The crow road by Iain M. Banks

Author:Iain M. Banks [Iain M. Banks]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Roman
ISBN: 9781596923072
Published: 2008-07-15T07:00:00+00:00

‘You mean you haven’t read them all?’

‘I went off the idea,’ I said. I was sitting in what had effectively become my boudoir; our living room. Aunt Janice seemed to prefer staying here with Gavin to travelling out to Crow Road most nights.

Gav and Janice sat on the couch, loosely attired in dressing gowns and watching a video.

I had been sitting at the table housed in the living room bay window, trying to write a paper for a tutorial the next day, but Gavin and Janice had chosen to punctuate their highly audible coupling sessions (in what the more tenacious core-areas of my long-term memory still sporadically insisted had once been my bedroom) with an almost equally noisy episode of tortilla chip eating. The corny raucousness which ensued of course meant that the television volume had to be turned up to window-shaking levels so that the happy couple could savour the exquisitely enunciated phrasing of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s lines over the noise of their munching.

I had admitted defeat on the subject of the links between agricultural and industrial revolution and British Imperialism, and sat down to watch the video. Perhaps appropriately, given the inflammatory nature of the effect Gav and Janice seemed to have on each other’s glands, it was called Red Heat.

‘Oh,’ I’d said. ‘A Hollywood movie about two cops who don’t get along at first but are thrown together on a case involving drugs, foreigners, lots of fights and guns and which ends up with them respecting each other and winning. Sheech.’ I shook my head. ‘Makes you wonder where these script-writer guys get their weird and zany ideas from, doesn’t it?’

Gav had nodded in agreement, without taking his eyes off the screen. Janice Rae had smiled over at me, her hair fetchingly disarrayed, her cheeks flushed. ‘Oh yes, Prentice,’ she’d said. ‘What did you think of Rory’s work, in that folder?’

Hence the exchange above.

Janice looked back at the telly and stretched one leg out over Gavin’s lap. I glanced over, thinking that she had much better legs than a woman of her age deserved. Come to that, she had much better legs than a man of Gav’s mental age deserved.

‘So you haven’t found any hints about what it was Rory had hidden in there?’ she said.

‘I’ve no idea what he wanted to hide,’ I said, wishing that Janice would hide a little more of her legs.

I was uncomfortable talking about the poems and Rory’s papers; the bag lost on the train coming back from Lochgair at the start of the year had stayed lost, and - stuck with just the memory of the half-finished stuff that Janice had given me originally - I’d given up on any idea I’d ever had of trying to rescue Uncle Rory’s name from artistic oblivion, or discovering some great revelation in the texts. Still, it haunted me. Even now, months later, I had dreams about reading a book that ended half-way through, or watching a film which ended abruptly, screen whiting-out ...

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