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- Herausgeber: Olympia Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
A stunning work, first published in 1933 by Obelisk Press (Jack Kahane's legacy), The Young and the Evil is a non-judgemental depiction of gay life and men who earn their living there, told through characters like Julian (modeled on Ford) and Karel (based on Tyler). With the added interracial connotations (book was set in Harlem and Greenwich), err, anyone surprised that this title didn't clear customs across the Channel or the Pond? Girodias later republished this work as part of the Traveller's Companion series. Authors such as Djuna Barnes and Gertrude Stein praised it unflinchingly.
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THE YOUNG AND THE EVIL
Charles Henri Ford and Parker Tyler
This page copyright © 2004 Olympia Press.
CHAPTER ONE: WELL SAID THE WOLF
WELL said the wolf to Little Red Riding Hood no sooner was Karel seated in the Round Table than the impossible happened. There before him stood a fairy prince and one of those mythological creatures known as Lesbians. Won't you join our table? they said in sweet chorus.
When he went over with them he saw the most delightful little tea-pot and a lot of smiling happy faces.
A little girl with hair over one ear got up close and said I hope you won't be offended but why don't you dress in girls' clothes?
The Lesbian said yes your face is so exquisite we thought you were a Lesbian in drag when we first saw you and for two long hours they insisted that he would do better for himself as a girl.
He must have fallen asleep for he awoke with a start and saw a nice fat old bullfrog beckoning to him. He went over to see what he wanted and he had a fresh cup of tea to offer Karel. Now you must recite that poem Dreams Die Downward that you recited at my table last time he said and what should Karel find himself doing but repeating an old nursery rhyme he learned as a child.
Then the naiads cooed with joy but at this moment he became aware that his Brooklyn Soso Flower was present with a girl and looking wistfully at him. All at once he heard a shout: Hurrah! Let's go for a boatride and the voices of the little boys and girls rang so enchantingly on the morning air that he was compelled to join them and saying good-bye hurriedly to all he left.
When they had enjoyed a splendid ride they landed at the Doll's House which is a quaint place and as he was wondering when the dreadful babble was going to end (since no one had any tea) who should walk in but Karel's nice old bullfrog himself followed by the naiads and a satyr and they signalled to Karel to come over. Almost the satyr's first words were how much do you want for a copy of that poem and Karel said he guessed two dollars and so he wrote it out. The satyr handed him two dollars which Karel folded carefully and stuck inside his bodice (when no one was looking of course) and eventually some of the party began to leave. Karel made preparations to depart likewise and waited a little while to decide what to do with such a nice afternoon and some men friends coming there he thought he might as well go back to the Round Table and being about to leave the fairy prince who had a watchful guardian (it may have been his elder brother) said to Karel privately we're staying at the Pennsylvania until Tuesday—do come up which almost made Karel blush. He was afraid he had drunk too much tea.
But good-bye he called and hopped off in a lovely little speedboat for the Round Table. When he got there whom should he catch sight of but a couple of old friends and one whom Karel's mother had always told him not to associate with because he was a 'sissy* asked him out to a private tea-party and Karel said yes thank you hardly knowing what he did.
But Soso Flower was beside him and even when Harold came up and began calling Karel names for not coming to see him when he has no telephone Karel kept back the tears because he thought of mother and suddenly the Big Black Bear who owned the cafeteria roared that it was closing and Karel thought that Harold almost had words with someone and Karel completely forgot about his promise to go on the private tea-party. He made his way as best he could through the jostling crowd followed by Harold and Soso Flower.
When the good fresh late afternoon air—the sun was a great red ball—hit them some horrid ogre accosted Karel frightening him out of his wits and without more ado about a questionable place of entertainment Karel gathered his hips and fled with his companions to a haven—a private home—where they ate sandwiches and drank coffee instead of tea.
CHAPTER TWO: JULIAN AND KAREL
JULIAN raised his big blue eyes from the telephone directory on the slanting shelf outside the booth on pier 36 and saw a slightly orange face containing eyes with holes in them. He had descended the gangplank of the ship from New Orleans to New York behind a Canadian that limped.
He knew that this was Karel. For one thing he expected eyelashes made up with mascara. Oh he said hello and put his hand in Karel's hand.
Karel was like a tall curved building only much smaller. He was wearing a dark green, the color of the rings around the holes, hat with an upward sweep on the left side. His overcoat seemed to fit him desperately.
Julian had shorter hair and lush expectancy. I must get my bag he said. Good-bye Mr. Canadian I hope your limp will soon disappear, no I don't want to meet your sister. When he came back to Karel they walking made so many twin posts to Eleventh Street. They went past the goal of each lamp and the shapes of men which were half-endured.
You were behind time Karel said.
Yes Julian said even the lights were more retrogressive than I.
You look as real as death Karel said.
