Shirley Hazzard - People in Glass Houses

Shirley Hazzard

People in Glass Houses

Copyright Shirley Hazzard, 1964, 1966, 1967 All rights reserved The characters in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons is coincidental.

The contents of this book appeared in slightly different form in The New Yorker.

Hazzard, Shirley, 1931

People in glass houses. (King Penguin)

Reprint. Originally published: Melbourne: Macmillan of Australia, 1967.

ISBN 0140104526

For William Maxwell and Alan Maclean,

and in memory of Blanche W. Knopf

Contents

... and in such cases

Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,

Though great ones are their object.

O THELLO , Act iii , Scene iv

1. Nothing in Excess

'The aim of the Organization,' Mr Bekkus dictated, leaning back in his chair and casting up his eyes to the perforations of the sound-proof ceiling; 'The aim of the Organization,' he repeated with emphasis, as though he were directing a firing-squadand then, 'the long-range aim,' narrowing his eyes to this more distant target, 'is to fully utilize the resources of the staff and hopefully by the end of the fiscal year to have laid stress-'

Mr Bekkus frequently misused the word 'hopefully'. He also made a point of saying 'locate' instead of 'find', 'utilize' instead of 'use', and never lost an opportunity to indicate or communicate; and would slip in a 'basically' when he felt unsure of his ground.

'to have laid greater stress upon the capacities of certain members of the staff at present in junior positions. Since this bears heavily'Mr Bekkus now leant forward and rested his elbows firmly on his frayed blue blotter'on the nature of our future work force, attention is drawn to the Director- General's directive set out in (give the document symbol here, Germaine), asking that Personnel Officers communicate the names of staff members havingwhat was the wording there?' He reached for a mimeographed paper in his tray.

'Imagination,' Germaine supplied.

'imagination and abilities which could be utilized in more responsible posts.' Mr Bekkus stopped again. 'Where's Swoboda?'

'He went to deposit your pay-cheque, Mr Bekkus.'

'Well, when he comes in tell him I need the figures he's been preparing. Better leave a space at the end, then, for numbers of vacant posts. New paragraph. Candidates should be recommended solely on the basis of outstanding personal attributes, bearing in mind the basic qualifications of an international civil servant as set forth in Part II (that's roman, Germaine) of the Staff Regulations with due regard to education, years of service, age, and administrative ability. Read that back.... All right. We'll set up the breakdown when Swoboda comes across with the figures. Just bang that out, thencopies all round.' Mr Bekkus was always saying 'Bang this out' or 'Dash that off' in a way that somehow minimized Germaine's role and suggested that her job was not only unexacting but even jolly.

'Yes, Mr Bekkus.' Germaine had closed her book and was searching for her extra pencil among the papers on the desk.

'You see how it is, Germaine,' said Mr Bekkus, again leaning back in the tiny office as if he owned it all. 'The Director-General is loosening things up, wants people who have ideas, individuality, not the run-of-the-mill civil servants we've been getting round here.' His gesture was apparently directed towards the outer office, which Germaine shared with Swoboda, the clerk. 'Not just people who fit in with the requirements. And he's prepared to relax the requirements in order to get them.'

Germaine wrinkled her forehead. 'But you did say.' She turned up her notes again.

'What did I say?' asked Mr Bekkus, turning faintly hostile.

'Here. Where it says about due regard.'

'Ahthe necessary qualifications. My dear girl, we have to talk in terms of suitable candidates. You can't take on just anybody. You wouldn't suggest that we promote people merely to be kind to them?' Since Germaine looked for a moment as if she might conceivably make such a suggestion, he added belligerently, 'Would you?'

'Ohno.' And, having found her pencil under the Daily List of Official Documents, she added,'Here it is.'

'Why, these are the elementary qualifications in any organization today.' Holding up one hand, he enumerated them on his outstretched fingers. 'University education'Mr Bekkus would have been the last to minimize the importance of this in view of the years it had taken him to wrest his own degree in business administration from a reluctant provincial college. 'Administrative ability. Output. Responsibility. And leadership potential.' Having come to the end of his fingers, he appeared to dismiss the possibility of additional requirements; he had in some way contrived to make them all sound like the same thing.

'I'll leave a blank then,' said Germaine. 'At the end of the page.' She tucked her pencil in the flap of her book and left the room.

Stupid little thing, Mr Bekkus thought indulgentlyeven, perhaps, companionably. Germaine at any rate need not disturb herself about the new directive: she was lucky to be in the Organization at all. This was the way Mr Bekkus felt about any number of his colleagues.

'Yes, come in, Swoboda. Good. Sit down, will you, and we'll go over these. I've drafted a memo for the Section Chief to sign.'

Swoboda pulled up a chair to the corner of the desk. Swoboda was in his late thirties, slender, Slavic, with a nervous manner but quiet eyes and still hands. Having emerged from Europe after the war as a displaced person, Swoboda had no national standing and had been hired as a clerk by the Organization in its earliest days. As a local recruit he had a lower salary, fewer privileges, and a less interesting occupation than the internationally recruited members of the staff, but in 1947 he had counted himself fortunate to get a job at all. This sense of good fortune had sustained him for some time; it is possible, however, that after more than twenty years at approximately the same rank it was at last beginning to desert him.

Bekkus wanted to be fair. Swoboda made him uneasy, but Bekkus would have admitted that Swoboda could turn in good work under proper supervision. Mr Bekkus flattered himself (as he correctly expressed it) that he had supervised Swoboda pretty thoroughly during the time he had had him in his officehad organized him, in fact, for the maximum potential. Still, Swoboda made him uneasy, for there was something withdrawn about him, something that could not be brought out under proper supervision or even at the Christmas party. Bekkus would have said that Swoboda did not fully communicate.

But Bekkus wanted to be fair. Swoboda was a conscientious staff member, and the calculations he now laid on the corner of the desk represented a great deal of disagreeable workwork which Bekkus freely, though silently, admitted he would not have cared to do himself.

Bekkus lifted the first page. 'All right. And did you break down the turn-over?'

'Here, sir. The number of posts vacated each year in various grades.'

Bekkus glanced down a list headed Resignations and Retirement. 'Good God, is that all? Is this the total? How can we fit new people in if hardly anyone leaves?'

'You're looking at the sub-total. If you'll allow me.' Swoboda turned the page to another heading: Deaths and Dismissals.

'That's more like it,' said Bekkus with relief. 'This means that we can move about fifty people up each year from the Subsidiary into the Specialized grades.' (The staff was divided into these two categories, and there had been little advancement from the Subsidiary to the Specialized. Those few who had in fact managed to get promoted from the lower category were viewed by their new colleagues much as an emancipated slave must have been regarded in ancient Rome by those born free.)