his taciturnity and his spectacularly average performance in school had earned him a certain measure of safe invisibility. Thus, over time, he had won the right to opt completely out of the usual theaters of juvenile strategy and angst-the playground coups, the permanent floating card-flipping games, the Halloween and pool and birthday parties. These interested him, but he forbade himself to care. If he could not see his health drunk in the huge oaken banquet room of a castle, filled with the smell of spit-roasted boar and venison, by tankard-clinking stalwart bowmen and adventurers, then a day in New York City with his father would have to do.

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