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    Bear v. Shark: The Novel

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      Today’s hectic world.

      Who the hell wants to sit still at a thought crossing and just watch those linked ideas roll by?

      Hold on, I got another call.

      92

      The Museum of Las Vegas Secession

      It’s on to the Museum of Las Vegas Secession, remember, that huge and impressively amusing educational complex. But it’s hard for the Normans to get very excited about the museum, what with the Event looming in the near future.

      It seems that the thousands of other people at the museum feel the same way. People are nervous, on edge. Everyone is just wandering around, killing time, waiting.

      Who would win in a fight between a bear and a shark?

      I mean, think about it, if a bear (with a normal-sized head) and a shark had a conflict that they could not settle peaceably . . . who would win?

      I’d eat broken glass for a ticket, I would.

      The Virtual Water Park is fun because you don’t get wet for real.

      The Original Gambling Monkey is pretty amazing. He plays blackjack and poker, mostly. But here’s what they never tell you in the ads: The monkey is a terrible gambler. He almost always loses, it’s like he doesnt even understand the rules or the purpose.

      The World’s Largest Billboard is immense, to be sure, but a bit of a letdown. It’s not as big as it looks on the Internet. Pictures can lie.

      Mr. Norman holds Curtis’s hand as the family walks around the museum, which is a nice thing that he hasn’t done in a long time. Curtis walks slowly and a bit unsteadily, staring straight ahead. He seems to be getting much better. He eats cotton candy and rubs some of it in his hair. Not once at the museum does he run off or get lost or get shot.

      There is a petting zoo with a toothless, sedated bear with glassy eyes and tangled fur. It lies on its side taking shallow breaths while the children poke it. There is also a shark, apparently, but it won’t come out from behind a plastic rock.

      Mr. Norman leans down to Curtis and says, “You ready for tonight, little man?”

      Docents in animal masks make children run and cry.

      He (Mr. Norman) says, “You think the shark will get what’s coming to him?”

      Curtis doesn’t say anything.

      Matthew says, “No way, Dad.”

      A sign says, “The brave men and women who settled this country came here seeking a better way of life.”

      A sign says, “Coming tomorrow: Bear v. Shark II: A Historical Perspective.”

      A man on a pay phone says, “You fucking promised me youd have the detonator.

      Matthew says, “Sucks you have to wait for history.”

      93

      Oral Vacuum

      There is a shark out there in the ocean called a cookie-cutter shark. Isistius brasiliensis. Even though it is pretty clearly an Internet hoax, I’m going to assume that it’s real, as I assume American astronauts landed on the moon, as I assume Greenland exists, as I assume the biological experts in Chapter 88 really have their Ph.D.s. Call me gullible. Ive seen Internet pictures of the cookie-cutter shark. This is not a pretty animal creepy eyes and a godawful mouth but still, it doesnt look like some terror of the deep. Not the great white, the so-called man-eater, not 50 feet long like the whale shark. Its cigar-shaped, eel-like, about 50 cm in length, max. (As any decent dashboard will tell you, thats about 20 inches long.) And cookie-cutter shark is such a harmless name, a fun name, even, who doesnt like cookies?, my friends and I love them, except heres the thing: do you know why it’s called that? What this shark does is attach itself to some much larger creature, sometimes another shark, with its thick, suctorial lips and long, sharp teeth, and then it spins hard in order to rip out a cookie-shaped plug of flesh from the larger animal. This plug is sometimes referred to as a flesh cookie. Cookie-cutter sharks have very strong basihyals (see above) and mighty rectus cervicis throat muscles in order to create a powerful oral vacuum. A recent theory suggests that the cookie-cutter sharks markings trick other, larger fish into thinking it is a very small fish. When the larger fish attacks this very small fish, the cookie-cutter turns and lunges at the lunger, using the larger fishs forward motion to help rip out the plug of flesh, the cookie. I might add that at one site there is talk of cookie-cutter sharks cratering the sturdy sonar domes of nuclear submarines.

      So say you’re a big fish. This seemingly harmless creature with the fun name lies to you, assaults you with a powerful oral vacuum, and then makes a hole in you forever.

      Damn right it’s a metaphor.

      94

      Big Afternoon

      Tell about the Big Afternoon leading up to the Big Event.

      Five hours, four hours, three hours, two hours . . .

      Slow down. Use some striking images, some poignant details. What’s the weather like?

      Sunny. Hot. Hot as . . . I don’t know.

      What else?

      What’s to say? I’d skip it if you’d let me.

      I won’t let you.

      I know.

      Tell it.

      I don’t know, a nap. Yes, a family nap. Boy, they sure are tired, those Normans.

      C’mon.

      It’s true. It’s really true, now that I think about it.

      Boring.

      So.

      Boring is bad.

      Not all of life can be so entertaining.

      What about art? What about novels?

      Depends.

      Tell about Curtis.

      He’s asleep like the others.

      Somethings wrong with him. Theres a problem here. Theres a crisis, a conflict.

