A Beautiful Truth

A Beautiful Truth

by Colin McAdam

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A Beautiful Truth by Colin McAdam

Told simultaneously from the perspective of humans and chimpanzees, set in a Vermont home and a Florida primate research facility, A Beautiful Truthat times brutal, at others deeply movingis about the simple truths that transcend species, the meaning of family, the lure of belonging, and the capacity for survival.

A portion of this book's proceeds benefits Save the Chimps, the world's largest chimpanzee sanctuary.

A powerful and haunting meditation on human nature told from the dual perspectives of a Vermont family that has adopted a chimp as a surrogate son, and a group of chimpanzees in a Florida research institute.

Looee, a chimp raised by a well-meaning and compassionate human couple who cannot conceive a baby of their own, is forever set apart.  He’s not human, but with his peculiar upbringing he is no longer like other chimps.  One tragic night Looee’s two natures collide and their unique family is forever changed.

At the Girdish Institute in Florida, a group of chimpanzees has been studied for decades.  The work at Girdish has proven that chimps have memories and solve problems, that they can learn language and need friends, and that they build complex cultures. They are political, altruistic, get angry, and forgive. When Looee is moved to the Institute, he is forced to try to find a place in their world.

A Beautiful Truth
is an epic and heartfelt story about parenthood, friendship, loneliness, fear and conflict, about the things we hold sacred as humans and how much we have in common with our animal relatives. A novel of great heart and wisdom from a literary master, it exposes the yearnings, cruelty, and resilience of all great apes.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781616953782
Publisher: Soho Press, Incorporated
Publication date: 05/13/2014
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Colin McAdam's novel Some Great Thing won the Amazon/Books in Canada First Novel Award and was nominated for the Governor General’s Literary Award, the Rogers Writers’ Trust Fiction Prize, the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize, and for the John Llewellyn Rhys Prize in the UK. His second novel, Fall, was shortlisted for the Scotiabank Giller Prize and awarded the Paragraphe Hugh MacLennan Prize. He has written for Harper's and lives in Toronto.


