De Amerikaanse schrijver Bernard Malamud werd op 26 april 1914 in Brooklyn, New York, geboren. Zie ook mijn blog van 26 april 2007 en ook mijn blog van 26 april 2008 en ook mijn blog van 26 april 2009 en ook mijn blog van 26 april 2010.
Uit: The assistant
„The early November street was dark though night had ended, but thewind, to the grocer’s surprise, already clawed. It flung his apron intohis face as he bent for the two milk cases at the curb. Morris Boberdragged the heavy boxes to the door, panting. A large brown bag ofhard rolls stood in the doorway along with the sour-faced, gray-hairedPoilisheh huddled there, who wanted one.
What’s the matter so late?” Ten after six,” said the grocer.
Is cold,” she complained.
Turning the key in the lock he let her in. Usually he lugged inthe milk and lit the gas radiators, but the Polish woman was impatient.
Morris poured the bag of rolls into a wire basket on the counter andfound an unseeded one for her. Slicing it in halves, he wrapped it inwhite store paper. She tucked the roll into her cord market bag andleft three pennies on the counter. He rang up the sale on an old noisycash register, smoothed and put away the bag the rolls had come in,finished pulling in the milk, and stored the bottles at the bottom ofthe refrigerator. He lit the gas radiator at the front of the store andwent into the back to light the one there.
He boiled up coffee in a blackened enamel pot and sipped it, chewing on a roll, not tasting what he was eating. After he had cleanedup he waited; he waited for Nick Fuso, the upstairs tenant, a youngmechanic who worked in a garage in the neighborhood. Nick came inevery morning around seven for twenty cents’ worth of ham and aloaf of bread.
But the front door opened and a girl of ten entered, her facepinched and eyes excited. His heart held no welcome for her.
My mother says,” she said quickly, can you trust her tilltomorrow for a pound of butter, loaf of rye bread and a small bottleof cider vinegar?”
He knew the mother. No more trust.”
The girl burst into tears.
Morris gave her a quarter-pound of butter, the bread and vinegar.“
Bernard Malamud (26 april 1914 – 18 maart 1986)
