And Then You Die - 8 by Michael Dibdin

Author:Michael Dibdin [Dibdin, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Zen; Aurelio (Fictitious Character), Mafia, General, Mystery & Detective
ISBN: 9780571210428
Publisher: Faber
Published: 2002-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

‘Dottor Zen! What a pleasure! You’ve had a smooth trip, I hope? The way back always seems shorter and sweeter than the way out, I find.’

He caught Zen staring slack-jawed at his open-necked shirt, stonewashed jeans and black running shoes.

‘Dress-down Friday,’ he explained. ‘One of my little innovations around here. It has encountered a certain amount of resistance from some of the older team members, I’m afraid, but of course I don’t insist. That’s my whole philosophy of the workplace environment. “Personal choice, personal empowerment, personal responsibility.” All that counts is results. Come in, come in!’

Zen followed Brugnoli through the doorway, feeling like a superannuated bank clerk in his fifteen-year-old suit, a shirt that felt as though it consisted mostly of starch, and shoes of the now extinct variety that could be and indeed had been resoled.

The room they entered was completely different from the reception area outside, but just as much of a surprise. It was about the same size and height as the entire upper floor of the Rutelli family’s villa in Versilia, but looked as though it had been redecorated by Snaebjorn Gudmundsson. The floor was tiled, the walls studiously bare and neutral. A minimalist desk in some synthetic black material supported a flat-screen computer terminal and nothing else. No telephone, no drawers, no paperwork. There were no filing cabinets in evidence either, nor any of the usual bookshelves groaning under a weight of identically bound legal tomes. No portrait of the current occupant of the Quirinale Palace visible though the floor-length windows, no crucifixes or flags, no framed documents in cursive script certifying that

Dottor Brugnoli had been the recipient of this or that honour or award. In fact the only other objects on view in the huge space were a terracotta bust of a man’s head, mounted on an exiguous metal stand which seemed to be performing a balancing act like a juggler on a high wire, and a framed Fascist-era poster showing two men in uniform chatting in the street while a sinister eavesdropper lurked in the shadows. ‘Be Vigilant!’ warned the caption in mock three-dimensional characters. ‘Walls Have Ears.’

So this was what it had come to, thought Zen glumly. The received but always unspoken wisdom of his professional generation had now been recycled as public postmodern irony. It was definitely time for him to quit.

Meanwhile his host had retreated to the far corner of the room, where he was walking up and down talking intensely to himself. By now familiar with this epidemic which had recently started to afflict large numbers of the population, Zen turned politely away, pretending not to notice. That seemed to be the form. You’d be walking along the street, and this well-dressed and apparently successful man would come at you, head up and briefcase in hand, talking to himself. Sometimes even arguing with himself in a loud and insistent voice. It was as if all the drunks and schizos had been given million-lire clothing allowances and a middle-management job.

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