Ronald Reagan, My Father: Stories
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The elderly take to the streets at night for illegal and cathartic electric scooter racing. A copy editor suffers brain damage from West Nile virus and is suddenly filled with cannibalistic violence and award-winning minimalist poetry. Mayor McCheese visits a sexually repressed British couple in the early 1970s and touches their lives forever. A Texas doctor transplants the mind of a meth-addicted convict into the body of a suburban web developer.
Startlingly original, marked by vivid characters and a rich pop-culture sensibility, the short fiction in Ronald Reagan, My Father offer a bleakly hilarious vision that’s both human and uncanny.
Brian Joseph Davis
Brian Joseph Davis is an award-winning video artist; his punk recording of philosopher Theodor Adorno’s writings led the New Yorker’s Alex Ross to call him a genius. The UK’s Frieze magazine recently declared his work ‘serious hilarity … joyous and thoughtful.’
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Ronald Reagan, My Father - Brian Joseph Davis
Ronald Reagan, My Father
Brian Joseph Davis
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LIBRARY AND ARCHIVES CANADA CATALOGUING IN PUBLICATION
Davis, Brian Joseph, 1975-
Ronald Reagan, my father / Brian Joseph Davis.
ISBN 978-1-55022-917-2
I. Title.
PS8607.A953R65 2010 C813’.6 C2009-905966-5
Editor for the press: Michael Holmes
Cover design: Shootthedesigner
Cover images: Library of Congress
Text: Rachel Ironstone
The publication of Ronald Reagan, My Father has been generously supported by the Canada Council for the Arts, which last year invested $20.1 million in writing and publishing throughout Canada, by the Ontario Arts Council, by the Government of Ontario through the Ontario Book Publishing Tax Credit, by the OMDC Book Fund, an initiative of the Ontario Media Development Corporation, and by the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program (BPIDP).
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ECW.jpgThe Unicorns, Part One
Most days you would have already checked the cargo door with a weak tug, hit the light switch and watched the overhead fluorescents stutter out. You would have taken printouts of the day’s last orders, put them on top of a black tray, grabbed your windbreaker, and left the light industrial park that you’ve worked in since you were a teenager.
But tonight, long after quitting time, you sat, digging your nails into your father’s old oak desk. You were a print-on-demand publisher and you were being held hostage by the husband and wife team responsible for the 872-page Index of Equine Characters in Fantasy Fiction. It had not received a single order, and its authors were upset and armed.
The couple had similar features: competing jowls and oddly chopped curly hair that wanted to escape what it was attached to. At some point in his life the man had chosen to wear cargo shorts, a Joker T-shirt, and nothing else. The woman layered mismatched jogging apparel with a jean jacket covered in Bedazzler unicorns. Your business was designed so that you would never have to meet these people—a book is submitted, and for a fee it is laid out. Editing is extra. It gets stored on a computer until someone orders a copy. You inherited the business from your father. Well, not quite.
He started it as a song poem record company. Customers would send in their lyrics after finding an ad in the back of tabloids or music magazines that promised to Set Your Poems To Music. Songwriters Make Thousands of Dollars. Free Evaluation. Your father would perform the lyrics, no matter what they were, to either a thin pop waltz or a mild country stomp and send back a badly pressed 7-inch. Though at home he kept copies of the more ribald or peculiar ones—attempts at novelty songs about the Academy Awards streaker of 1974, or jingles about Deep Throat—and played them for friends doubled over in laughter after several Maker’s Marks, your father taught you not to put yourself above the customer. Be at least a little bit beside the customer,
he said. It helps.
You moved into the shop slowly, with your new ideas and photocopiers. As customers bought computers and realized their terrible desires in private, your father’s orders shrank to a trickle. But you offered something different, a heftier object that was the end result of people buying computers, and the orders for books increased. Then one day, without telling him, you sold the 7-inch press and the lathe cutter to a small record company. The new owners—too young for their beards—high-fived after they loaded the greasy contraptions into a battered white van. Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
It was your business now, and faceless senior citizen memoirists paid your lease. There were variations in routine. You once published a children’s book titled Mommy, Please Don’t Wash Your Hands Again by a housewife from Toledo. She had sent the order three times.
This man and woman were the first authors you had ever met, and you were surprised by how much they looked like the customers in your head, the ones you thought about as you reloaded toner into the photocopier on wan mornings. Your father was a musician, but you had never been a writer, and you felt you lacked an understanding of these people that he naturally had.
You tried to reason, hands waving in the air, that they had checked a web dialogue box, indicating they understood that you printed books and facilitated sales as a service publisher, but marketing was up to them. You wanted to be beside these people, but instead they were in front of you, ruining your tight-as-a-duck’s-ass, wholly digital business with their three-dimensional realness.
When she took out a gun, you finally understood people: They will kill just to be heard, as easily as they will spend $39.95 to be published. You said, Take whatever you want. Take my car keys.
The man asked you, Have you ever written something? Have you ever actually written something?
The woman screamed, Call me Shadowfax!
They demanded you perform for them. Write something,
he implored, as if you had forgotten what they were demanding.
Call me Shadowfax,
she said again, with a slight neigh.
You had often thought of stories while putting together shipments or sourcing new laser stock, but you never had the time to write them down.
Now, how much time you had left was dependent on how many stories you could write. Hands up and steady in the air, you asked if they wanted you to sit at the desk. She waved you over to your chair with the gun.
So you wrote and became, like them, strange.
Ordinary People
Pa never wanted to hurt people: neither before his execution, at the hands of the state of Texas, nor afterwards, when he came to be the focus of the only death penalty case that turned into a custody case that—my lawyer reckons—has turned into a right-to-die case.
The media tagged Pa as the abnormal brain
in the whole Reanimator of the Rio Grande
story, as it came to be known, but there was a man behind that brain. I know you expect a daughter to say so, but it was true.
Actually, there was a half-dozen men behind that brain—or, more specifically, parts of them. Back some time ago, Pa was arrested after his armed robbery of a Piggly Wiggly done went wronger than wrong can get. Two stockboys were shot and killed; their blood sprayed onto jars of pickled hotdogs, I was told.
Ma and me hadn’t seen Pa in years at the time of the robbery. We heard he tweaked out on meth after getting laid off from a tool and die shop.
He was never the same after Vietnam, Ma recalled.