Fiction – Bozo
The New Yorker|April 08, 2024
The man stood in front of an arrangement of bottles and glasses.
By Souvankham Thammavongsa
Fiction – Bozo

He knew what everything in those bottles tasted like, and what to pair them with. He was a bartender. He could make a drink for you, if you wanted. All you had to do was lean over and ask.

I wanted something he could make. Something no one else had. I asked him if he could make this for me, and he nodded. I saw him pause and think. What he had in mind seemed to require him to go and look for things. He rummaged through a plastic bag and plucked something out. When he brought the drink to me, it looked like water. In the middle of the drink was a mint leaf in the shape of a heart. The leaf floated there, and then it didn't anymore.

I didn't know how to talk to him. He was right in front of me. Making drinks that other people in the room had asked for. So I just watched him work. That was all he was doing. Working. He was someone who could carry four glasses using the space his palms and fingers could provide. He did this repeatedly. He never fumbled or broke anything. He cut up oranges and limes and lemons. He scooped ice, decorated drinks with straws. He seemed to know what people in the room wanted before they wanted it. From a small machine, next to him, orders spooled like ribbons.

He didn't try to talk to anyone. Didn't walk over and ask anything. Didn't seem curious about anything. A waitress went by, and, though there was plenty of room behind him, she squeezed so close that her chest brushed up against him. And on the way back, when she passed him, she touched his arm. He didn't react either time. Part of the job. No turning around to acknowledge her with a smile. No asking about her shift and how it was going. But she got to touch. She got to be back there, with him.

Bu hikaye The New Yorker dergisinin April 08, 2024 sayısından alınmıştır.

Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.

Bu hikaye The New Yorker dergisinin April 08, 2024 sayısından alınmıştır.

Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.

THE NEW YORKER DERGISINDEN DAHA FAZLA HIKAYETümünü görüntüle
GET IT TOGETHER
The New Yorker

GET IT TOGETHER

In the beginning was the mob, and the mob was bad. In Gibbon’s 1776 “Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire,” the Roman mob makes regular appearances, usually at the instigation of a demagogue, loudly demanding to be placated with free food and entertainment (“bread and circuses”), and, though they don’t get to rule, they sometimes get to choose who will.

time-read
10+ dak  |
November 25, 2024
GAINING CONTROL
The New Yorker

GAINING CONTROL

The frenemies who fought to bring contraception to this country.

time-read
10+ dak  |
November 25, 2024
REBELS WITH A CAUSE
The New Yorker

REBELS WITH A CAUSE

In the new FX/Hulu series “Say Nothing,” life as an armed revolutionary during the Troubles has—at least at first—an air of glamour.

time-read
5 dak  |
November 25, 2024
AGAINST THE CURRENT
The New Yorker

AGAINST THE CURRENT

\"Give Me Carmelita Tropicana!,\" at Soho Rep, and \"Gatz,\" at the Public.

time-read
5 dak  |
November 25, 2024
METAMORPHOSIS
The New Yorker

METAMORPHOSIS

The director Marielle Heller explores the feral side of child rearing.

time-read
10+ dak  |
November 25, 2024
THE BIG SPIN
The New Yorker

THE BIG SPIN

A district attorney's office investigates how its prosecutors picked death-penalty juries.

time-read
10+ dak  |
November 25, 2024
THIS ELECTION JUST PROVES WHAT I ALREADY BELIEVED
The New Yorker

THIS ELECTION JUST PROVES WHAT I ALREADY BELIEVED

I hate to say I told you so, but here we are. Kamala Harris’s loss will go down in history as a catastrophe that could have easily been avoided if more people had thought whatever I happen to think.

time-read
2 dak  |
November 25, 2024
HOLD YOUR TONGUE
The New Yorker

HOLD YOUR TONGUE

Can the world's most populous country protect its languages?

time-read
10+ dak  |
November 25, 2024
A LONG WAY HOME
The New Yorker

A LONG WAY HOME

Ordinarily, I hate staying at someone's house, but when Hugh and I visited his friend Mary in Maine we had no other choice.

time-read
10+ dak  |
November 25, 2024
YULE RULES
The New Yorker

YULE RULES

“Christmas Eve in Miller’s Point.”

time-read
6 dak  |
November 18, 2024