The Notebook + The Proof + The Third Lie

BOOK: The Notebook + The Proof + The Third Lie
5.86Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

 

The Notebook / The Proof / The Third Lie

 

 

Three Novels by
Agota Kristof

 

 

Grove Press

NEW YORK

This collection
© 1997
by Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

The Notebook
© 1986
by Editions
du Seuil
English translation
© 1988
by Alan Sheridan

The Proof©
1988
by Editions
du Seuil
English translation
© 1991
by David Watson

The Third Lie
© 1991
by Editions
du Seuil
English translation
© 1996
by Marc Romano

The author would like to thank the Pro Helvetia Foundation for its support in the writing of this book.
Original French titles in chronological order:
Le grand cahier, La Preuve, Le Troisième Mensonge.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, or the facilitation thereof, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review. Any members of educational institutions wishing to photocopy part or all of the work for classroom use, or publishers who would like to obtain permission to include the work in an anthology, should send their inquiries to Grove/Atlantic, Inc.,
841
Broadway, New York, NY
10003.

Printed in the United States of America

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Kristof, Agota.

[Novels, English, Selections]

The notebook
;
The proof
;
The third lie
:
three novels
/
by Agota Kristof.

p. cm. ISBN
0-8021-3506-4

1.
Sheridan,
Alan.
II. Watson, David. III. Romano,
Marc.
IV. Title. V. Title: Proof. VI. Title: Third lie. PQ267.R55A28
1997
843'.914

dc21
97-14269

Design by Laura Hammond Hough Grove Press

an imprint of Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

841
Broadway

New York, NY
10003

Distributed by Publishers Group West
www.groveatlantic.com

09 12 11 12 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3

 

 

CONTENTS

 

The Notebook

Arrival at Grandmother's

Grandmother's House

Grandmother

Our Chores

The Forest and the Stream

Dirt

Exercise to Toughen the Body

The Orderly

Exercise to Toughen the Mind

School

Purchase of Paper, Notebook, and Pencils

Our Studies

Our Neighbor and Her Daughter

Exercise in Begging

Harelip

Exercise in Blindness and Deafness

The Deserter

Exercise in Fasting

Grandfather's Grave

Exercise in Cruelty

The Other Children

Winter

The Postman

The Cobbler

The Theft

Blackmail

Accusations

The Priest's Housekeeper

The Bath

The Priest

The Housekeeper and the Orderly

The Foreign Officer

The Foreign Language

The Officer's Friend

Our First Show

We Expand Our Repertoire

Theater

The Air Raids

The Human Herd

Grandmother's Apples

The Policeman

The Interrogation

In Prison

The Old Gentleman

Our Cousin

The Jewels

Our Cousin and Her Lover

The Blessing

Flight

The Charnel House

Our Mother

The Departure of Our Cousin

The Arrival of the New Foreigners

The Fire

The End of the War

School Reopens

Grandmother Sells Her Vineyard

Grandmother's Illness

Grandmother's Treasure

Our Father

Our Father Comes Back

The Separation

The Proof

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

The Third Lie

Part one

Part Two

About the Author

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Notebook

 

Translated by Alan Sheridan

 

 

 

 

Arrival at Grandmother's

We arrive from the Big Town. We've been traveling all night. Mother's eyes are red. She's carrying a big cardboard box, and the two of us are each carrying a small suitcase containing our clothes, plus Father's big dictionary, which we pass back and forth when our arms get tired.

We walk for a long time. Grandmother's house is far from the station, at the other end of the Little Town. There are no trams, buses, or cars here. Just a few army trucks driving around.

There aren't many people in the streets. The town is very quiet. Our footsteps echo on the pavement; we walk without speaking, Mother in the middle, between the two of us.

When we get to Grandmother's garden gate, Mother says:

"Wait for me here."

We wait for a while, then we go into the garden, walk around the house, and crouch down under a window where we can hear voices. Mother's voice says:

"There's nothing more to eat at home, no bread, no meat, no vegetables, no milk. Nothing. I can't feed them anymore."

Another voice says:

"So you've remembered me. For ten years you didn't give me a thought. You never came. You never wrote."

Mother says:

"You know why. I
loved
my father."

The other voice says:

"Yes, and now you remember that you also have a mother. You come here and ask me to help you."

Mother says:

"I'm not asking anything for myself. I just want my children to survive this war. The Big Town is being bombed night and day, and there's no food left. All the children are being evacuated to the country, with relatives or with strangers, anywhere."

The other voice says:

"Then send them to strangers, anywhere."

Mother says:

"They're your grandsons."

"My grandsons? I don't even know them. How many are there?"

"Two. Two boys. Twins."

The other voice asks:

"What have you done with the others?"

Mother asks:

"What others?"

"Bitches have four or five puppies at a time. You keep one or two and drown the others."

The other voice laughs loudly. Mother says nothing, and the other voice asks:

"They have a father, at least? You aren't married, as far as I know. I wasn't invited to any wedding."

"I am married. Their father is at the front. I haven't had any news of him for six months."

"Then you can put a cross over him."

The other voice laughs again. Mother starts crying. We go back to the garden gate.

Mother comes out of the house with an old woman.

Mother says to us:

"This is your Grandmother. You'll be staying with her for a while, till the end of the war."