      We’re adopting a wait-and-see attitude.

      What’s going to happen to him?

      I, like sharks and most other fishes, cannot see the future.

      They’re all asleep.

      Yes. Well. Mr. Norman isn’t asleep. He can’t sleep. He keeps looking over to see if Curtis is still breathing.

      And is he?

      Breathing?

      Yes.

      Yes.

      Boring. But outside, on the streets of Las Vegas, it’s like a big party or something, right? People tailgating and drinking and celebrating and getting ready. A festive, jubilant atmosphere. Some fights breaking out between bear and shark factions. Right?

      But see, that’s the thing, it’s not a party. Nobody is out on the street, almost nobody. It’s hot and bright and empty out there. Kind of creepy. People are lying low, staying quiet. It’s never like this in Las Vegas, but today it is. It just doesn’t look right. You need people to make this place look right. Without people, it looks.

      Deserted?

      Worse than deserted. Egregious. At BvS: The Theme Park there are no lines. It’s never been easier to ride those upside-down rides. There are three people on The Mama’s Den and maybe three more on The Unlevel Playing Field. They’re all screaming with their hands in the air like you’re supposed to, but you can tell their hearts aren’t in it. One might say that a pall has descended.

      Hey you’ve got your religion and I’ve got mine.

      Of course.

      Family nap and empty streets.

      That’s what I’m saying, yes.

      No wonder nobody reads anymore. So what should I do the rest of the day?

      I don’t know, flip through a celebrity magazine or watch a sporting event.

      I can’t. I’m too antsy and restless about tonight.

      Oh well.

      Hey, would you care for a flesh cookie?

      No thanks.

      Didn’t someone die one time on The Mama’s Den?

      You’re thinking of Goldilocks’s Nightmare. The guy was too tall and his head just.

      Say, who would win in a fight between a bear and a shark?

      Stay tuned, I reckon.

      95

      The War of Nature

      A free, crowded, and eerily quiet shuttle ride down to the Darwin Dome.

      These are common folk on the shuttle, the lottery winners. Their T-shirts are loud and brash, but their faces are blank, even grim.

    &
    nbsp; Grim, with one hour remaining before Bear v. Shark II: The War of Nature. What gives?

      Mr. Norman wonders if his face is grim. And if his face is grim, does that mean he’s feeling grim, too? He intentionally makes a grim face, and then thinks about how much work it took. If it was relatively easy to make a grim face from his regular, ground-state face, then maybe his face was already pretty far on toward grim, and thus maybe he is feeling grim. If his face had to go a long way to make a grim face, then maybe he is the opposite of grim, happy or something.

      Step One: Make a grim face.

      Step Two: Measure the difference between regular face and grim face.

      Step Three: Determine your emotional state.

      Mrs. Norman says, “Honey, what are you doing?”

      This isn’t easy, and it really isn’t as scientific as it seems. There’s room for human error here. Subjectivity creeps back in.

      Curtis sits in his father’s lap. Under each of his eyes is a shiny blue crescent of bruise. Blue and shiny, like an insect’s wings. Back at the hotel Matthew swore he heard Curtis say something, some words, not English words, really, but an utterance of some type. The child is coming around.

      If you are faced with a bear in a threatening situation, remain calm and still. Sometimes playing dead works. The last thing you want to do is run away. Bears are fast.

      A T-shirt says, “Real men have coarse, thick fur.”

      Another T-shirt says, “Hibernation is for pussies.”

      Grim faces.

      Darwin, the nineteenth-century scientist, says, in the penultimate sentence of his On the Origin of Species, Thus, from the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals, directly follows.

      Civic Leaders and Captains of Industry say, “I don’t much care for Darwin on origins, but I like what he has to say about competition.”

      And there it is, folks, the Darwin Dome, brilliant in the August sun. A cathedral and a crucible.

      The shuttle driver, an anarchist with some vague cult ties, says, “Well, here we are.”

      Mrs. Norman says, “Isn’t it something?”

      From his father’s lap, Curtis stares out the bullet-proof shuttle windows at the desert arena.

      The dictionary says dome means house of God.

      96

      Bear v. Shark:

      The Index

      abortion

      Adams, Grizzly

      Agassi, Andre

      American ear, broad, flapping

      American Vacation

      announcement, public service

      Antichafe Flap, patented

      Aristotle

      Ark, Noah’s

      Asians,

      Astroturf

      Atlanta, Carolina

      atmosphere:

      festive and jubilant

      foreboding

      grim

      author’s apartment

      Babble Blocker

      baby, lost

      back to you, Brock

      Backacher, Chris

      Badchildren, Chris

      Bandleader, Chris

      Barthelme, Donald

      Barthes, Roland

      bears:

      Bear Killer

      cabaret

      churlish

      fur

      head, large

      head-lugged

      head, small

      hibernation

      invisible

      meat

      milk

      paws

      pipin’ swords

      porn

      running downhill

      sark

      slippers

      speed

      swimming

      syrup, love of

      teeth

      verbs

      Bear v. Shark:

