The Making of Henry (2009)
The Making of Henry
“He hears her turn off. Until now he has not been able to distinguish her from her appliances – her washing machine, her vacuum cleaner, her radiators, her television. But the moment she gives up the ghost he detects the cessation of a noise of which he was not previously aware. A hum, was it? A whirr? Impossible to say. There is no word for the sound a life makes.‘Ah well,’ his cleaning woman muses, once word of the death has seeped out, ‘what’s one more?’‘Plenty, if you happen to be the one,’ ...Henry says.She sidles a walled Irish eye towards his, oblivious to an Englishman’s partiality for space between two people not connected by marriage.‘There we are, then,’ she says with a shrug, and goes on with the dusting. They’re all shrugging and dusting round here. Not on edge exactly, but fatalistic. Waiting to be blown apart. Henry isn’t thinking like that, though; Henry is just waiting for himself to die. There’s a subtle political difference. Never mind poison gas in the Underground, never mind helicopters crop-dusting the city with anthrax, Henry sees what’s coming as an entirely personal catastrophe, something between him and his Maker and no one else.MoreLess
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