Grandmother says:

"It could last a long time. But I'll put them to work, don't you fret. Food isn't free here either."

Mother says:

"I'll send you money. Their clothes are in the suitcases. And there are sheets and blankets in the box. Be good, you two. I'll write you."

She kisses us and goes away crying.

Grandmother laughs very loudly and says to us:

"Sheets and blankets! White shirts and patent leather shoes!
I'll
teach you what life is about!"

We stick our tongues out at Grandmother. She laughs even louder and slaps her thighs.

 

Grandmother's House

Grandmother's house is five minutes' walk from the last houses in the Little Town. After that, there is nothing but the dusty road, soon blocked off by a barrier. It is forbidden to go any further, a soldier is on guard there. He has a machine gun and binoculars, and when it rains, he takes shelter in a sentry box. We know that beyond the barrier, hidden by the trees, there's a secret military base, and beyond the base, the frontier and another country.

Grandmother's house is surrounded by a garden at the bottom of which is a stream, then the forest.

The garden is planted with all sorts of vegetables and fruit trees. In a corner, there's a hutch, a henhouse, a pigsty, and a shed for the goats. We have tried to ride the biggest of the pigs, but it's impossible to stay on.

The vegetables, the fruit, the rabbits, the ducks, and the chickens are sold at market by Grandmother, as well as the hens' and ducks' eggs and the goat cheese. The pigs are sold to the butcher, who pays for them with money, and with hams and smoked sausage too.

There is also a dog to keep away thieves, and a cat to keep away mice and rats. We mustn't give the cat anything to eat so that he's always hungry.

Grandmother also owns a vineyard on the other side of the road.

You enter the house through the kitchen, which is large and warm. A fire burns all day long in the woodstove. Near the window there's a huge table and a corner seat. We sleep on the seat.

From the kitchen a door leads to Grandmother's bedroom, but it's always locked. Only Grandmother goes there, only at night, to sleep.

There's another room, which can be reached without going through the kitchen, directly from the garden. This room is occupied by a foreign officer. Its door is also locked.

Under the house there's a cellar full of things to eat, and under the roof, an attic where Grandmother doesn't go anymore since we sawed away one of the rungs of the ladder and she fell and hurt herself. The entrance to the attic is just above the officer's door, and we get up there by means of a rope. That's where we hide the notebook, Father's dictionary, and the other things we're obliged to conceal.

In short order we make a key that opens all the doors in the house, and we bore holes in the attic floor. With the key we can move freely about the house when nobody's in, and through the holes we can observe Grandmother and the officer in their rooms, without their suspecting.

 

Grandmother

Grandmother is Mother's mother. Before coming to live in her house, we didn't even know that Mother still had a mother.

We call her Grandmother.

People call her the Witch. She calls us "sons of a bitch."

Grandmother is small and thin. She has a black shawl on her head. Her clothes are dark gray. She wears old army shoes. When the weather's nice, she goes barefoot. Her face is covered with wrinkles, brown spots, and warts that sprout hairs. She has no teeth left, at least none that can be seen.

Grandmother never washes. She wipes her mouth with the corner of her shawl when she's finished eating or drinking. She doesn't wear underpants. When she wants to urinate, she just stops wherever she happens to be, spreads her legs, and pisses on the ground under her skirt. Of course, she doesn't do it in the house.

Grandmother never undresses. We have watched her in her room at night. She takes off her skirt and there's another skirt underneath. She takes off her blouse and there's another blouse underneath. She goes to bed like that. She doesn't take off her shawl.

Grandmother doesn't say much. Except in the evening. In the evening, she takes a bottle down from a shelf and drinks straight out of it. Soon she starts to talk in a language we don't know. It's not the language the foreign soldiers speak, it's a quite different language.

In that unknown language, Grandmother asks herself questions and answers them. Sometimes she laughs, sometimes she gets angry and shouts. In the end, almost always, she starts crying, she staggers into her room, she drops onto her bed, and we hear her sobbing far into the night.

 

Our Chores

We have to do certain chores for Grandmother, otherwise she doesn't give us anything to eat and leaves us to spend the night outdoors.

At first we refuse to obey her. We sleep in the garden, we eat fruit and raw vegetables.

In the morning, before daybreak, we see Grandmother leave the house. She says nothing to us. She goes and feeds the animals, milks the goats, then takes them to the bank of the stream, where she ties them to a tree. Then she waters the garden and picks the vegetables and fruit, which she loads into her wheelbarrow. She also puts in a basket full of eggs, a small cage with a rabbit, and a chicken or duck with its legs tied together.

She goes off to market pushing her wheelbarrow, with the strap around her scrawny neck, which forces her head down. She staggers under the weight. The bumps and stones in the road make her lose her balance, but she goes on walking, her feet turned inwards, like a duck. She walks to the town, to the market, without stopping, without putting her wheelbarrow down once.

BOOK: The Notebook + The Proof + The Third Lie
5.86Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

So Irresistible by Lisa Plumley
The House of Crows by Paul Doherty
That One Time by Marian Tee
Cadet 3 by Commander James Bondage
The Knight at Dawn by Mary Pope Osborne
The Worst Journey in the World by Apsley Cherry-Garrard
A Picture of Guilt by Libby Fischer Hellmann
Escaping Neverland by Lynn Wahl