      I

      II

      III

      action figures

      Blues No. 3

      Breakfast Cereal, The

      Classic Game of Strategy and Entertainment, The

      cone, the

      essay, the

      How to Talk to Your Children about Bear v. Shark

      index, the

      insider’s story, the

      license plates, personalized

      logo, the

      novel, the

      On Ice

      origins

      parties

      preface, the

      question, the

      quiz, the

      rising action, the

      Tale of the Tape, The

      Talk Radio

      Theme Park, The

      T-shirt

      bees, killer

      birds, fake

      bivouac, scenic

      Blackletter, Chris

      boards:

      bill (see also Jesus) dash

      bombs

      boot, cowboy

      boy:

      crippled

      drowning

      breakfast:

      analytic

      Continental

      on a stick

      brother-in-law, my

      Buffalo, Baltimore

      butt, perfect

      ’Bye, Dale

      cake, chocolate

      Calvino, Italo

      carrots, wavy

      chinchilla

      chlorine

      Cleveland, New Orleans

      cockfights

      Comedy, Situation

      context, pseudo

      cookies:

      flesh

      ginger

      costumes, furry

      cricket, dead

      cults

      Curtis’s knees

      Darwin, Charles

      Darwin Dome

      Debate, Ten-Second

      delay, seven-second

      democracy

      Denver , Minnesota

      depression

      desire, refracted, despot, beneficent (see boards, dash)

      dew point (see weather)

      disaster, passenger train

      disciples, the

      disease:

      cancer

      Dutch Elm

      freshwater

      gum

      dog:

      Last Folksinger’s

      wiener,

      Dorfman, Ariel

      Dutch, the

      earplugs, complimentary

      Edison, Thomas

      electronic equipment, fake

      entertainers, homeless

      entertainment exhaust

      experts

      eyes:

      funny

      weird

      face, grim

      feelings, palpable

      fisherman, well-read

      Florentine, banana

      Folksinger, Last

      Food Marts

      footage:

      interesting,

      stock

      fork fork fork

      French and Indian War

      Freud, Sigmund

      Frost, Robert

      Frozen Dinner Rolls, Insta-Bake (see Curtis’s knees)

      Gambling Monkey, World’s Original

      gardener (see Dutch, the)

      gas, inert

      gaskin

      ghost

      gills, bleeding

      Goldilocks’s Nightmare

      grace, shredded

      Green Bay, Seattle

      Green Paint

      guarantee, four-minute

      Guard, National

      guy:

      from other booth

      from Pump

      hair, unwanted

      hand:

      invisible

      of the diligent

      HardCorp

      Hart, Owen

      hash, canned

      Hernia Soda

      hoax (see Internet)

      hoboes

      hockey team, U.S. Olympic

      hogshead

      Hollis, Rev.

      Holmes:

      Oliver Wendell

      Sherlock

      hookers

      hoosegow (see prison)

      horse, pommel

      human spirit, triu
    mph of

      Huxley, Aldous

      ich

      Indianapolis, Dallas

      Internet

      irony

      Jacksonville, Cincinnati

      Jesus:

      on a billboard

      on the Darwin Dome

      join join join

      jokes

      judge, TV commercial

      jump, Curtis

      Kansas City, San Diego

      King, Martin Luther

      knitting, electronic

      knock, knock

      knot:

      Accordion

      Gordian

      Gordon

      granny

      Guardian

      koan

      Las Vegas

      lawn, chipped and faded

      lawyer, lady

      license plates, personalized

      Lindbergh, Charles

      Link, Breakfast

      linoleum

      Lloyd

      Lloyd’s mother

      Look past the violence, Jack

      love, flood of

      marble, lucky

      Meredith, Dr. Sara

      Miami , Chicago

      microcoils, interlocked

      Mindy’s ex-boyfriend Nate

      mockery

      Moody, Rick

      Moore, Lorrie

      moralism

      motorists, drunk

      mouse:

      dead

      foolhardy

      Munson, Rev. Marty

      Museum of Las Vegas Secession, The

      Namath, Joe

      nausea

      neon

      Net Nook

      New England, Arizona

      New York Giants, Philadelphia

      nine yards, the whole

      noggin, bump on the

      oriole bolus

      outing, father-son

      pains, fruitless

      Pants, Sexy

      parlor

      Personality, Television

      Petty, Richard

      pillow:

      cordless vibrating

      UnPillow

      Planet Peanut Brittle

      plumbers

      police

      polls, recent

      porridge

      Postman, Neil

      posture

      Princess Adelaide

      prison:

      cabbage

      Las Vegas

      sex

      Pynchon, Thomas

      racehorse

      Razor, Ockham’s

      rhetoric

      Richards, I. A.

      Round-Eyed Sons of the Knightly Order

      sandwich, dick

      satire

      Saunders, George

      scrotum, underneath the

      sequitur, non

      sex (see prison)

      Shakespeare

      sharks:

      belly

     


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