The Gospel of Anarchy: A Novel by Taylor Justin

Author:Taylor, Justin [Taylor, Justin]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc.
Published: 2011-02-08T05:00:00+00:00

When she’s finished reading she snaps the journal closed and flips it face out, lifts it with both hands like a trophy up above her head, amid scattered whistles and claps. People are glancing around, curious to see who looks wholehearted and who is hedging, not yet ready themselves to commit. But the inertia of crowds is at work here, or else the Holy Spirit is, and before they know it they can feel the feather-light sting of their own palms beating together.

Is that my voice I feel rising up inside me like a water jet, spouting forth Hallelujah? Shouting Glory in the Name? Is that me with my arms around these brother and sister strangers, my me-ness dissolving into us-ness, oceanic, and everyone so glad to be free of everything, not least of all ourselves, as we join arm in arm in arm together, every soul-sick idea about limit swept away?

It’s a lot of them, all right, but not Thomas. And not Owl and Selah, either. He sees them at the far end of the yard, their backs to the scene, slipping away around the side of the house. Too much even for them, apparently, which truly says something—says everything, really.

So what happens now?

The ululation tapers and is soon enough replaced with genial chatter as people become themselves again. Hey, good to see you. Yeah, you too. How’s it going? Katy heads inside with the notebook. It’d be nice to think of it out there in the tent, enshrined and accessible, but the humidity would destroy it in a week. Liz asks if anyone can help her move a few cases of beer, and someone says sure, yeah, that’d be cool.

They have a guy—congregant? parishioner? comrade? lover? friend? whatever; they have a guy—who works at the Publix grocery store on Thirty-fourth Street. He tips them off when good shit is being tossed out. The Publix dumpster fills up almost nightly with more technically-expired-but-totally-consumable food and drink than they could ever possibly make use of. Some nights there’s enough to fill Owl’s bus twice over, though usually they ride out there on their bikes, fill their backpacks and their baskets, leave the rest behind for the next enterprising troupe of young bums. But nights when they hold services are different—reveries, blowouts—and so they always start stocking up a few days in advance.

In addition to the several cases of beer, they also have the following: eight loaves of bread (white, whole wheat, seven-grain, raisin; take your pick), a crate of oranges, five boxes of Frosted Flakes, four grab-n-go rotisserie chickens in microwave-safe warming bags, a few blocks of extra sharp cheddar, six jars of chunky salsa (mild and hot, but no medium), a cardboard box entirely full of heads of lettuce, several bunches of bananas too mushy to eat but perfect for making smoothies with (though they have no blender), some half-thawed frozen steaks they’re not entirely sure about (but are hesitant to chuck, since they’re expensive as hell, besides which

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