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5

What do you see when you look at me.
   The Girdish Institute had its origins in the 1920s, when William
Girdish made a trip to Buenos Aires. He had heard of a large private zoo owned by a wealthy woman in that city, and it was there that he saw his first chimpanzees. He was beguiled by them and endeavoured to learn as much as he could about their nature and habitat.
   He heard stories from the staff and zookeeper and witnessed their obvious empathy and charming curiosity, and he bonded with one in particular.
   At dinners in the US he would tell stories from this place, like the one about the chimp who developed an attraction to one of the pretty cooks of the household. This chimp would watch her in the kitchen from his cage with obvious desire, and over time she grew unsettled by his attention. She asked one of the staff to erect a barrier to his view, and boards were nailed to the outside of his cage. The man with the boards who took away the sight of his beloved was attacked a year later. The chimpanzee had harboured a grudge all that time, and found an opportunity when the man was doing repairs to the door of his cage.
   Girdish set about gathering his own collection of chimps and other primates, bringing them over to one of his properties in
Florida, near Jacksonville. He was a gentleman amateur, the only son of a land-owning family, and he had property throughout the South.
   He believed that much could be learned from primates, chimps in particular, that they were a link to our past and could explain much of our behaviour. In this respect he was ahead of his time,
and there were few in the world who knew as much about apes as he did. He travelled and sent envoys to Africa and housed a growing collection of apes and monkeys in and around the greenhouse,
observatory and staff buildings of that property.
   He established the institute and started a breeding program.
   He developed a philosophy of what the ideal research subject would be in terms of health, size and character. He and his colleagues steadily developed tests, both mental and physical, which slowly confirmed, in demonstrable scientific terms, how closely we were linked to these creatures.
   When he died in the 1940s he left a large endowment and his work was carried on. Through the development of breakthrough drugs the institute attracted funding from the federal government and from companies around the world.
   The old observatory and staff buildings were kept and it was here that behavioural studies remained and the field station developed. The new main building expanded and the biomedical studies became the lucrative focus of the institute. But the beating heart for many was the field station.
   The original buildings had an Art Deco quality, soon hidden by various additions. There were the sleeping quarters, which had expanded over time, a winter playroom and a large safe area where cognitive tests took place. There were kitchens, offices, bedrooms,
a garden which supplied some of the produce for the chimps, and numerous old rooms whose purposes changed over time.
   David Kennedy eventually became director of the field station,
and oversaw its expansion. Since the late 1970s you could say that this part of the institute mimicked the life of a man. Its early days were of directionless and unlimited enthusiasm and were shaped over time by conflict, financial reality and the needs of others. When
David realized his personality, where his true interests lay, the field station took its present shape. But while curiosity sometimes dies and old enthusiasms seem foolish, the nature of the field station prevented it from ever being static, and passion never diminished.
Even when the population settled, nothing was ever settled.
   In vivid memory, his family were Podo, Jonathan, Burke and Mr.
Ghoul. Bootie, Magda, Mama and Beanie. Fifi and her open heart.
All the names he didn’t want to give them and the sadness that he didn’t want to see.
   David tells his assistants, when they first arrive, that they can never choose favourites. Observe, but never judge. He knows that it is an ideal—as if any ape can look without assessment: fruit is never fruit, it is either ripe or rotten. People are never people.
He had an assistant once whose logs were always coloured by her distaste for promiscuity. It was never simply Jonathan mounts
Fifi; there was always a hint of morality, a suggestion of wantonness or assault. He sat her down and said do you have a boyfriend. She was twenty-nine and had been married for seven years.
   He said when you go home tonight and you find whatever way you find to encourage your husband to hold you, make sure that you forgive him.
   His staff have come and gone in numbers. He has grown, he hopes, more compassionate with age.
   It’s a guideline, a piece of advice that David repeats, despite himself. Try not to choose favourites, try not to dislike some of them.
   He brings prospective assistants out to one of the towers and tests how quickly they can distinguish between the chimps. If they have that rudimentary skill, he gives them twenty minutes to observe a group. If the group seems peaceful and pensive and the kids have fun, a bad observer will say they were peaceful and pensive and the kids had fun. A good observer will say the alpha slept, as did two of the females. Male chimp C sat near the moat as if on guard, and the juveniles alternately rested and played. Male chimp
B, before he lay down, bowed to male chimp A (though asleep).
The females stayed closer to male chimp B as they rested. Female chimp C would look towards sleeping male chimp B whenever the juveniles made noise, instead of reprimanding them directly or looking to the alpha, suggesting a possible shift in power.
   Small things are big, every movement matters, morals blind us to seeing the bigger picture, and if you don’t have the empathy to watch for these things, get out of here.
   But, at some level, it really was impossible not to judge. Their talk over lunch was always about personalities. Who was mean and what was wonderful.
   Do you have a favourite, David.
   He could rarely think of Podo without imagining some beloved,
long-reigning king.
   Something about Fifi, who weighed two hundred pounds,
made him think of Farrah Fawcett.
   And he had never met a chimpanzee as gentle as Mr. Ghoul.

