Far from Home

Far from Home
Walter Tevis
Copyright
Far from Home
Copyright © 1983, 2014 by Walter Tevis
Cover art, special contents, and electronic edition © 2014 by RosettaBooks LLC
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Cover design by Brad Albright
ISBN e-Pub edition: 9780795342868
For Eleanora, Mimi, Stan, Rosemary, Bette, Frank, Amy, Lynn, Merle and Herry
Acknowledgments
“Rent Control” copyright © 1979 by Omni Publications International Ltd.
“The Apotheosis of Myra” copyright © 1980 by Playboy Publications, Inc.
“Out of Luck” copyright © 1980 by Omni Publications International Ltd.
“Echo” copyright © 1980 by Mercury Press, Inc.
“The Other End of the Line” copyright © 1961 by Mercury Press, Inc.
“The Big Bounce” copyright © 1958 by Galaxy Publishing Corporation.
“The Goldbrick,” originally published as “Operation Goldbrick,” copyright © 1957 by Quinn Publishing Co.
“The Ifth of Oofth” copyright © 1957 by Galaxy Publishing Corporation.
“The Scholar’s Disciple” copyright © 1969 by the National Council of Teachers of English.
“Far From Home” copyright © 1958 by Mercury Press, Inc.
Contents
PART ONE: CLOSE TO HOME
1. Rent Control
2. A Visit From Mother
3. Daddy
4. The Apotheosis of Myra
5. Out of Luck
6. Echo
7. Sitting in Limbo
PART TWO: FAR FROM HOME
8. The Other End of the Line
9. The Big Bounce
10. The Goldbrick
11. The Ifth of Oofth
12. The Scholar’s Disciple
13. Far From Home
Part One
Close to Home
RENT CONTROL
“My God,” Edith said, “that was the most real experience of my life.” She put her arms around him, put her cheek against his naked chest, and pulled him tightly to her. She was crying.
He was crying too. “Me too, darling,” he said, and held his arms around her. They were in the loft bed of her studio apartment on the East Side. They had just had orgasms together. Now they were sweaty, relaxed, blissful. It had been a perfect day.
Their orgasms had been foreshadowed by their therapy. That evening, after supper, they had gone to Harry’s group as always on Wednesdays and somehow everything had focused for them. He had at last shouted the heartfelt anger he bore against his incompetent parents; she had screamed her hatred of her sadistic mother, her gutless father. And their relief had come together there on the floor of a New York psychiatrist’s office. After the screaming and pounding of fists, after the real and potent old rage in both of them was spent, their smiles at one another had been radiant. They had gone afterward to her apartment, where they had lived together half a year, climbed up the ladder into her bed, and begun to make love slowly, carefully. Then frenetically. They had been picked up bodily by it and carried to a place they had never been before.