Part II - The Short Stories of Boris Vian
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 05 September 2014
Summary
MARTIN CALLED…
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Martin called at five o'clock. I was at my desk writing something. I can't remember what. Most likely something pointless. I didn't have too much trouble understanding him. He speaks English with an accent that's a mixture of American and Dutch. He might be Jewish as well. It makes for an overall effect that is a little unusual, but on my phone, it's okay. I had to be at his hotel in rue Notoire-du-Vidame at seven-thirty, and wait. He was short a drummer. I said to him, “Stay here, I will call Doddy right now.” And he said, “Good, Roby, I stay.” Doddy wasn't at his desk. I asked for him to call me back. There were seven hundred and fifty francs to be made by playing a gig in the suburbs from eight till midnight. I called Martin back and he said to me, “Your brother can't play?” And I said, “Too far. I must go back home now, and eat something before I go to your hotel.” And he said, “So! Good, Roby, don't bother, I'll go and look for a drummer. Just remember you must be at my hotel at seven-thirty.” Miqueut wasn't there, so I took off at quarter to six. Half an hour to kill. I went back home to get my trumpet.
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- If I Say IfThe Poems and Short Stories of Boris Vian, pp. 63 - 262Publisher: The University of Adelaide PressPrint publication year: 2014