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Utopia Avenue

by David Mitchell

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Utopia Avenue by David Mitchell
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Abandon Hope

Dean hurries past the phoenix theatre, dodges a blind man in dark glasses, steps onto Charing Cross Road to overtake a slow-­moving woman and pram, leaps a grimy puddle, and swerves into Denmark Street where he skids on a sheet of black ice. His feet fly up. He's in the air long enough to see the gutter and sky swap places and to think, This'll bloody hurt, before the pavement slams his ribs, kneecap, and ankle. It bloody hurts. Nobody stops to help him up. Bloody London. A bewhiskered stockbroker type in a bowler hat smirks at the long-­haired lout's misfortune and is gone. Dean gets to his feet, gingerly, ignoring the throbs of pain, praying that nothing's broken. Mr. Craxi doesn't do sick pay. His wrists and hands are working, at least. The money. He checks that his bankbook with its precious cargo of ten five-­pound notes is safe in his coat pocket. All's well. He hobbles along. He recognizes Rick "One Take" Wakeman in the window of the Gioconda café across the street. Dean wishes he could join Rick for a cuppa, a smoke, and a chat about session work, but Friday morning is rent-­paying morning, and Mrs. Nevitt is waiting in her parlor like a giant spider. Dean's cutting it fine this week, even by his standards. Ray's bank order only arrived yesterday, and the queue to cash it just now took forty minutes, so he pushes on, past Lynch & Lupton's Music Publishers, where Mr. Lynch told Dean all his songs were shit, except the few that were drivel. Past Alf Cummings Music Management, where Alf Cummings put his podgy hand on Dean's inner thigh and murmured, "We both know what I can do for you, you beautiful bastard; the question is, What will you do for me?," and past Fungus Hut Studios, where Dean was due to record a demo with Battleship Potemkin before the band booted him out.

"HELP, please, I'm—­" A red-­faced man grabs Dean's collar and grunts, "I'm—­" He doubles over in agony. "It's killing me."

"All right mate, sit down on the step here. Where's it hurt?"

Spit dribbles from the man's twisted mouth. "Chest."

"'S okay, we'll, uh. get yer help." He looks around, but people rush by with collars up, caps down, and eyes averted.

The man whimpers and leans into Dean. "Aaa-­aaaggh."

"Mate, I think yer need an ambulance, so—­"

"What seems to be the problem?" The new arrival is Dean's age, has short hair and a sensible duffel coat. He loosens the collapsed man's tie and peers into his eyes. "I say, my name's Hopkins. I'm a doctor. Nod if you understand me, sir."

The man grimaces, gasps, and manages to nod, once.

"Good." Hopkins turns to Dean. "Is the gentleman your father?"

"Nah, I never seen him till now. His chest hurts, he said."

"Chest, is it?" Hopkins removes a glove and presses his hand against a vein in the man's neck. "Highly arrhythmic. Sir? I believe you're having a heart attack."

The man's eyes widen; fresh pain scrunches them up.

"The café's got a phone," says Dean. "I'll call nine-­nine-­nine."

"It'll never arrive in time," says Hopkins. "The traffic's blue bloody murder on Charing Cross Road, do you happen to know Frith Street?"

"Yeah, I do—­and there's a clinic, up by Soho Square."

"Exactly. Run there as fast as you can, tell them a chap's having a heart attack outside the tobacconist on Denmark Street and that Dr. Hopkins needs a stretcher team, pronto. Got all that?"

Hopkins, Denmark Street, stretcher. "Got it."

"Good man. I'll stay here to administer first aid. Now run like the bloody clappers. This poor devil's depending on you."

Dean jogs across Charing Cross Road, into Manette Street, past Foyles bookshop, and through the short alley under the Pillars of Hercules pub. His body has forgotten the pain of his fall just now. He passes dustmen tipping bins into a rubbish van on Greek Street, pounds up the middle of the road to Soho Square, where he scares a pool of pigeons into flight, nearly loses his footing a second time as he turns the corner onto Frith Street, and bounds up the steps of the clinic and into a reception area where a porter is reading the Daily Mirror. donald campbell dead, declares the front page. Dean gasps out his message: "Dr. Hopkins sent me. a heart attack on Denmark Street. needs a stretcher team, on the double."

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