Denis Johnson is the author of The Name of the World, Already Dead, Jesus' Son, Resuscitation of a Hanged Man, Fiskadoro, The Stars at Noon, and Angels. His poetry has been collected in the volume The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations Millennium General Assembly. He is the recipient of a Lannan Fellowship and a Whiting Writer's Award, among many other honors for his work. He lives in northern Idaho.
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- ISBN-13: 9780060976095
- Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
- Publication date: 05/28/2000
- Series: Harper Perennial
- Edition description: 1st HarperPerennial ed
- Pages: 240
- Sales rank: 122,988
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Chapter One
Here, and also south of us, the beaches have a yellow tint, but along the Keys of Florida the sand is like nshattered ivory. In the shallows the white of it turns the water such an ideal sea-blue that looking at it you think you must be, dead, and the rice paddies, in some seasons, are profoundly emerald. The people who inhabit these colors, thanked be the compassion and mercy of Allah, have nothing much to trouble them. It's true that starting a little ways north of them the bodies still just go on and on, and the Lord, as foretold, has crushed the mountains; but it's hard to imagine that such things ever went on in the same universe that holds up the Keys of Florida. It strains all belief to think that these are the places the god Quetzalcoatl, the god Bob Marley, the god Jesus, promised to come back to and build their kingdoms. On island after island, except for the fields of cane popping in the wind, everything seems to be asleep.
In our day sugar is a major crop of the Keys. In Fiskadoro's time, during the Quarantine, whole islands were given over to the cultivation of rice, while sugar cane was a product only of patient neighborhood gardeners like Mr. Cheung.
On the day they met, Mr. Cheung happened to be tending his garden. The gritty earth stung his bare knees where he knelt in his underwear behind the house planting two rows of cane parallel to the wall. He put his feet under himself, trying to squat on his haunches, but he was getting such a belly these days it got between him and his knees and unbalanced him onto his rump. Grandmother Wright, in hervery heavy, he'd moved it himself-red plush rocking chair, was makingnoises deep in her throat. Once she'd been quite a talker, but now she was a hundred years old. She was trying to soak up the heat of the day, to loosen the icy marrow. How could a person sit fully dressed and draped with a black shawl in heat like today's? Mr. Cheung blotted his face with his denim bag of seeds. Its dust turned the sweat on his forehead into mud.
In planting his cane, Mr. Cheung found it advisable always to get help from the neighborhood children. They came, all of them who happened to be playing in the road, whenhis six-year-old daughter Fidelia called them to the cane. But Fidelia. didn't want to help. She sat in Grandmother's lap sucking on the two middle fingers of her left hand.
"We'll put two extra rows of cane," Mr. Cheung told the children. "Do you see this magic ribbon?" He held out a brief length of pink ribbon that had an unearthly brightness about it. "We'll make a border of magic ribbon on two rows. You see? I've scratched out two. rows. We'll dig two more. Do you know what the magic ribbon does?"
They jostled one another and smiled speechlessly.
"It keeps away the little thieves."
In confusion they avoided his eyes. One boy crouched behind his younger brother and sighted along the brother's ear at Grandmother Wright and cast sidelong glances at Mr. Cheung, who staked off the planted rows with bamboo shards and ringed them around with fishing twine, flagging the twine at short intervals with knots of ribbon.
"Magic ribbon, very precious, very hard to find. And anything that's growing outside the magic ribbon can be stolen. The magic ribbon won't protect it from tiny thieves."
He started digging a third row, and then a fourth one, for the neighborhood thieves. "I don't mention any particular people," he said.
"How long to grow?"
"Oh, maybe six months."
"How long is six month? Ten years?"
"Until after the rain is over."
"Will there gonna be hurricanes in the rain?"
"No."
"One hurricane?"
"Okay. One hurricane. Blow the cane down. Blow the water off the rice paddies."
"But not the cane with the magic ribbon," they said. And they stood with their navels offered blatantly to the world by round bellies, their little penises and vaginas loitering incidentally beneath, and the greed shining in their eyes. There were five of them, two girls and three boys. They all lived here in the neighborhood but one, a fellow who looked twelve or thirteen, big enough to wear pants.
Mr. Cheung, knew by the faded military olive of this little boy's shorts that he'd come from the village of wrecked quonset huts several miles east, a deteriorating shantytown once the dwelling place of sailors, and then marines, and still inhabited mainly by their grandchildren and greatgrandchildren and generally known as the Army. "We're planting cane," Mr. Cheung told the boy.
Like most of them up there in the Army, this one had curly, rusty hair and black eyes. He appeared to be shivering even in the heat.
"Do you know what cane is?"
The boy's mouth came open, but he said not a word, only stood there.
"A home for the flies." Mr. Cheung gestured as if to put his finger into the boy's open mouth. "Cane is the plant that gives sugar. Do you speak English? Are you an American? Cane is the plant that gives sugar."
"Sugar es por la candy," the boy said.
"What is your name, young Army boy? Are you from the Army?"
"My name Fiskadoro," the boy said, "from over the Army. Mi father es Jimmy Hidalgo."
"Pescadero? The Fisherman?"
"Fiskadoro. Fiskadoro es ain't a fish-man. Fiskadoro es only me."
"Help us plant some cane, Mr. Fiskadoro Hidalgo, and then put ribbon for the thieves."
But the boy Fiskadoro only rose up and down on the balls of his feet and spanked his thighs nervously, as if his shyness would make him take wing.
With his seeds Mr. Cheung walked from one child to the next, reaching down into the bag and letting these tiny sparks that would someday flourish into cane fall out of his fist onto each one's head. "Don't let the wind take them!" he said, and they clapped their hinds over their heads to save the seeds. "Walk. Keep your toes on either side of the row--see where I've dug? Plant it from your hair." He demonstrated by wagging his head.
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Hailed by the New York Times as "wildly ambitious" and "the sort of book that a young Herman Melville might have written had he lived today and studied such disparate works as the Bible, 'The Wasteland,' Fahrenheit 451, and Dog Soldiers, screened Star Wars and Apocalypse Now several times, dropped a lot of acid and listened to hours of Jimi Hendrix and the Rolling Stones," Fiskadoro is a stunning novel of an all-too-possible tomorrow. Deeply moving and provacative, Fiskadoro brilliantly presents the sweeping and heartbreaking tale of the survivors of a devastating nuclear war and their attempts to breaking tale of the survivors of a devastating nuclear war and their attempts to salvage remnants of the old world and rebuild their culture.
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