Nicholson Baker - House of Holes

Shandees sister gave her all her makeup because she was going off to Guatemala. That night Shandee spent about two hours trying on lipstick. Then, the next morning, she went to a quarry with her Geology 101 class. The quarry was called the Rock of Ages. It was vast and they dug granite there, mostly for tombstones. The tour guide was kind of cute although his hair wasnt good he was maybe twenty-seven. Pretty drastically cute, though, she thought. They were standing on the brink of a space that looked like something from another planet, and he said, Theres enough granite here to last us four thousand five hundred years. My gracious goodness, thought Shandee, thats a lot of tombstones. She turned away from the edge, and thats when she saw a hand poking out from behind a rock.

While the others listened to the tour guide, she went over to the hand. The hand was attached to its forearm, and there was a clean torn cloth wrapped around the end that would have been attached to the rest of his arm. There was no blood on the cloth. Shandee picked it up and felt it. It was warm; the fingers moved a little. The hand pointed urgently at her bag, so she stuffed it inside and went back to the group and listened to the rest of the tour.

When she got home she pulled the forearm out and laid it on her bed. It was strong, with sensitive fingers and a blue vein traveling up along the muscle on the underside. She lifted it and whispered, Arm, can you hear me?

In answer the arm caressed her cheek with two fingers. It had a gentle touch.

Shandee said, Are you comfortable? Do you need anything? The arm made a handwriting gesture. Shandee found a pen and handed it over. The hand wrote, Please unwrap the rag and feed me some mashed-up fish food in an electrolyte solution.

Where? Shandee asked.

Funnel it into the little hole with the green rim, the arm wrote. And then: Im glad you found me.

She unwrapped the towel and saw that the arm was capped with a sort of power pack made of black rubber. There looked to be a place for a battery and a place for waste to be discharged, and a place for nutrients to enter.

She had an intuition. Are you Italian?

Half Italian, half Welsh, the arm wrote. Im known as Daves arm.

Well, Daves arm, Im very pleased to meet you. They shook. Then she noticed the clock. Oh dear. Can you sit tight here for an hour? she said. I promised someone Id go to his party and I cant bear to hurt his feelings.

Daves arm scribbled something rapidly. Sure, but let me put on the lipstick for you, he wrote.

Okay, you can try. Shandee grasped the arm firmly and held him so that his hand was in front of her mouth. He touched all the way around her lips, feeling the exact shape, and then, with very fine almost vibrating movements, he applied the lipstick. It was extremely red, a color called Terranova.

Good job, said Shandee. Youre good. And this color is great. Her lips looked really luscious. Thank you, Daves arm.

He made a little nod with his hand and then, lifting the pen, reminded her that he needed to have some of the fish-food mash and to be relieved of his chemical wastes. She took him to the toilet and popped open a little vent on his cap. A tiny trickle of gray water dripped out. Then she fed him some fish-food gruel, and he seemed quite revived. He asked her to place him on the windowsill, because he had a solar panel for energy. She did, and then she went to the party and danced and had a wonderful time, but she came home early because she felt she had a new friend that she had to take care of.

When she got back her roommate Rianne was there. Riannes lips were very red shed been sampling the new lipsticks, probably and she was holding on to Daves arm. The hand end was in her shirt, obviously doing something tender with one of her breasts. Rianne hurriedly drew him out. There was a pad of paper with lots of hasty writing scrawled on it next to where she was lounging on her bed.

So, youve discovered my arm, Shandee said, with an edge.

Rianne nodded. He has a lovely touch.

That he does, Shandee agreed.

Rianne said that shed found out quite a bit about the arm and where it came from. It belongs to someone named Dave, she said.

I knew that, Shandee snapped.

He went to a place called the House of Holes. There Dave had requested a larger thicker penis. Apparently you can do that. But at a price. The director, this woman named Lila, said to him: Would you be willing to give your right arm for a larger penis? Dave said no at first, because his right arm was necessary for his work. But Lila said that it was only temporary only till someone found the arm and took it back and stuck it on him. Dave said, Oh, if its temporary, sure. So he underwent a voluntary amputation right near the elbow, and his arm had the self-contained life-support pack grafted on.

You sure did find out a lot, said Shandee.

I must say his touch is extremely sensitive, Rianne went on. She threw herself back on the bed and laid the arm on her chest.

Shandee watched the hand push aside the sides of Riannes shirt and find her breast again.

Hmm, Shandee said. I dont know about this. I found him, not you. She felt finger-snappings of jealousy.

Riannes lips parted. Oh my gosh, his fingers know what to do, she said, flushing. The hand was gently rolling her nipple like a tender round pea. And then it surrounded her whole breast and shook it once. After that it turned and began crawling over her belly toward her pajama pants.

Are you just going to let that happen? Shandee said, riveted.

Um, yes, she said. Could you dim the light?

Shandee turned off the overhead light and watched the arm undo the knot of Riannes pajama bottoms. It disappeared. Rianne went Shooooo.

Shandee turned away. Hes found it, Rianne said, and, boy, hes got the touch of a master. Then her voice changed and she said, Oh my god, two fingers. Haw. Haw. Shandee glanced at her. Riannes knees had fallen apart and her eyes were slitted closed. He seems to want to make me come, oh god, oh shit. Then: Ham, ham, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, ham, ham, HAW!

She lay still and held up the arm. He made an O with his fingers, which glittered with her sex juices.

You want me to go with you? Rianne said. Okay, Ill go. Bye, Shandee, Im going! With that, her face and body began to blur, and she swooshed into a long thin shape that went through the finger-O of Daves hand.

She was gone. The hand lay on the bed. It began crawling toward Shandee. It reached her thigh.

Shandee handed it a pen and folded back the yellow pad to give it a fresh page. Where did my roommate go off to? she asked.

The House of Holes, the arm wrote. Would you like to come, too?

Maybe, said Shandee. How?

If you let me touch you, he wrote.

Touch where? said Shandee.

Where it aches.

It aches in my head, she said. Never enough sleep.

Let me help, the arm scrawled.

She held it, and the hand surged through her hair, and when she steered it around to the back of her neck it massaged the stiffness away.

His fingers were mobile and trembly now. She gave him back the pen. Isnt there another place that aches? he wrote.

Yes, she said, there is.

He wrote: TWAT?

Mhm, Shandee said. But I really dont think I can let you do that until I know you better. You need to be more than an arm to me.

Take me to class tomorrow, he wrote.

The next morning she fed him some fish paste and drained his waste and wrapped the cloth around his life-support addendum and put him in her bag. In the middle of her nineteenth-century novel class she felt his fingers very gently brushing her calf. She reached down and held his hand and loved how it felt.