Does the bodyguard scream at the woman who irons his shirts? Who has inflicted a brown burn on his yellow shirt purchased expensively from Yves St. A great brown burn just over the heart? With the second bodyguard, who is driving? What is the tone? On the young men?
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Does the bodyguard scream at the woman who irons his shirts? Who has inflicted a brown burn on his yellow shirt purchased expensively from Yves St.
A great brown burn just over the heart? With the second bodyguard, who is driving? What is the tone? On the young men? On the traffic? Has the bodyguard ever enjoyed a serious political discussion with his principal?
Will the bodyguard be relieved, today, in time to see the film he has in mind — Emmanuelle Around the World? If the bodyguard is relieved in time to see Emmanuelle Around the World, will there be a queue for tickets? Will there be students in the queue? Is the bodyguard frightened by the slogan Remember 17 June? Is the bodyguard frightened by black spray paint, tall letters ghostly at the edges, on this wall, on this wall?
At what level of education did the bodyguard leave school? Is the bodyguard sufficiently well-paid? Is he paid as well as a machinist? As well as a foreman? As well as an army sergeant?
As well as a lieutenant? Is the Mercedes armored? What is the best speed of the Mercedes? Can it equal that of a BMW? A BMW motorcycle? Several BMW motorcycles? Does the bodyguard gauge the importance of his principal in terms of the number of bodyguards he requires?
Should there not be other cars leading and following his principals car, these also filled with bodyguards? Are there sometimes such additional precautions, and does the bodyguard, at these times, feel himself part of an ocean of bodyguards? Is he exalted at these times?
Does he wish for even more bodyguards, possibly flanking cars to the right and left and a point car far, far ahead? After leaving technical school, in what sort of enterprises did the bodyguard engage before accepting his present post? Has he ever been in jail? For what sort of offense? Has the bodyguard acquired a fondness for his principal? Is there mutual respect? Is there mutual contempt? When his principal takes tea, is the bodyguard offered tea? Who pays? How much does pleasing matter?
What services does the bodyguard provide for his principal other than the primary one? Are there services he should not be asked to perform? Is he nevertheless asked from time to time to perform such services? Does he refuse? Can he refuse? Of what size? On what occasions? In the restaurant, a good table for his principal and the distinguished gray man with whom he is conferring.
Before it between the table with the two principals and the door , a table for the four bodyguards. What is the quality of the conversation between the two sets of bodyguards? What do they talk about? Soccer, perhaps, Holland vs. Peru, a match which they have all seen. Do they rehearse the savaging of the Dutch goalkeeper Piet Schrijvers by the bastard Peruvian? Do they discuss Schrijverss replacement by the brave Jan Jongbloed, and what happened next?
Has the bodyguard noted the difference in quality between his suit and that of his principal? Between his shoes and those of his principal? In every part of the country, large cities and small towns, bottles of champagne have been iced, put away, reserved for a celebration, reserved for a special day.
Is the bodyguard aware of this? Is the bodyguard tired of waking in his small room on the Calle Caspe, smoking a Royale Filtre, then getting out of bed and throwing wide the curtains to discover, again, eight people standing at the bus stop across the street in postures of depression? Is there a rosary made of apple beads hanging from a nail? Is there a mirror whose edges have begun to craze and flake, and are there small blurrish Polaroids stuck along the left edge of the mirror, Polaroids of a woman in a dark-blue scarf and two lean children in red pants?
Is there a pair of dark-blue trousers plus a long-sleeved white shirt worn once already hanging in the dark-brown wardrobe? Is there a color foldout of a naked young woman torn from the magazine VIR taped inside the wardrobe door? Is there a bottle of Long John Scotch atop the cheese-colored mini-refrigerator? Two-burner hotplate? Dull-green ceramic pot on the windowsill containing an unhealthy plant? Is he persuaded by what he reads there?
Does the bodyguard know which of the great blocs his country aligned itself with during the Second World War? During the First World War? Does the bodyguard know which countries are the preeminent trading partners of his own country, at the present time? Seated in a restaurant with his principal, the bodyguard is served, involuntarily, turtle soup.
Does he recoil, as the other eats? Why is this near-skeleton, his principal, of such importance to the world that he deserves six bodyguards, two to a shift with the shifts changing every eight hours, six bodyguards of the first competence plus supplemental on occasion, two armored cars, stun grenades ready to hand under the front seat? What has he meant to the world? What are his plans? Is the retirement age for bodyguards calculated as it is for other citizens?
Is it earlier, fifty-five, forty-five? Is there a pension? In what amount? Does the bodyguard pay heed to the complaints of his fellow bodyguards about the hours spent waiting outside this or that Ministry, this or that Headquarters, hours spent propped against the fenders of the Mercedes while their principal is within the secure walls? Is the thick glass of these specially prepared vehicles thick enough? Are his fellow bodyguards reliable?
Is the new one reliable? Is the bodyguard frightened by young women of good family? Young women of good family whose handbags contain God knows what? Does the bodyguard feel that the situation is unfair? Will the son of the bodyguard, living with his mother in a city far away, himself become a bodyguard? When the bodyguard delivers the son of his principal to the school where all of the children are delivered by bodyguards, does he stop at a grocers on the way and buy the child a peach?
Does he buy himself a peach? Will the bodyguard, if tested, be equal to his task? Does the bodyguard know that the general amnesty of April coincided with the rearrest of sixty persons? Does the bodyguard know that the new, liberalized press laws of May were a provocation? Does the bodyguard patronize a restaurant called the Crocodile? A place packed with young, loud, fat Communists?
Does he spill a drink, to disclose his spite? Is his gesture understood? Are the streets full of stilt-walkers? In the Mercedes, the bodyguard and his colleague stare at the hundreds, men and women, young and old, who move around the Mercedes, stopped for a light, as if it were a rock in a river. In the rear seat, the patron is speaking into a telephone. He looks up, puts down the telephone.
“Concerning the Bodyguard” — Donald Barthelme
Was the reader taken aback by his emotional response to Conversations With Friends? Why was the reader so taken aback? Especially given the first person point-of-view throughout? And was that because she is a twenty-one year old woman and he is a fifty-six year old man?
Concerning the Bodyguard
This story is told almost entirely in questions. What we learn is so indefinite that the possibilities remain menacingly open. And yet he remains a real and particular character: his job matters to him, his failure hurts him. On the podcast, Rushdie comments that he finds the occasional non-question sentences slightly disappointing, as though Barthelme was a little too cautious to commit to his form. I see his point but after listening a few times, I disagree. A single question tends to call attention to itself, but a long series of questions dulls the impact, much like a long series of exclamations or terse, pithy lines.
Notes on Conversations With Friends after Donald Barthelme’s Concerning The Bodyguard
In preparation for picking up my red pen, I just finished Self-Editing for Fiction Writers , by Renni Brown and Dave King, which is an excellent resource for those of us who have our first draft under our belts and are trying to make our manuscripts stronger. It is also a good read for those writers just getting going on their first draft, because it will give you some techniques to think about as you begin. I found the chapters on point of view, narrative distance, and dialogue particularly helpful. He hired a coach twice a week. The coach ran him ragged on the court and made micro-corrections to his form. In less than a month, my friend found his game falling apart, and after two months he complained to his coach.
Salman Rushdie reads Donald Barthelme
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