6

Looee was quiet and still for over a month, waking only to feed or if he felt Judy moving away. His lips quivered whenever she put him down, though he was neither feverish nor cold. She knew he needed the feel of her body and she felt his panic when she saw him shiver. She rested him on her shoulder when she cooked.
Applesauce, candied carrots, everything warmed by stove, mouth or hand till it held the heat of a body surprised by love. She crushed bananas, scooped the purée with the tip of her little finger, felt the tickle of his pink boy’s tongue as he sucked, the pull inside at her feet, groin and heart.
   Walt got sick and said I think I caught whatever it was he caught, and Judy looked after them both. Walt was ever brave before the wailing train of life’s horrific surprises, but he wasn’t good with the flu. Judy he said, and nnn he said, and I feel sicker than, and he rarely finished a sentence. He wondered whether it was right to be sharing a bed with a chimpanzee and he dreamt of eating prunes on a wavy sea.
   New life was in the house. Two arms, two legs, grasping fingers,
inquisitive hunger, a shock from a dream that freezes the limbs,
subsidence into adorable sleep, and mouth on skin, he needs me I
need him to need me I need him. I’m tired. She slept.
   She kept the fire burning into May and the house acquired a sweeter, nuttier smell that was unpleasant to visitors. The bedroom grew layers of terry cloth and tissue and she kept the bathroom hot in case Looee needed warmth and wet for his lungs. Walt was hot,
Walt was cold, Walt was grateful and uneasy and finally hungry and better. He explored the changing house and watched her cook with their new friend over her shoulder.
   He’ll hold your finger like a baby.
   I know.
   This house is hotter than inside a moose he said. Maybe it’s time to crack a window.
   The cloud of rheum, the film of incomprehensible memories,
was lifting from Looee’s eyes, and looking down was Judy. The more his eyes cleared, the more curious and intimate Judy got.
Walt bought some toys like a ball and a doll and a bone. He wondered what the hairy little guy could do.
   These were the days that Judy, months later, remembered when she sat on the living room floor and pondered the strangeness of her life, how none of it seemed strange till now, and now there was nothing strange, this was her little Looee. She fed him formula, not plain old milk as Henry Morris had suggested. He was fifty percent bigger in four months and Dr. Worsley was correct in figuring he was smaller than normal when he had come to them. He figured he was possibly a year, year and a half, who knows.
   The loss of a mother and the travel from Africa typically killed most chimps his age, but Judy’s presence saved him. Questions naturally occurred to them about where he came from, what ground, what air, but Henry and the circus had moved on. When you plant a sapling, sometimes you don’t care where the seed was from. They decided that as far as Looee was concerned, this was where he came from, right here.
   He slept in their bed for the first several months. Walt would sometimes be awakened by Looee running his fingers through his hair or playing with his lips and trying to pry his mouth open with those little fingers of his, I’ll be darned. They always woke up with him in the middle of the bed—he never liked anyone coming between him and Judy.
   The difference between Looee and a less hairy baby was that he could move a lot better. He could support his weight, hang on to things and climb. He never left Judy, but she could usually rest her arms.
   And he did enjoy a tickle.
   Walt thought back to the laughing chimp in the circus and figured Looee’s laugh was different. Looee’s laugh was real. You’d get him on the bed and when you’d wedge your fingers into his little armpits he smiled with his lower lip more than with his upper and then he started this little chuckle like the uck in chuckle or the ick in tickle but softer and Christ it was funny and cute. And he’d stand up and squeeze your nose then throw himself down again and away you’d go with more of a tickle on his belly and thighs,
Walt and Judy’s four hands on their little hairy piano.
   He had pale hands, black fingernails, a pale face and feet, and a little white tuft of hair on his rump that Judy liked to pat before she put his diaper on. The hair on his body was a little wiry, though
Judy found ways to soften it up. There was a little boy’s body under there.
   He was squirmy in their bed and they didn’t sleep well for a long time. Walt set things up for the future. It was a large old house, with a couple of spare bedrooms that Judy had long ago decorated with insincere finality. Solid desks for future business,
beds that only existed to display her latest linens. Walt took a big oak wardrobe, laid it on its back and made a sort of crib.
   They were happy to see that room change. Walt took a chainsaw to the mattress and resized it so it would fit in the flatlying wardrobe, and why they thought the walls of a crib would contain a chimpanzee was part of a daily chorus of I didn’t think of that.
   He caused quite a fuss later when he had to sleep in his own bed. He jumped on the dresser and kicked Judy’s makeup, jumped down and halfway up Walt to hit his chest, and sometimes he removed his diaper, smeared his mattress and returned with a look that said you can’t expect me to sleep there it’s disgusting. He would walk to Judy with his palm up and whimpering, and she was quite susceptible to that. But Walt prevailed and Looee later loved his bedroom and bed.
   He hung around Judy’s neck or back throughout the day watching everything she did. He slept a lot, but wouldn’t sleep unless she lay near, and Judy cursed the noisy floorboards whenever she snuck away. His screams when he awoke had a visceral effect on her—she had no choice but to drop whatever she was doing because it felt like either the world was ending or his noises would make it end.
   Sometimes he played on his own, but never beyond the bounds of whatever room Judy was in and not for very long. He was a toddler with the agility of an acrobat, so his play was usually spectacular.
