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"I have lots of sympathy--for Ellen James," Garp said.
"These women must have suffered, in other ways, themselves," Jenny said. "That's what makes them want to get closer to each other."
"And inflict more suffering on themselves, Mom?"
"Rape is every woman's problem," Jenny said. Garp hated his mother's "everyone" language most of all. A case, he thought, of carrying democracy to an idiotic extreme.
"It's every man's problem, too, Mom. The next time there's a rape, suppose I cut my prick off and wear it around my neck. Would you respect that, too?"
"We're talking about sincere ge
stures," Jenny said.
"We're talking about stupid gestures," Garp said.
But he would always remember his first Ellen Jamesian--the big woman who came to his apartment with his mother; when she left, she wrote Garp out a note and slipped it into his hand as if it were a tip.
"Mom's got a new bodyguard," Garp whispered to Helen as they waved good-bye. Then he read the bodyguard's note.
Your mother is worth 2 of you,
the note said.
But he couldn't really complain about his mother; for the first five years Garp and Helen were married, Jenny paid their bills.
* * *
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Garp joked that he called his first novel Procrastination because it had taken him so long to write it, but he had worked on it steadily and carefully; Garp was rarely a procrastinator.
The novel was called "historical." It is set in the Vienna of the war years, 1938-45, and through the period of the Russian occupation. The main character is a young anarchist who has to lie low, after the Anschluss, waiting for just the right blow he can strike against the Nazis. He waits too long. The point being, he should better have struck before the Nazi takeover; but there is nothing he can be sure of, then, and he is too young to recognize what is happening. Also, his mother--a widow--cherishes her private life; unconcerned with politics, she hoards her dead husband's money.
Through the war years, the young anarchist works as a zookeeper at Schonbrunn. When the population of Vienna begins seriously starving, and midnight raids on the zoo are a common source of stolen food, the anarchist decides to liberate the remaining animals--who are, of course, innocent of his country's own procrastination and its acquiescence to Nazi Germany. But by then the animals themselves are starving; when the anarchist frees them, they eat him. "That was only natural," Garp wrote. The animals, in turn, are slaughtered easily by a starving mob now roaming Vienna for food--just ahead of the Russian forces. That, too, was "only natural."
The anarchist's mother survives the war and lives in the Russian zone of occupation (Garp gave her the same apartment he and his mother shared on the Schwindgasse); the miserly widow's tolerance is finally wearied by the repeated atrocities she now sees committed by the Soviets--rape, chief among them. She watches the city restored to moderation and complacency, and she remembers her own inertia during the Nazi rise to power with great regret. Finally, the Russians leave; it is 1956, and Vienna retreats into itself again. But the woman mourns her son and her damaged country; she strolls the partially rebuilt and once again healthy zoo at Schonbrunn every weekend, recalling her secretive visits to her son there, during the war. It is the Hungarian Revolution that prompts the old lady's final action. Hundreds of thousands of new refugees come into Vienna.
In an effort to awaken the complacent city--that it must not sit back and watch things develop again--the mother tries to do what her son did: she releases the animals in the Schonbrunn Zoo. But the animals are well fed and content now; only a few of them can even be goaded into leaving their cages, and those who do wander out are easily confined in the Schonbrunn paths and gardens; eventually they're returned to their cages, unharmed. One elderly bear suffers a bout of violent diarrhea. The old woman's gesture of liberation is well intended but it is completely meaningless and totally unrealized. The old woman is arrested and an examining police doctor discovers that she has cancer; she is a terminal case.
Finally, and ironically, her hoarded money is of some use to her. She dies in luxury--in Vienna's only private hospital, the Rudolfinerhaus. In her death dream she imagines that some animals escape from the zoo: a couple of young Asiatic Black Bears. She imagines them surviving and multiplying so successfully that they become famous as a new animal species in the valley of the Danube.
But this is only her imagination. The novel ends--after the old woman's death--with the death of the diarrhetic bear in the Schonbrunn Zoo. "So much for revolution in modern times," wrote one reviewer, who called Procrastination "an anti-Marxist novel."
The novel was praised for the accuracy of its historical research--a point of no particular interest to Garp. It was also cited for originality and for having unusual scope for a first novel by such a young author. John Wolf had been Garp's publisher, and although he had agreed with Garp not to mention on the jacket flap that this was the first novel by the son of the feminist heroine Jenny Fields, there were few reviewers who failed to sound that chime.
"It is amazing that the now-famous son of Jenny Fields," wrote one, "has actually grown up to be what he said he wanted to be when he grew up." This, and other irrelevant cuteness concerning Garp's relationship to Jenny, made Garp very angry that his book couldn't be read and discussed for its own faults and/or merits, but John Wolf explained to him the hard fact that most readers were probably more interested in who he was than in what he'd actually written.
"Young Mr. Garp is still writing about bears," chided one wit, who'd been energetic enough to uncover the Grillparzer story from its obscure publication. "Perhaps, when he grows up, he'll write something about people."
But altogether, it was a literary debut more astonishing than most--and more noticed. It was, of course, never a popular book, and it hardly made T. S. Garp into a brand name; it would not make him "the household product"--as he called her--that his mother had become. But it was not that kind of book; he was not that kind of writer, and never would be, John Wolf told him.
"What do you expect?" John Wolf wrote him. "If you want to be rich and famous, get in another line. If you're serious about it, don't bitch. You wrote a serious book, it was published seriously. If you want to make a living off it, you're talking about another world. And remember: you're twenty-four years old. I think you'll write a lot more books."
John Wolf was an honorable and intelligent man, but Garp wasn't sure--and he wasn't content. He had made a little money, and now Helen had a salary; now that he didn't need Jenny's money, Garp felt all right about accepting some when she simply gave it out. And he felt he'd at least earned another reward to himself: he asked Helen to have another baby. Duncan was four; he was old enough to appreciate a brother or a sister. Helen agreed, knowing how easy Garp had made it for her to have Duncan. If he wanted to change diapers between the chapters of his next book, that was up to him.
But it was actually more than merely wanting a second child that prompted Garp to reproduce again. He knew he was an overwatchful, worrisome father and he felt he might relieve Duncan of some of the pressure of fatherly fears if there was another child to absorb some of Garp's excess anxiety.
"I'm very happy," Helen told him. "If you want another baby, we'll make one. I just wish you'd relax, I wish you'd be happier. You wrote a good book, now you'll write another one. Isn't it just what you always wanted?"
