Roy felt like crying, yet he told her -- the first one he ever had. "I was just a kid and I got shot by this batty dame on the night before my tryout, and after that I just couldn't get started again. I lost my confidence and everything I did flopped."
He said this was the shame of his life, that his fate, somehow, had always been the same (on the train going nowhere) -- defeat in sight of his goal.
"Always the same."
"Always with a woman?"
He laughed harshly. "I sure met some honeys in my time. They burned me good."
"Why do you pick that type?"
"It's like I say -- they picked me. It's the breaks."
"You could say no, couldn't you?"
"Not to the type dame I always fell for -- they weren't like you."
Thursday, September 23, 2010
What follows is an excerpt of "The Natural" by Bernard Malamud (It's a conversation between Iris and Roy on page 142 of the Avon paperback):