They entered a plain hotel and walked up to the desk.
With bath? the clerk asked peering at their signatures.
Without said Julian. He saw Karel with attachment and wonder and Karel looked at him exploringly.
The room was in the best order of another decade. Julian loosened his collar and Karel arranged his long black hair. Karel had written that he used makeup achingly but unobtrusively. His eyebrows though Julian thought might cause an Italian laborer to turn completely around. They lit cigarettes.
You are the Karel who wrote me letters on nice long rotten sheets of paper Julian said. You made words on it that meant o sweet tight boy being in New Orleans they are the first madness of the age besides that which exists between an arctic bird's tongue and its beak. Order some gin he said.
Karel said shall I read you a poem.
Julian said yes order some gin and gingerale.
Karel folded the poem and called a number and asked for Frank. He'll be up.
Do read me your poem Directions.
I said in their faces the other night—Directions not Persuasions. But then stars are the reasons for men-bewildered words.
The chandelier was uglier than either of their faces so neither looked at it.
There he is already.
Hello Frank.
Julian liked his cap.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Now ring for some ice and ask the bell-boy if he thinks art has disappeared as it's been rumored.
The bell-boy said yes sir thank you sir.
This is good gin Julian said pouring the two tumblers again half full, pouring again two half full, pouring half full again two, being used to corn whisky.
You know Jesus came to see me in Cinderella's slippers last night Karel said. Life is a dream the body should be perfumed.
Those Arabian Nights' heroes knew their stuff said Julian.
The world is growing younger over these flowers of concrete, what can one do but love Paris.
The be-poeted courtesan.
And what though I never cared for diamonds I like pink-shaded boudoir lights.
And some thighs I can remember not having known but were known Julian said on a night like a velvet Woolworth pansy sporting a stamen moon, a little lemonish thing.
Karel was wondering how a street with an elevated track over it can frame some people so well or not so well.
Julian said I think I like Djuna Barnes which is a good way to think.
Karel crossed his legs and forearms with the glass in his left hand. Yes and if Miss Barnes were to come past my gate I'd say come into my yard Miss Barnes and sit upon my porch and I will serve you tea and if you will recite one of your poems I will be glad to learn it backwards.
Julian said all things of course are going backwards past her ear.
But that is not my affair is it? Tell me how southerners look now. Until I saw you I believed they were extinct.
Not at all but the sky is different down there. In summer they peel something from it in huge slabs and nail it on you and call it the heat. I floundered in the sleek mirrors.
Would it have been too much to have stolen a rose? Karel said.
I only walked through the maples and plucked one green leaf.
And in winter?
On my left I'd see frozen birds, frozen last night too, on my right the shadows of smoke on the sides of buildings. That's all.
Karel stood up and removed his coat. Do you realize he said that I am what you might call tight?
I'm sure it couldn't be that. Think of Camille Julian said. But he was a little tired too now. Was it his heart's large mouse that was eating away his insides? He thought bed would be a good place to go to. Since he had in his bag only one pair of pajamas he gave Karel the pants and took the coat for himself. They were black pajamas with white figures. While they undressed he thought Karel unimportantly dirty; before, he hadn't thought about hygiene and morals, both being easy to neglect.
Karel thought him just a little rustic.
The coat looked like a coat on Julian.
Karel's shoulders were spare but his chest was full and his arms round so he looked well in just the pants.
They decided that Karel sleep on the right side of the bed.
Julian lay on his back in the dark and inhaled cigarette smoke, accelerating his heart even more.
Karel breathed on his left side. The January moon must have been behind some tower. He said oh. I can't sleep now.
Why not there's nothing else to do Julian said.
Isn't there?
It's so late isn't it?
Well, your heart is beating very fast.
Much gin Julian murmured and turned on his left side also.
Are you really sleepy? Karel said.
Yes I am trying to decide what I shall dream about.
Or whom.
Yes. You can feel my left side thumping even extending the thump to my right side. I should much rather not be excited at all or excited much more. He placed the cigarette's lighted ash in the carpet, took a deep breath and embraced the pillow. Good night he said.
Karel was silent. Then before it is light I must do something cruel he said.
That I should say indicates a heat not submerged by the important Julian said.
Karel hesitated, then bloomed from the bed like a white four-o'clock. He snapped the light on and faced the mirror, looking into it closely and pressing his temples with long unshapely fingers. I am weak he said which is to say that on this planet there are many large people not being very kind and when one is not being killed being a little less than kind which is after all too social. I shall go out and I shall recite and I shall use high heels over their corpses and fail to vibrate with their throats' sweet words of me saying you are the darling of the Doll's House but I shall go further into that other house though still there and wait for what will come like the cracking of eggs on the sides of frying pans. He looked around and saw Julian lying on his stomach observing him with one wide eye.