   She had to think of him constantly—that’s what occurred to her over the years as she looked back; that’s what soon made him more than a pet. He wasn’t self-sufficient, he always needed company—not just the presence of bodies, but society; he needed the emotional engagement of others. There was no denying him.
   You could step over Murphy on your way to doing other things or tell him to shush if he was barking. With Looee you simply couldn’t ignore him, and if he was complaining about something it would have to be addressed with just as much care as with a child. When Judy first used the vacuum cleaner, Looee screamed and leapt onto her face. She had to turn it off, show him how the power button worked and how the hose sucked up dirt. He was in a heightened emotional state whenever it came out of the closet,
but he was soon able to turn it on, pull it around the house and vacuum in his own way.
   The truth was that Walt and Judy woke up most mornings with the happy suspicion that something today would be new.
Despite her tiredness there was a new sense of vitality in Judy,
and as much as she sometimes yearned for peace she couldn’t imagine returning to their old routines or waking up to days without these fresh concerns.
   You look rosier in the cheek said Walt. Let me kiss that.
   There was a loss of spontaneity in their lives but it was more of a shift than a loss. They couldn’t decide out of the blue to drive to
Stowe for dinner or make love on the couch with that surprise of skin and heart. Looee had an especially uncanny knack for knowing when they were getting close to each other, sensing the change of energy between their bodies like a blind man knows that a flower is red. He added a different range of surprises to their life.
   Looee wasn’t keen on going outside at first, but he ventured onto the verandah. He was so attached to Judy that she was never worried about him going far. When it was really warm the following year she let him roam without clothes. She held his hands above his head and stood behind him, trying to teach him to walk upright—
assuming that he would one day walk on twos despite his arms seeming longer than his legs. They walked hand in hand to the old apple tree which had just lost its bloom. He sat down and picked up some dry blossoms, smelled them, scattered them, made a soft noise and handed some blossoms to Judy.
   Thank you Looee.
   She didn’t know that he had ridden his mother’s back when she had climbed trees and he didn’t remember himself, but one day he looked up the apple tree and climbed it.
   He went to the top and she told him to come down. She tapped on a branch that was just above her head. He came down and hung from the branch and she couldn’t believe how strong and dexterous his limbs had become.
   There was a long period of keeping to themselves, making adjustments, enjoying the fact that sometimes family is society enough.
   He understood a lot of what they said, and they were regularly surprised. They sensed how he learned, and taught him the names of body parts. The three would sit on the couch, and Judy would say where’s daddy’s nose. Looee would point to Walt’s nose.
Where’s daddy’s eyes. Where’s Looee’s belly.
   Sometimes he stared off in space and sometimes he pointed to his own eyes when Judy asked him to point to hers. He was either getting it wrong or showing there was no difference.
   He was always watching, and aware of anything new. A wallet in the hand, a hairpin, rubber boots on a rainy day—anything unusual attracted his inspection. And he had unusual preferences which might otherwise be called taste. He screamed at a La-Z-Boy that Walt bought and was terrified when it reclined.
   The house was mapped in his mind, and he didn’t like change unless it came from himself. Judy had a rubber plant which she was very proud of, that she would move around the house at different times of the year to find the right light and humidity.
   She moved it to the landing and found it later in the living room where it had been for its first few months. She moved it again,
and again found it back in the living room. She asked Walt why he kept putting her rubber plant back in the living room and he said why do you keep stealing my toggle bolts. Looee rested on
Judy’s hip and stared at a pendant piece of amber as though it was a caramel Shangri-La.
   Judy stared at Walt. I don’t think I know what a toggle bolt is she said.
   The work required was staggering. For the first year or so Looee stayed close to Judy, and even though his curiosity meant spills and surprises, it was kept within a limited range. His constant presence would have been a trial for any mother, and Judy was the tiniest bit relieved when he got bored with her for a moment. But when his range expanded, they had to be prepared.
   A padlock on the fridge was an obvious measure. The old high doorknobs on most of the doors in the house were a boon to Walt and Judy because he wasn’t tall enough for a while. But he had quietly observed them in all their daily tasks and soon knew how to deal with every handle, knob, lever, door, switch, clasp, plug,
button, tie or unlocked lock in the house. And because he was so good at climbing there was little they could put beyond his reach.
Walt remembered the cage which Henry Morris used for
Buddy. He proposed it, and Judy said absolutely not.
   Judy made checklists all around the house and tried to keep loose objects secured unless they were willing to sacrifice them as missiles or toys. Walt put padlocks on most of the cupboards. He tried to make the electrical outlets safer and always kept an eye over his shoulder when he was manning the grill; but he also figured a burn here and there was the surest way to learn.
   Looee had an insatiable appetite for playing. And because of the weather in Vermont it often meant that diversions were required indoors. He loved hide-and-seek, but sometimes played it when others didn’t know he was playing. He climbed onto the mantel one afternoon and watched as Judy walked around the house calling his name. Looee it’s time to clean up the dining room, come on my little man, my Looee where are you. When she came around the corner he leapt from the mantel onto her shoulders and she lost control of her bladder. He then walked to the bathroom, took toilet paper and ran around the house, unravelling it and laughing.
