De Amerikaanse schrijver Robert Coover werd geboren op 4 februari 1932 in Charles City, Iowa. Zie ook alle tags voor Robert Coover op dit blog.
Uit: The Babysitter
“His little hand. clutching the bar of soap, lathers shyly a narrow space between her shoulderblades. She is doubled forward against her knees, buried in rich suds, peeking at him over the edge of her shoulder. The soap slithers out of his grip and plunks into the water. “I… I dropped the soap,‘ he whispers. She: ‘Find it.‘
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‘I dream of Jeannie with the light brown pubic hair!‘ ‘Harry! Stop that! You’re drunk!‘ But they’re laughing. they’re all laughing, damn! he’s feeling pretty goddamn good at that. and now he just knows he needs that aspirin. Watching her there, her thighs spread for him, on the couch, in the tub. hell, on the kitchen table for that matter. he tees off on Number Nine. and – _whap_ swats his host’s wife on the bottom. ‘Hole in one!’ he shouts. “Harry? Why can’t his goddamn wife Dolly ever get happy-drunk instead of sour-drunk all the time? ‘Gonna be tough Sunday. old buddy!’ ‘You’re pretty tough right now, Harry,‘ says his host.
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The babysitter lunges forward, grabs the boy by the arms and hauls him off the couch, pulling two cushions with him, and drags him towards the bathroom. He lashes out, knocking over an endtable full of magazines and ashtrays. ~You leave my brother alone!‘ Bitsy cries and grabs the sitter around the waist. Jimmy jumps on her and down they all go. On the silent screen. there’s a fade-in to a dark passageway in an old apartment building in some foreign country. She kicks out and somebody falls between her legs. Somebody else is sitting on her face. ‘Jimmyl Stop that!‘ the babysitter laughs. her voice muffled.“
Robert Coover (Charles City, 4 februari 1932)