He turned his back and shed the pajama pants and dressed not too slowly.
Julian lit a cigarette from the pack on the floor beside the bed-post. Karel will you be nice and repeat Frank's number he said.
It's in the directory Karel said.
You know the kind of eyes that have been drunk so often. Julian sat up in bed. I'm sorry you won't stay.
To be inevitably misunderstood is a matter for armchair relaxation Karel said but to be unnecessarily misunderstood... he put his hand on the door-knob which felt cold as a forehead. The tunnel-like hall held his horizontal, the elevator going down his vertical moving. He went into the street, more darkened now, and went forward walking slower and slower until he stopped altogether in front of a bench in Washington Square and sat down with his mind prenatally blank.
... if you dream of it or if you don't dream of it there are loads of things to do. Yes said I working my way carefully past my mother's womb. How many are there? Before flowers or anything. How many are there? But flowers were and food and flowers were and. Let's do a bit of plain walking I said to my friend. We were not completely under the awning but we were almost under it. We were. I think that was myself. Very young maybe three. No. Not three. Two. That might have been sufficient. It might have been as it was that diphtheria came and almost. But. How now that I think after it all how can it come here now so really. No question mark because I want to. It I only know: it is a sweet party: it is. I am. My suit is dainty and all of white and stockings are being pulled on. Stockings are being pulled on because or in spite of the first guest who is in sight, walking with a nurse maid and I see them for a moment as I am permitted a glimpse (one stocking is still hanging). And so they arrive. Solely. Twoly. Brilliantly fabulous. I do not particularly care, once the ice cream is over. I am five but I am allowed to forget it. Until I want to count them and so I stand them in a row: fifty-one guests and the doll I got I got I got. I tear grass from the roots on my fifth birthday lawn and they imitate me the other children and I am glad. And they. Are. Between this and that. I am afraid. Even now. Between this and that there might have been: or were: elephantine globularosities protecting their own children like perfect mothers, unaware that a child (I) of five (I) pranced, ran, stumbled, uncared for except in. O elephantine globularosities, who what are you if you are or could be? Between this and that. I love hoops. The round things of wood and sidewalks and running and I am bought a hoop and I play with it running as I expected to run. But is it quite as I expected. I am afraid not. Nor was the Doll. I am not ashamed of my doll. Although it is kept because, I know, only little girls, high up in the big closet in its close glory. I never play with it. I want to show it to them once. But someone is it Grandmother is it Mother snatched SNATCHED it back to some sort of heaven I suppose but my heart. And a velocipede, and an English Mail. Yes, wheels. Hoops. The English Mail (there is an Irish Mail too) is kept in the hall and I want to take it out when it shouldn't be taken out and it is sometimes taken out on the hard asphalt the hard. Knights rush over smooth grey ground. They fall. There are races too. And other children. There is a picture of me when I was or am I how many years old then which pictures me as I am minus about the exact number of years. Life is bitter and head aches. I think there must be a place called Philadelphia for I am going there. There. School. Oh. I am going to school. The teachers put lumps of dark sugar into cups of hot water in the afternoons after school as I wait for my mother to take me home. It tastes salty like meat gravy I discover. Snow I ingest, snow I know, snow it is soft cold out of which one makes snowballs which the children throw at each other. There is a snowball battle but I do not like it. I do not make quite the right number of hits. And while in the cold during recess beside the snow over the ice children play it must be coldly I stick my nose above the window sill my mother having through teacher decreed I am to stay indoors. I AM TO STAY INDOORS. Forever the great dark shall move with breasts offering but withholding stars planets alps one likes to climb or go through a valley skiing. Or when children are out. I am impressed by the Horse Fair by Blankety Blank but I find something lacking in it. Is it the horses? Even bread and tea are good after a sickness. And a little cold lamb. I love my set of elaborate wooden Indians but I leave them in the sand for the rain to spoil for my tin soldiers who are smarter looking. I want the image of Kermit Roosevelt in a doll. I want it. I get it on Christmas morning. Guinevere or Elaine is hanging from her window and stone is going downward beneath her and somehow her heart is fluttering terribly excited. What'} Whot He. Lancelot or someone or who was it comes... conies... He has plumes... There are many noises in the air not of birds no of nothing but Lancelot.
CHAPTER THREE: GABRIEL AND LOUIS
YOU must come and help me find a place to live Julian said leaning half out of bed to talk to Karel over the telephone at noon the next day when where was the sun.
Did you succeed Karel asked in forestalling realization?
That is not immediately thought of in fact whoever sells stamps in this hotel is sure to annoy me, won't you come by?
I'm not so used to benches on cement.
Don't you know any taxi-drivers?
If you insist on being impenetrable perhaps I could come by without risk of hurting your feelings.
