MacDonald, John D - Travis McGee 18 - The Green Ripper
To Maxwell P. Wilkinson l Representative and FriendI
Fanaticism is described as redoubling your effort when you have forgotten your aim.
George Santayana
Meyer came aboard The Busted Flush on a dark, wet, windy Friday afternoon in early December. I had not seen him in nearly two months. He looked worn and tired, and he had faded to an indoor pallor. He shucked his rain jacket and sat heavily in the biggest chair and said he wouldn't mind at all if I offered him maybe a little bourbon, one rock, a dollop of water.
'Where's Gretel?' he asked as I handed him his dnnk.
'Moved out,' I said. He looked so dismayed I quickly added that she had found herself a job, finally, way the hell and gone over in the suburb of Tamarac, west of North Lauderdale and west of the Tumpike, out in the area of the shiny new developments and shopping plazas, near University Community Hospital and Timber Run Golf Club. 'Couldn't get any farther away and still be in the same metropolitan area. It tales at least form minutes to drive over there.'
'Doing what?'
'1he outfit is called, excuse the expression, Bonnie Brae. It is a combination fat farm, tennis club, and real estate development. She works in the office, lives in one of the model houses, gives tennis lessons to the littlies, exercise classes for the baffles, and is becoming indispensable. She can tell you all about it. She'll be here about six or six thirty.'
'I was afraid you two had split.'
'No chance. I'm not going to let that one get away.'
'Splendid judgment.'
'It's a phase, Meyer. She did hard time in a bad marriage and says it stunted her. She has to make it on her own, she says, to become a complete person, and when she is, then we can think about what kind of arrangement we're going to have.'
'Makes a certain amount of sense.'
'Not to me.'
'But you're not... being derisive or patronizing?'
'Hell, no. I am being full of understanding, and all that.'
I didn't want to try to tell him what a vacuum she left when she packed and moved out. The houseboat was dismally empty. When I woke up, if I wanted to hear clinking sounds from the galley, I had to go make them myself. The winter boats were beginning to come down, filling up the empty berths, spewing out their slender and elegant ladies to walk the area, shopping and smiling, providing what in times past had been like one of those commercial hatcheries where you pay a fee and catch your own trout and take it home to cook. But Grets had made all the pretty ladies look brittle, bloodless, and tasteless, and made the time without her seem leaden and endless.
In another season there were the girls of summer, robust and playful in their sandy ways, and now here were the winter ones, with cool surmise in the tended eye, fragrant and speculative, strolling and shopping, sailing and tanning, then making their night music and night scent, searching for something they could not quite name, but would know once they found it.
'How did the conference go?' I asked.
He shook a weary head. 'These are bad days for an economist, my friend. We have gone past the frontiers of theory. There is nothing left but one huge ugly fact.'
'Which is?'
'There is a debt of perhaps two trillion dollars out there, owed by governments to governments, by governments to banks, and there is not one chance
The Green Ripper in hell it can ever be paid back. There is not enough productive capacity in He world, plus enough raw materials, to provide maintenance of plant plus enough overage even to keep up with the mounting interest.'
'What happens? It gets written off?'
He looked at me with a pitying expression. 'All the major world currencies will collapse. Trade will cease. Without trade, without the mechanical-scientific apparatus running, the planet won't support its four billion people, or perhaps even half that. Agribusiness feeds the world. Hydrocarbon utilization heats and houses and clothes the people. There will be fear, hate, anger, death. The new barbarism. Thae will be plague and poison. And then the new Dark Ages.'
'Should I pack?'
'Go ahead. Scoff. What the sane people and sane governments are trying to do is scuffle a little more breathing space, a little more time, before the collapse.'
'How much time have we got?'
'of nobody pushes the wrong-button or puts a bomb under the wrong castle, I would give us five more years at worst, twelve at best. What is triggering it is the crisis of reduced expectations. All over the world people are suddenly coming to realize that their children and grandchildren are going to have it worse than they did, that the trend line is down. So they want to blame somebody. They want to hoot and holler in the streets and burn something down.'
'whose side are you on?'
'I'm one of the scufflers. Cut and paste. FLX the world with paper clips and rubber bands.'
'Are you trying to depress me, old buddy?'
'On Pearl Harbor Day?'
'So it is.'
'And with each passing year it is going to seem ever more quaint, the little tin airplanes bombing the sleepy iron giants.'
'There you go again.'
He yawned and I noticed again how worn he looked. The international conference had been held in Zurich. There had been high hopes the news- papers said for a solution to the currency problems, but as it went on and on and on, interest could not be sustained, nor could hope.
'How was the trip back, Meyer?'
'] was too sound asleep to notice.'
'~id you all just sit around and read papers to each other?'
'There was some of that. Yes. But most of it was workshop, computer analysis. Peed all the known, unchangeable factors into the program, and then add the ones that can be changed, predicating inter- dependence, making the variations according to a pattern, and analyzing the shape of the world that emerges, each one a computer model. Very bright young specialists assisted. We came out all too
The Green Ripper close to the doom anticipated by the Club of Rome, no matter how we switched the data around. It comes down to this, Travis there are too many mouths to feed. One million three hundred thousand more every week! And of all people who have ever been alive on Earth, more than half are living right now. We are gnawing the planet bare, and technology can't keep pace with need.'
I had never seen him more serious, or more depressed. I fixed him a fresh drink when Gretel arrived. I met her, and after the welcome lass, she looked over my shoulder and gave a whoop of surprise and pleasure at seeing Meyer. She thrust me aside and ran into his delighted bear hug. Then she held him off at arm's long& and tilted her head to give him her brown-eyed measuring stare.
'Lou look awful!' she said. Thou look lice you just got out of jail.'
'Fairly good guess. And you look fantastic, Gretel.,'
Yt goes wi& the job. I got sort of sloppy living on this barge, eating too much and drinking too much Today I jogged wi& four sets of raffles.. I must have done seven miles. I've got the greatest new job.'
'Travis was telling me about it.'
'You'll have to come out and let me show you around.' Quite suddenly the enthusiasm had faded out of her voice. I couldn't imagine why. She gave me a quick look and looked away, and went to the galley to fix herself one of her vegetable juice cocktails.
I followed her and said, 'Is something wrong out there?'
'No. Of course not.'
'Hey, Grets. This here is me. Asking.'
HI hear you asking. I think I might fall right off the wagon right now. I'm down to where I can spare a few pounds. Straight Boodles and rocks, okay?'
'When you come down off it, you come down a way.'
She leaned against a storage locker as I fixed her drink. I looked at her, a great lithe woman who, on tiptoe, could almost look me in the eye. Thick brown sun-streaked hair, dark brown eyes, film jaw, broad mouth, high-bridged imperious nose. A woman of passion, intensity, good humor, mocking grace, and a very irritating and compelling need for total or almost total independence. During all the lazy weeks aboard The Busted Flush when, after the death of her brother in Timber Bay, I had brought her all the way around the peninsula to Fort Lauderdale, we had arrived at last at a relationship she had decided did not threaten her freedom. She was a hearty and sensuous woman, and for a long time she was suspicious and reluctant in lovemaking, apparently feeling that my in- creasing knowledge of her body's resources, its needs and rhythms and special stimuli, was some
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Lee Green Ripper how an exercise in ownership. But after she decided to accept completely, she became herself forthright, evocative, and deliciously bawdy when the mood was upon her.
After she took a sip of her
