David Langford - The Motivation

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The Motivation
by David Langford
Born in 1953 in South Wales, David Longford has been a bit of gadfly and a
bit of Monty Python to the science fiction community for some years now through
his fanzine, Ansible, and through his satirical novels and stories. His horror fiction
runs from clever parody to grim nightmare. "The Motivation" is one of the latter.
Asked to account for his whereabouts since his last appearance here (The
Year's Best Horror Stories: XIII), Langford reports: "Ansible quietly folded, not
before picking up a Hugo. Monthly SFIfantasy review column in the British games
(God knows why) magazines White Dwarf (to 1988) and GM (1988 onward).
Published Earthdoom! with John Grant (1987), a spoof disaster novel in which
every disaster happens from polar slippage to invading aliens, and the parody
collection The Dragonhiker's Guide to Battlefield Covenant at Dune's Edge:
Odyssey Two (1988), including 'The Thing in the Bedroom' of XIII fame. Sold and
collected full payment for another Grant collaboration, Guts, which does for
horror what Earthdoom! did for public toilets, but in the end the publishers were
too terrified to print it (we keep the money and are selling it elsewhere)." Hope
Langford remembered the zombies.
The shop was a rich stew of smells, dry rot and cigarettes and sweat. Its
buzzing fluorescent light couldn't cut through the staleness, and the August sun was
not allowed to penetrate. As with every branch of this exclusive chain, the display
window was painted dead black; the invisibility of its promised BOOKS AND
MAGAZINES was full and sufficient advertisement of the stock.
Peter Edgell reminded himself regularly that he was slumming, that this wasn't
his true niche in the literary world. An observer, which was it, scanning the
customers who fingered BOOKS AND MAGAZINES through their aseptic plastic
film. From behind the counter Peter read the customers and savored the emotions
that burned as pungently as the shop's smell. Businessmen brimmed with a synthetic
heartiness, wielding it like a charm against limp fears. Younger nondescripts let off
their little firecrackers of defensive aggression. Those too young were allowed a brief
ration of giggles before being chased away; most pitiful were the fossil emotions of
the very old, who from long habit cringed furtively and offered token mumbles of
"Just getting it for a mate, see?"
Peter welcomed them all, not only because each swing of the door wafted
fresh, clean exhaust fumes through the sweaty closeness: with his half a talent, he
saw the pornophiles as raw material. One day his special insight would pin them
down in some astonishing piece of journalism, a cancellation of his failures at
university and everywhere else. Jessica Mitford, Tom Wolfe, what-sis-name in
Private Eye -- he'd be with them one day. The thought was so thumbed and worn
that it skidded past like an overly familiar quotation.
Minor hubbub arose as old Benson ejected a gaggle of browsers from the
small back room. He swept them managerially before him, exuding a steady dribble
of apology and exhortation, as though dealing with drunks or kids where the secret
was to keep talking and keep calm. Peter was checking a wad of magazines being
returned for credit at the usual vast discount (you riffled very carefully through the
clean-limbed poses, and refused them if pages were either incomplete or stuck
together). Benson reached past him to the till.
"Lock up half five like usual," he said, passing a grayish handkerchief over a
broadly glistening sweep of baldness. His other hand methodically stripped the till of
banknotes -- so that when he looked up and added "I'm trusting you, Peter," it was
an effort not to snap back, "What the fuck with?"
"See you tomorrow," said Peter, wondering again about the manager: there
was nothing to read from him, as though he had no feelings whatever. Perhaps you
got like that after ten years in the trade. A roar of traffic and a gale of carbon
monoxide swept through the door as Benson slouched out on the weekly errand
which was not supposed to have anything to do with Thursday evening's greyhound
races.
A dozen or so literary and artistic items changed hands in the final forty
minutes of trade, but business was slack without the lure of the back room. It was a
milder breed of customer that Peter finally chased out: men whose longings didn't
burn as brightly.
He carried the old, battered till into the back, locked it in the concealed
cupboard (cunningly papered over, but outlined with a frieze of greasy fingerprints)
dedicated to Stronger Stuff. Which left him half an hour before his bus: this had
happened before, and Peter had spent the time in unedifying study of 'strong' goods.
His eyes had widened several times as he flicked through; the only after-effect had
been a slightly reduced appetite for sausage and chips that evening, and a greatly
reduced opinion of certain customers.
The misuse of this art form, he had written conscientiously in one of his
notebooks, is a species of Blatant Beast, repelling the assault of our curiosity by
revealing far more than we wish to know.
Today, curiosity took him through the back room into the dusty regions of
no-customer's-land. There was a toilet stinking of ammonia; a passageway lined with
miscellaneous old stock, growing ever more unsalable as mice chewed it into lace...
and the grimy kitchen where the mouse-smell was stronger yet, though all that was
ever made there was the tea they drank daily from mugs whose brown inner stain
exactly matched that of the toilet. A hair-dryer might have indicated some token
concession to cleanliness, but was only used for one of Peter's morning chores:
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