Now when will it be I mean how long before—
Oh in an hour if I don't go back to bed I do feel pale blue as a friend of mine says of me which is mostly a mistake on his part.
Julian unwound the bedclothes from him and went to the window. Where was the sun? He thought it must be hiding its face in shame. He tried to see the sky and saw a part of it. The view consisted mostly of three walls of windows the majority with the shades up, all with the same kind of sad curtains either hanging straight or drawn back. A voice with a Western accent came from one of the lower windows I've just gotten in but there are so MANY Fergusons in the phone book I thought maybe you could tell me. She's probably brought the entire state of Texas with her and expects people not to know the difference Julian thought... He went to the washstand and shaved carefully, washed thoroughly, cleaned his teeth indifferently, combed his hair repeatedly, and put on his clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror from various angles and thought he would do.
Karel met him in the lobby. Did you steal fire from heaven last night?
To speak chronologically I'm afraid the vulture consumed my liver.
Tenth Street, Fifth Avenue, Washington Square were walked on.
We'll go to Simon's first Karel suggested.
Mr. Simon was in his office and breathed in puffs. Have you got money? Can you pay your rent? Wait I'll show you a byootiful place. I'll fix it all up for you. Mr. Simon was noted for his minor philanthropies among the artists and the two women in his office, a mother and daughter who had never slept but together, tried to guard his interests and always showed their probably false teeth in a smile at most of the tenants. There was a young lady in one of his numerous houses once who had not paid her rent for eight months so Mr. Simon had her summoned to court. They were both there and the judge told the young lady she would have to move, whereupon she burst into tears. Mr. Simon was touched. He took her from the court room, hailed a taxi, brushed a tear from his own cheek, handed her a ten dollar bill and told her to stay in his house as long as she wanted to and not to mind what that old judge said.
Mr. Simon took Julian and Karel to Third Street under the elevated tracks. He stopped in front of what had been a batik shop but now the door was curtained and the cloudy windows draped halfway up. Inside was a large room with a balcony half across the width and extending the whole length. The balcony was reached by little stairs on the left and held a wide low bed and antique sofa. A partition from the balcony to the floor hid a kitchenette and a combination dressing-room and washroom; a further partition with two doors at right angles enclosed a comparatively brown toilet bowl and seat. In the room on the floor were a red leather couch (one arm missing), studio bed, built out fireplace, lamp, two chests of drawers, stool and two tables. The design on the grass carpet was indistinguishable.
Mr. Simon had been talking. I'll fix a shower-beth here, put up nize curtains, have the rug cleaned make it nize, put curtains across the belcony rail, curtains here, it will be vimderful. It was also going to be wonderful how long Julian was to stay there without paying any rent after the first month or so.
How much?
Fifteen dollars I've been getting but you can have it for twelve.
A week?
Sure a vweek.
That's too much. The place will be occupied by only myself.
Vwell, ten if you pay the ges and lights. I pay the vwater.
Ten a week, do you think that's too much, Karel?
Karel shrugged and pursed his lips. Someone had told him don't purse your lips but he had said where would I be if I had never pursed my lips?
I'll take it, Mr. Simon, when will it be fixed up at least cleaned up?
This efternoon.
I'll be here tonight to sleep.
Very goodt. He gave him the key.
Thank you, Mr. Simon, won't you eat a hot dog with us?
Noo thenks.
They ate hot dogs for breakfast. The wagon was parked on the street in front of the door and they bought bananas from a cart further down.
They went for Julian's trunk and brought it back from the docks on the side of a taxi to 319 West Third Street.
There were no cooking utensils nor eating ones so they went to 'TillieY on Fourteenth Street which at five o'clock is a most vulgar street, invariably alive with the sex-starved.
First they had a pineapple delight served by a girl wearing a hairnet. Cups, saucers, knives, forks, spoons, plates, glasses, boilers, a skillet and a coffee pot were purchased at ten cents an article. Karel needed an eyebrow pencil which he bought at another counter from a salesgirl who looked mixed up.
Karel accompanied Julian to the hotel where the latter put on a dark blue overcoat, packed his bag and paid his bill, much to the relief of the personnel.
Fifth Avenue was dignified; Macdougal Street was marking spaces with taxis for a block that included tea-rooms and a dancing place where you got showerbaths one heard. Third Street divided Macdougal into this upper half and a lower half of gangsters, dark girls and children who played street games.
At 319 the lights were amber and when turned on could be seen from outside, giving the appearance of a speakeasy.
Julian's trunk delivered a typewriter, various books, a dressing gown, suits, and accessories, most of which were to be picked up.
Karel sat down and began typing a poem.
Julian said it's cold and drank two glasses of water. He felt the radiators and they were faintly warm. Come on let's go out and eat he said.
Karel continued to type.
Julian said I'm going.
Karel put his fallen hair in place and said all right wait.
Snow f [...]
