The campus was dead. A vacant compound hidden from the road by darkness and hulking pines. The gravel parking lot was empty, but I made Garth park in the spot that said: presidentviolators will be towed on principle. When you get denied tenure at a college like thisintimate, good but not greatyour career is over. A decade of job preparation, and no one else will hire you. If you havent published enough, people assume tenure denial means you never will. If you have published and were still denied, people assume youre an asshole. Nobody wants to give a job for life to an asshole. And they didnt have to in this economy. Outside of a miracle, after denial I would be lucky to scrounge up adjunct teaching at a community college somewhere cold, barren, and far from the ocean. A life of little health insurance, bill collector calls, and classrooms with metal detectors, all compliments of this college president, Mr. Bowtie. The least I could do was shit in his space for an hour.
We trudged. The building looked like an old church that had lost its faith, every step up the stairs a sacrilege. Garth huffed, but followed. Id chosen an office in the back of the top floor to dissuade students, but my lectures had done a better job of this. My office was a narrow A-framed cathedral with a matching window. A shrine to the books that lined the walls and my own solitude.
Bro, Im not going to lie to you. I got a lot of books in here, I said, letting him in first.
You do? Garth asked me. Because I didnt.
It was empty. I should have been greeted with the hundreds of colored spines of literary loves, but there was nothing. My books were gone. My office had been cleared out. Everything was gone: my pictures, my lamp, my Persian rug, everything not school property or nailed down, gone. A chasm of vacant whitewashed bookshelves opened up before me.
I was breathless. Garth was out of breath, but for him, it was just all the stairs.
They took my shit, man. They took my shit, I kept repeating. I walked over to the desk and pulled out all the drawers. There were some chewed yellow pencils left, and a few folded Post-its and bent paper clips, but thats not what I was looking for. I kept searching, desperate, sliding pencils and papers around, looking for more.
Damn, dog. You didnt have no porn in there, did you? Garth already had his Little Debbie out and was chewing on it like it was his reward for making it up three floors of nineteenth-century stairs.
Just a picture, I told him.
A picture of what?
Angela, I admitted.
Worse, Garth said, head wagging.
I slammed the drawer shut, and it was loud. And I liked that sound, a moment of violence, but this time coming from me. So then I started banging on the empty shelves with my fists, and they vibrated. You could hear the echo in the room, then bouncing off into the empty building beyond us until Garth closed the door.
Thats wrong, man. Disrespectful. Forget them, jobs over. Thats life, what you going to do?
I was going to show up at the presidents house and kick his ass, it occurred to me. This act suddenly seemed like the only thing worth running away to Detroit for. I didnt tell Garth this, because he would have stopped me. He was big enough to fill up the door. He was even bigger since hed been laid off. I remembered when this man was skinny, ran track. Ran it poorly, but still. It was depressing looking at every extra pound on him, each a reminder that we were both moving swiftly into decline with little else as accomplishment.
Wait in the car, man. I just have to check my mail, I told him. Garth did it. Im a bad liar, but he was tired and it was really cold outside, and brothers dont like the cold.* It was late spring, but it had been raining for a week and upstate New York was frigid in a way which was more gothic and empiric than the Philly chill wed grown up with.
Excerpted from Pym by Mat Johnson. Copyright © 2011 by Mat Johnson. Excerpted by permission of Spiegel & Grau. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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