The Uncommon Reader
At Windsor it was the evening of the state banquet and as the president of France took his place beside Her Majesty, the royal family formed up behind and the procession slowly moved off and through into the Waterloo Chamber.
Now that I have you to myself, said the Queen, smiling to left and right as they glided through the glittering throng, Ive been longing to ask you about the writer Jean Genet.
Ah, said the president. Oui.
The Marseillaise and the national anthem made for a pause in the proceedings, but when they had taken their seats Her Majesty turned to the president and resumed.
Homosexual and jailbird, was he nevertheless as bad as he was painted? Or, more to the point, and she took up her soup spoon, was he as good?
Unbriefed on the subject of the glabrous playwright and novelist, the president looked wildly about for his minister of culture. But she was being addressed by the Archbishop of Can-terbury.
Jean Genet, said the Queen again, helpfully. Vous le connaissez?
Bien sûr, said the president.
Il mintéresse, said the Queen.
Vraiment? The president put down his spoon. It was going to be a long evening.
It was the dogs fault. They were snobs and ordinarily, having been in the garden, would have gone up the front steps, where a footman generally opened them the door.
Today, though, for some reason they careered along the terrace, barking their heads off, and scampered down the steps again and round the end along the side of the house, where she could hear them yapping at something in one of the yards.
It was the City of Westminster travelling library, a large removal-like van parked next to the bins outside one of the kitchen doors. This wasnt a part of the palace she saw much of, and she had certainly never seen the library parked there before, nor presumably had the dogs, hence the din, so having failed in her attempt to calm them down she went up the little steps of the van in order to apologise.
The driver was sitting with his back to her, sticking a label on a book, the only seeming borrower a thin ginger-haired boy in white overalls crouched in the aisle reading. Neither of them took any notice of the new arrival, so she coughed and said, Im sorry about this awful racket, where-upon the driver got up so suddenly he banged his head on the Reference section and the boy in the aisle scrambled to his feet and upset Photography & Fashion.
She put her head out of the door. Shut up this minute, you silly creatures, which, as had been the moves intention, gave the driver/librarian time to compose himself and the boy to pick up the books.
One has never seen you here before, Mr . . .
Hutchings, Your Majesty. Every Wednesday, maam.
Really? I never knew that. Have you come far?
Only from Westminster, maam.
And you are . . . ?
Norman, maam. Seakins.
And where do you work?
In the kitchens, maam.
Oh. Do you have much time for reading?
Not really, maam.
Im the same. Though now that one is here I suppose one ought to borrow a book.
Mr Hutchings smiled helpfully.
Is there anything you would recommend?
What does Your Majesty like?
The Queen hesitated, because to tell the truth she wasnt sure. Shed never taken much interest in reading. She read, of course, as one did, but liking books was something she left to other people. It was a hobby and it was in the nature of her job that she didnt have hobbies. Jogging, growing roses, chess or rock climbing, cake decoration, model aeroplanes. No. Hobbies involved preferences and preferences had to be avoided; preferences excluded people. One had no preferences. Her job was to take an interest, not to be interested herself. And besides, reading wasnt doing. She was a doer. So she gazed round the book-lined van and played for time. Is one allowed to borrow a book? One doesnt have a ticket?
Excerpted from The Uncommon Reader by Forelake Ltd. Copyright © 2007 by Forelake Ltd. Published in September 2007 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. All rights reserved.
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