Barbara Kingsolver - Pigs in Heaven
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A Novel
for Camille
Queen of Nothing
A Mean Eye
The True Stories
Lucky Buster Lives
The Secret of TV
Thieves of Children
A World of Free Breakfast
A More Perfect Union
The Pigs in Heaven
The Horses
Someone the Size of God
The Twilight Zone of Humanity
The Church of Risk and Hope
Fiat
Communion
Marooned
Treasure
Natural Systems
Chewing Bones
The War of the Birds and Bees
Skid Road
Welcome to Heaven
Secret Business
Wildlife Management
Picking
Old Flame
Family Stories
Surrender Dorothy
The Secret of Creation
Six Pigs and One Mother
Hen Apples
The Snake Ukten
The Gambling Agenda
W OMEN ON THEIR OWN RUN in Alices family. This dawns on her with the unkindness of a heart attack and she sits up in bed to get a closer look at her thoughts, which have collected above her in the dark.
Its early morning, April, windless, unreasonably hot even at this sun-forsaken hour. Alice is sixty-one. Her husband, Harland, is sleeping like a brick and snoring. To all appearances theyre a satisfied couple sliding home free into their golden years, but Alice knows thats not how its going to go. She married him two years ago for love, or so she thought, and hes a good enough man but a devotee of household silence. His idea of marriage is to spray WD-40 on anything that squeaks. Even on the nights when he turns over and holds her, Harland has no words for Alicenothing to contradict all the years she lay alone, feeling the cold seep through her like cave air, turning her breasts to limestone from the inside out. This marriage has failed to warm her. The quiet only subsides when Harland sleeps and his tonsils make up for lost time. She cant stand the sight of him there on his back, driving his hogs to market. Shes about to let herself out the door.
She leaves the bed quietly and switches on the lamp in the living room, where his Naugahyde recliner confronts her, smug as a catchers mitt, with a long, deep impression of Harland running down its center. On weekends he watches cable TV with perfect vigilance, as if hes afraid hell miss the end of the worldthough he doesnt bother with CNN, which, if the world did end, is where the taped footage would run. Harland prefers the Home Shopping Channel because he can follow it with the sound turned off.
She has an edgy sense of being watched because of his collection of antique headlights, which stare from the china cabinet. Harland runs El-Jays Paint and Body and his junk is taking over her house. She hardly has the energy to claim it back. Old people might marry gracefully once in a while, but their houses rarely do. She snaps on the light in the kitchen and shades her eyes against the bright light and all those ready appliances.
Her impulse is to call Taylor, her daughter. Taylor is taller than Alice now and pretty and living far away, in Tucson. Alice wants to warn her that a defect runs in the family, like flat feet or diabetes: theyre all in danger of ending up alone by their own stubborn choice. The ugly kitchen clock says four-fifteen. No time-zone differences could make that into a reasonable hour in Tucson; Taylor would answer with her heart pounding, wanting to know whod dropped dead. Alice rubs the back of her head, where her cropped gray hair lies flat in several wrong directions, prickly with sweat and sleeplessness. The cluttered kitchen irritates her. The Formica countertop is patterned with pink and black loops like rubber bands lying against each other, getting on her nerves, all cocked and ready to spring like hail across the kitchen. Alice wonders if other women in the middle of the night have begun to resent their Formica. She stares hard at the telephone on the counter, wishing it would ring. She needs some proof that she isnt the last woman left on earth, the surviving queen of nothing. The clock gulps softly, eating seconds whole while she waits; she receives no proof.
She stands on a chair and rummages in the cupboard over the refrigerator for a bottle of Jim Beam thats been in the house since before she married Harland. There are Mason jars up there she ought to get rid of. In her time Alice has canned tomatoes enough for a hundred bomb shelters, but now she couldnt care less, nobody does. If they drop the bomb now, the world will end without the benefit of tomato aspic. She climbs down and pours half an inch of Jim Beam into a Bengals mug that came free with a tank of gas. Alice would just as soon get her teeth cleaned as watch the Bengals. Thats the price of staying around when your hearts not in it, she thinks. You get to be cheerleader for a sport you never chose. She unlatches the screen door and steps barefoot onto the porch.
The sky is a perfect black. A leftover smile of moon hides in the bottom branches of the sugar maple, teasing her to smile back. The air isnt any cooler outside the house, but being outdoors in her sheer nightgown arouses Alice with the possibility of freedom. She could walk away from this house carrying nothing. How those glass eyeballs in the china cabinet would blink, to see her go. She leans back in the porch swing, missing the squeak of its chains that once sang her baby to sleep, but which have been oppressed into silence now by Harlands WD-40. Putting her nose deep into the mug of bourbon, she draws in sweet, caustic fumes, just as she used to inhale tobacco smoke until Taylor made her quit.
She raised a daughter in this house and planted all the flowers in the yard, but thats nothing to hold her here. Flowers you can get tired of. In the record heat of this particular Kentucky spring the peonies have blown open their globes a month ahead of Memorial Day. Their face-powder scent reminds her of old women she knew in childhood, and the graveyard. She stops swinging a minute to listen: a huffling sound is coming from the garden. Hester Biddles pigs. Hester lives a short walk down the road and has taken up raising Vietnamese miniature potbellied pigs for a new lease on life after her stroke. She claims theyre worth two thousand per pig, but Alice cant imagine on what market. Theyre ugly as sin and run away for a hobby, to root in Alices peony beds. Go on home, Alice says in a persuasive voice. The pigs look up.
I mean it, she says, rising from the porch swing, her hands on her hips. Im not above turning you all into bacon.
In the dim light from the kitchen their eyes glow red. Pigs are turning out to be the family curse: Alices mother, a tall, fierce woman named Minerva Stamper, ran a hog farm alone for fifty years. Alice picks up an empty flowerpot from the porch step and throws it at the pigs. The darkness absorbs it. She throws a dirt clod and a pair of pruning shears, which also vanish. Then a medium-sized aluminum bowl. Harland ordered the Cornucopia Of Bowls from the shopping channel for their wedding anniversary, so now their home has a bowl for every purpose. She picks up another one and gives it a fling. Shell have to pick them up in the morning, in front of God and the Biddles, but she wants those pigs out of her life. She finds a galvanized watering can and lifts herself on the balls of her feet, testing her calves. Alice is in good shape, despite her age; when she concentrates she can still find all her muscles from the inside. When her first husband left her the house fell apart but she and her daughter held up well, she thinks, everything considered.
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