   Judy’s concern was not her own emotional state so much as how he reacted to it. When he saw her fear or anger he got frightened himself and he would run around screaming, trying to find comfort where he could until he felt he could touch her or get a hug. It magnified the impact of simple frights and required massive mental energy from Judy to feel calm almost before her fear.
   They usually found such delight in seeing how much he could do, though, and, when they were in the right mood, they loved to watch him play. He learned by observation, by staring and remembering.
   He learned to crack eggs. You sit up on the counter there.
   He held the electric beater. He could spread butter on his toast with a knife. It was rarely done with grace or without a mess, but they imagined he would one day be more careful.
   He loved to wear Walt’s ski-doo helmet, which was half the size of his body. He wore it backwards and walked into furniture. He laughed every time he hit something, and it was impossible not to laugh when he laughed. Larry saw him do this, and Walt said do other animals laugh.
   Sometimes he could sit still. He liked magazines, especially ones that focused on home decoration and women. He loved pictures of women sitting in family rooms and he would make his I like this noise, that creamy repetition of ooo through his soft lip-trumpet,
and he would look at Judy and tap the page with the back of his fingers. There were lovely minutes where she could settle him down with a magazine and read one of her own or do some work in the kitchen with the sound of I like this in the house.
   When he misbehaved they tried to be patient with him, but they had their own ways of making him obey when patience was exhausted. With Judy, the most effective was to make him feel guilty. You’re going to make mummy sad if you do that. Do you want mummy to cry.
   His natural way of apologizing was to come to you with his hand held out, shrugging and bowing as if to acknowledge that,
while he had had no choice, what he had done was wrong.
   Walt found that shouts and threats were the best way to bring him in line. He was never physical—he never had to be. Looee instinctively understood that shouts were a prelude to something worse. Shout at him, and be done with it. They always got on well immediately after an outburst.
   At some level these negotiations and struggles for power meant that Walt couldn’t help but see him as an equal—a child perhaps,
but certainly not an animal. There was never any sense of ownership or mastery.
   Walt shouted and took Looee in his arms and they went out for a drive, and Walt slapped his hands away whenever he reached for the wheel.
   When it came to the artificial niceties of human life, he had his own approach. He ate with cutlery. They never taught him or said that he should; he just saw them doing it and wanted to do everything they did. If they presented him with a bowl of food, he never dug in without a fork or spoon. He only drank from a cup or glass.
   He wore diapers for the first couple of years and they tried to train him to use the toilet. Looee had always been fascinated by it; he would let neither of them go into the bathroom alone and would flush for hours if he had his druthers—but getting him to use it himself had been a struggle. Walt had placed a step up to the toilet to encourage Looee to pee standing up, but he wouldn’t.
Walt demonstrated how it was done but Looee either tapped on
Walt’s penis or drank from Walt’s stream, and the two would emerge from the bathroom confused for different reasons about the significance of urine. Looee now went into the bathroom on his own sometimes and otherwise used a portable potty. There were accidents, of course, as with any other child, and sometimes he was deliberately dirty.
   They learned that the ability to lie comes naturally to everyone.
   They never taught him to toy with the truth but they saw him do it early and it was often potty-related.
   Judy had annoyed him by refusing to tickle or play with him,
having done so for two hours. He went into the living room and shat on her sheepskin rug.
   She was very upset when she discovered it and said why did you do that. He shook his head as though it hadn’t been him and he gestured towards the garage where Walt was tinkering.
   It was daddy who did that, was it.
   He nodded.
   Walt put up a swing set in the front yard. Looee helped him fetch pieces to put it together, and as soon as it was upright he couldn’t get enough of it. He ripped the seats off and swung from the chains.
   Walt built a wonderland for Looee out front. Tires from tractors and cars which he flipped, hid in, gnawed on and rolled. Looee spent hours out there, not yet eager to explore beyond the property.
He and Walt would come in sweaty and hoot when Judy said we’re eating Italian rice balls tonight.
   Judy bathed Looee and relaxed him with body lotion. She put him to bed while Walt envisioned his next day’s work downstairs.
Conversations foreseen and successes planned, if this goes that way and that goes that way.
   On the weekend Walt and Looee worked in the garage.
   Walt said get me the ballpeen hammer. The one with the black handle.

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"This book tells a riveting story that breathlessly and beautifully swallows the reader, so there is the sensation of being in there and not just observing what happens. McAdam's style is perfect for his subject: the intensity of young love and the intensity of self-hatred. Reading it is a marvelous experience."—Elizabeth Strout, bestselling author of Olive Kitteridge

"Fierce, dark, and disturbing-Fall is a journey into obsession and desire. The characters are complicated, real, and passionate. I read this novel from cover to cover in a single sitting, then told everyone I know to do the same. A haunting, memorable book."—Aryn Kyle, author of The God of Animals

"There's a smattering of Lord of the Flies, more than a touch of A Separate Peace, and an undercurrent of Catcher in the Rye ... this coming of age story is easily on par with those classics ... [McAdam's] perspective on the human situation is incisive and innovative ... Heralded as one of Canada's most interesting new writers—despite the fact that he really is a citizen of the world."—The Globe and Mail

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