Belsey and Kipps Professors combines a passion for beauty and admiration for Rembrandt. Splits and attitude to beauty and Rembrandt, and it is sufficient that they are enemies for life and death. When Kippsowie move across the ocean and settle in the campus, where they live Belseyowie, the fate of their families are interwoven in an unpredictable way, and the complications multiply like crazy.
Zadie Smith tells the story of two families, and at the same distance and humor to move the major themes of modernity: issues of identity, race, globalization and religious fanaticism.
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To: HowardBelsey@fas.Wellington.edu
From: Jeromeabroad@easymail.com
Date: November 19
Subject: Dear Dr Belsey
!
I have no idea how you will accept this message! We are in love! Kippsów daughter and me! I intend to ask her to marry him, Dad! And I think that says yes! Got it, what could those exclamation points? Her name is Victoria, but everyone called her Vee. It is amazing, fantastic, brilliant.
"officially" declare to her tonight, but I wanted you to know first. It fell on us like the Song of Solomon, and can not be explained except by a kind of mutual revelation. She came here just a week ago - it looks like some crazy, but it is a fact! Seriously: I'm happy. Take, please, double valium and ask my mother, she wrote to me as soon as possible. I do not have pulses on the card, and I do not want to use their camera.
Jxx
- What is it, Howard? What is it? Howard Belsey
beat his American wife, Kiki Simmonds, the corresponding portion of the printed message. She leaned her elbows on the table on both sides, and lowered her head, as it did always, when gaze focused on the fine print. Howard went to the other end of the kitchen to turn off the whistling kettle. Rang out only this one, the high note - the rest was silence. Belseyów only daughter, Zora, sat on a stool, his back to the room with my headphones on, staring solemnly at the TV screen. Levi, the youngest of their children, stood next to his father before the kitchen cabinets. At one point they began to eat breakfast without a word, with choreographic precision, giving a box of cereal, listing additions, filling the bowl and pouring milk jug with pink porcelain słonecznożółtym shore. Kitchen window faced the south. The light through the double glass doors into the garden and the kitchen arch divides into two parts landed softly on the still life, which represented a Kiki sitting at the kitchen table, motionless, zaczytana. Before her stood the Portuguese bowl of dark red clay, which towered into a pile of apples. About this time the sun went further, with the kitchen table, reaching out to the lobby and into the smaller of the two lounges. Here shelf filled with old books in soft cover kept the company zamszowemu seat and the couch, on which Murdoch Belseyów Dachshund, wylegiwał be pulled out in the sun.
- This is a joke? - Kiki asked, but received no response. Levi
kroił strawberries, rinsing them and threw the cup. The task was to capture Howard stalks and throw into the trash. At a time when the occupation ended, Kiki subtracted from the hands of her temples, she turned the page and laughed softly.
- do you laugh? - Howard asked, coming to breakfast the bar and leaning against the countertop. In response to Kiki's face turned to stone a black mask. It was that face the Sphinx, which sometimes drifted her American friends to assign her a more exotic origin rather than real. Because in reality, Kiki came from a simple family from provincial regions of Florida.
- Maybe just a little bit of seriousness, baby - has proposed. She reached for the apple and sliced \u200b\u200bit with a transparent handle knife, dividing the irregular quarters. Then he began to eat them slowly, one by one.
Howard brushed with both hands hair from his forehead.
- sorry ... I just ... zaśmiałaś up, so I thought this might be something fun.
- And how I respond? - Kiki asked impatiently. Put down the knife and held out his hand to Levi, who just passed her side of the bowl. Seizing his son for fifteen jeans belt, easily attracted him to her, forcing him to and sat down to be able to insert various types of evidence of his basketball sweatshirts under the collar. Then he caught a thumbs boxers, and there is something to improve, but the boy escaped to her.
- Oh, Mama!
- Levi, baby, pull them a little ... so low you missed it ... round ass you have discovered.
- So it's not funny - said Howard. Such drilling is not the case it certainly amused, but still wanted to be consistent, even if you originally wanted to adopt a different tactic, realizing that their conversation is the road to nowhere.
- Oh, God, Howard - Kiki sighed. She turned in his direction. - We'll probably settle for fifteen minutes, right? When children are ... - She rose slightly chair, hearing the screech lock the front door, and after a while another one.
- Zoor, baby, go open the door, please, feel pain in my knee today. She can not go, you have to help her ...
Zora pogryzając toast in the shape of pockets filled with cheese, pointed to the TV.
- Zora, go there immediately, much I ask is that our new help, Monique - it is not known why the key does not fit - it seems that you asked you to spare her the drink - I can not hang around here all day and wait for her at home. Zoor, ruszże finally butt ...
- It was the second butt this morning - noted Howard.
- Which is nice. How civilized.
Zora slid off the stool and headed across the hall toward the front door. Kiki threw back her husband's research, questioning look, which responded to the most innocent face, for he could muster. She picked up a letter of the absent son, reached for her glasses on a chain suspended resting on an impressive breasts and placed them on the tip of the nose.
- You have to admit this - she muttered, reading the letter again.
- This guy is not stupid ... when he wants to attract your attention, he knows how to attain it - she said, throwing a look at Howard and separating the syllables as a bank teller counting banknotes. - The daughter of Monty Kipps. Well there you go. Suddenly get interested.
Howard frowned.
- So, just so you have to say.
- Howard, on the stove boiled egg, I do not know who they pricked up, but the water has completely evaporated, and nasty smells. Turn off the gas, please.
- That's all you have to say?
Howard watched as his wife calmly pours himself a third glass of juice tomato. She lifted it to her lips, but suddenly froze.
- Really, Howie - "she said. - He is twenty years old. Needs a Dad's interest and gets them. Think for example of this practice in the Kipps - there's a million other practices which could take place. And now the wedding of the youngest Kippsów? You do not need to Freudian psychoanalysis. I believe that the worst thing we can do is take it seriously.
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