Morag Joss - Among the Missing
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ALSO BY MORAG JOSS
Puccinis Ghosts
Half Broken Things
Fruitful Bodies
Fearful Symmetry
Funeral Music
The Night Following
Among the Missing is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2011 by Morag Joss
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States by Delacorte Press, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
D ELACORTE P RESS is a registered trademark of Random House, Inc., and the colophon is a trademark of Random House, Inc.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Joss, Morag.
Among the missing: a novel/Morag Joss.
p. cm.
eISBN: 978-0-440-42346-1
1. Triangles (interpersonal relations)Fiction. 2. Pregnant womenFiction. 3. ImmigrantsFiction. 4. Ex-convictsFiction. 5. Missing personsFiction. 6. Loss (Psychology)Fiction. 7. Identity (Psychology)Fiction. 8. ScotlandFiction. 9. Psychological fiction. I. Title.
PR6060.O77A86 2011
823.92dc22
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www.bantamdell.com
Jacket design: Marietta Anastassatos
Jacket photograph: Ingo Jezierski/Getty Images
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For the ones who are still missing
Thousands of people are reported missing each year, yet very little is understood about who they are, why they disappear and what happens to them. It is known that most people go missing intentionally, to escape family or other problems. Adults most at risk of going missing are those going through a crisis or a difficult transition.
The likelihood of missing adults being traced and possibly reunited with their loved ones decreases over time. Among those who are ever found alive, only one in five returns.
Nina Biehal, Fiona Mitchell, and Jim Wade,
Lost from View: Missing Persons in the UK
(Bristol: Policy Press, 2003),
research undertaken by the University of York in partnership
with the National Missing Persons Helpline
When Ron was first released, he discovered that prison had made him observant, as if hed been reminded there, by its sudden absence, of the worlds surfeit of objects, its gross overabundance of things to look at. Not beautiful things. It wasnt a case of seeing the worlds wonders anew or anything like that; rather, it was the opposite. Observation didnt sharpen his faculties, it stupefied them. He was dazed by the quantity and variety, the massive, compacted volume of it all; he noticed everything but had no idea what was worth his notice. Peoples faces and brick walls, town gutters and plowed fields, church towers and shop fronts, all claimed his attention equally. He couldnt discriminate, nor could he locate in himself a particular attitude to any of it beyond disorientation, sometimes mild alarm. He surveyed the burgeoning, seething material of other peoples lives and very little moved him.
After a while, his alarm grew. He began to think there must be some invisible force at work in the world, some unstoppable law of accretion that filled up every surface and corner with streets, office blocks, rivers, factories, houses. Only he seemed to see it, this chaotic, impossible density, all this hoarding and flowing over; was nobody else concerned? If it went on like this, someday the whole planet would clog up and there would not be enough room in the sky for all the crisscrossing exhaust trails of planes, or on the sea for the countless interweaving, frothy wakes of ships. Swirling lines of traffic would spill off the teeming highways. Already there was no such thing as an unfilled space; it was impossible to see nothing. However deserted or arbitrarily spacious, every inch of the world was a place taken up and touched in some way, claimed for one purpose or another, even if it was, as he found in Scotland, to be left bare so that people could see it empty. But there was no true emptiness, no real nothingness, no desert stillness, a phrase that came into his mind and he now wished were more than a phrase. Everywherecrowded and disorderly, or deliberately pristinewas somewhere, laden with the paraphernalia and expectation of some human design, and in not one of these places was his presence relevant. He tried not to think about it. He tried not to panic, and to concentrate instead on tiny things, one at a time.
He practiced on people. In cafs and checkout queues he would study them, and take in only physical details: the curve of an ear, a ridged fingernail, the asymmetric lift of one eyebrow. Every feature was odd in some way, once he focused on it, not that this disappointed him at all, for he was not looking for perfection or hoping to find a special value in the unique. He simply noticed and remembered. He filed every detail in his mind disjointedly and without cross-reference, each alone for its isolated, particular, frangible self. He welcomed this dullness of perception in himself, for it would have been unbearable to dwell on anything more than how precious and how breakable were these vulnerable, separate, flawed parts of other peoples bodies. Sometimes he knew he was staring at a stranger too hard and should apologize, but he didnt know what to be sorry for. For not knowing how his own mind worked? For not being sure he bore more than a trivial surface resemblance to other human beings anymore?
He would have liked someone to tell it all to. He called his sister. She told him it would be fine for him to come for a few days if it was up to her, but Derek wasnt ready to see him.
Listen, Ron, he accepts it was an accident, she said. So do I. But hes just not ready, you know?
Ron did know, but he said nothing.
I mean, Ron, criminal negligence is, well, what it says. You know?
I know, he said.
And as Derek says, six children died. Plus the pregnant woman. Give us a few months.
Ive been in prison over five years.
And then he says, it just makes us look at our two and think, you know? Anyway, the extensions not finished.
He left her another couple of messages. Then she sent him a big check with a note saying she trusted the enclosed would help him make a fresh start somewhere new. Shed be in touch, she wrote.
He called his former neighbor Jeff and thanked him for the card. It had meant a lot, he said, on his first Christmas in prison.
Thatd be Lynne, Jeff said. She sends cards to everybody.
He left the words even you unspoken, but Ron heard them nonetheless.
Hows Kathy? Has Lynne seen her?
Jeff hesitated. Theyre in touch, yeah. Doing better. Knocks you sideways, divorce, never mind everything else shes had to contend with.
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