Chapters (69)
- Copyright Notice
- THE MILLENNIUM
- DON
- HANNAH
- KAREN
- DON’S MOTHER
- PETER
- THE MOTHER
- DR. BROWN
- HANNAH’S FATHER
- SERGEJ
- MOTHER
- THE RUSSIAN
- THOME
- THE RED DEER
- THOME’S FATHER
- WALTER
- KAREN’S BIG BROTHER
- PATUK
- OLD WOMAN
- POLICEWOMAN
- BEFORE THE INTERMISSION
- INTERMISSION
- HUMANITY
- SIR ERNEST (EARL)
- COMMUNICATIONS CONSULTANT
- PROGRAMMER
- MA WEI
- CARL
- THE FRIENDS (BEN, KEMAL, PAVEL, MAGGY, RACHEL)
- BODYCAM MAN
- MAGGY
- MR. M.
- ROGER
- THE AVERAGE ENGLISHMAN
- THE LAB DIRECTOR
- HONEST MAN
- JOB NOMADS
- COURIER
- BOXER
- ATTACKERS
- THE EIGHT-YEAR-OLD PROSTITUTE
- KEVIN
- SWEATING MAN
- BERTA AND HENRY’S
- RACHEL
- YOUNG MEN
- ARTHUR
- STUDENT
- ROB
- A WOMAN
- PHILOSOPHER
- THE MATTRESS SELLER
- ABDULLAH B.
- THE PRO-LIFERS
- PROFESSOR DR. KUHN
- JON
- PROFESSOR
- MIDDLE-AGED TEACHER
- WOMAN WITH THE THINNING HAIR
- BANKER
- THE CHILD
- THE NEW PRIME MINISTER
- MADAME CECILIE
- THE JOURNALIST
- THE WORLD
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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The medical practice is on the ground floor. A bathroom window is tilted open, and Karen climbs in through it.
She passes a kitchen where sad yellow light illuminates medical equipment, a toilet, and—the examination room. Karen sees the open crotch of a woman and the back of Dr. Brown’s head, hair is growing out of his ears. Karen leans against the wall. A flashback. Bodily details of all the male bodies of the previous few years pass before her eyes. Hair creeping into the light from ears and noses, yellow teeth, breath that smells like old rubbish, dried spittle in the corners of mouths, strings of saliva between upper and lower lips. Small, white, tapered bottoms with black hairs, between thighs testicles dangling down toward the knees. All kinds of little, crooked cocks, smegma on the cocks, drooping arms, hairy backs, eyes close together, inflamed. Stomachs in all shapes and colors with smelly belly buttons. Makes sense that people have such an unbelievable propensity for violence inside, people who look like that are evil.
Dr. Brown pulls down his pants. They gather around his ankles. His underwear stretches between his knees. Looks ridiculous, but
DR. BROWN’S
Penis still stands out from his body like an imposing architectural structure. As if it weren’t part of his body, as if it had been retroactively attached. Dr. Brown is going to stockpile a fuck. A chance like this doesn’t come round every day. Such a good-looking unconscious person. Conscious sexual partners cause hassles, since they talk, breathe, they make false moves, they lie, they feign excitement, excitement about his penis and his technique. The difficulties of a woman’s bodily openings aren’t unknown to him. The dumbfucks can’t come unless he manually fiddles with their clits for ages. But what man wants to do that? So he likes them best when they’re calm, silent, open. Just a few more thrusts and … Dr. Brown doesn’t feel the blow. He doesn’t feel anything. He is out like a light.
With a heavy metal ashtray
ARTHUR
HEALTH RISKS: highly excitable
POLITICAL ORIENTATION: prior antifa activities
HOBBIES: drug abuse
OTHER HOBBIES: becoming a father
Well, even though