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The Dead Brother
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106 The Dead Brother Nina’s brother has now been dead for over a quar ter of a cen tury but he still takes up space in her mind. She de lib er ately thinks of him as her dead brother in an at tempt to re mind her self that the ghost in her mind is not the real guy. She fig ures the real guy was prob ably more com pli cated than she under stood—maybe—but he is dead and she has her own life to tend to. The dead brother’s or gans were parsed by med i cal stu dents. The dead brother died when his daugh ter, Babette, was four teen. The dead brother never knew her daugh ter, Tavy, nor Tavy’s daugh ter, Cal lie. The dead brother never knew Palmer, and that’s a good thing, con sid er ing that he did his best to de stroy her first mar riage. Which would have ended any way, but still. The dead brother was not around when their par ents died. The dead brother was not around for 9/11, Iraq, or Af ghan i stan. The dead brother has not read the books she has writ ten since his death and if he had he would have made some sar cas tic com ment. Which she would have ig nored. The dead brother some times whis pers to her at night after Palmer is asleep. Some times she can feel his breath in her ear and it makes her ner vous so she turns over on her side to be closer to Palmer. Usu ally the dead brother says some thing like, There are no great fe male phi los o phers, no great fe male com pos ers, and great fe male writ ers are an ab er ra tion. Some times the dead brother asks, What is the point of writ ing poetry in forms? She re plies, They give me pleas ure. He says, Women. You’re all mas o chists. You want to be chained and 107 The Dead Brother con trolled, and she won ders what planet he lives on. Some times the dead brother ac cuses her of being driven. Of being bit ter and driven. Of being angry, bit ter, and driven. She knows there was a time when that was true, but it was long ago. Hap pi ness swept over her like morn ing light and she pinned it down and hugged it close and has never let go. The dead brother in sists that, al though he was a dip so ma niac, he was never an al co holic. This very fine dis tinc tion is over her head, es pe cially as she can’t make it jibe with the vodka he gulped be fore break fast. Some times he would pour the vodka into an empty beer can, a not very good dis guise. He tells her that in her crib she made up a song and sang it when ever any one showed her a Haydn score and that is so sweet she’s be wil dered. How can he be so sweet and so mean? The dead brother is so alive to her that once in a while she for gets and thinks he is alive and then has to re mind her self that he is her dead brother. Oc ca sion ally the dead brother will turn up in her study with his clas si cal gui tar and play a lit tle Bach or Boc che rini. He will tell her that his fa vor ite ques tion is how. She will tell him that her fa vor ite ques tion is why. He will look at her pity ingly and say, I know. She re minds her self that he doesn’t know every thing. For ex am ple, he does not know how inter est ing the ques tion why can be. The dead brother will set his clas si cal gui tar aside and walk over to stand be hind her as she writes by hand or types. If she’s writ ing prose he’ll say, If you want to write a novel, you really need to con front God. You don’t be lieve in God. That’s beside the point. You have to cross the ocean in a sail boat. Go to war. Work on...