Big Ray: A Novel

Big Ray: A Novel

by Michael Kimball

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ISBN-13: 9781608198542
Publisher: Bloomsbury USA
Publication date: 09/04/2012
Pages: 192
Product dimensions: 8.20(w) x 5.80(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Michael Kimball is the author of The Way the Family Got Away, Dear Everybody, and, most recently, Us, and his novels have been translated into a dozen languages. His work has been featured on NPR's All Things Considered and in the Guardian, Vice, Bomb, and New York Tyrant. He is also responsible for the project Michael Kimball Writes Your Life Story (on a postcard) and a couple of documentary films. He lives in Baltimore. Visit his website at http://michael-kimball.com.

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Big Ray

A Novel
By Michael Kimball

Bloomsbury

Copyright © 2012 Michael Kimball
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-60819-854-2


Chapter One

My father probably died on January 28, 2005, but I wouldn't know he was dead until a few days later when my sister called to tell me. My father lived alone and nobody else knew he was already dead either.

* * *

January 29, 2005, would have been my mother and father's forty-fifth wedding anniversary—if my father hadn't died the day before, if my mother hadn't divorced him ten years before that.

* * *

I turned thirty-eight years old on February 1, 2005, but my father didn't call me to wish me a happy birthday, which was odd because my father called me nearly every day. I realized he hadn't called for the few days before my birthday either, which was also odd, but I thought my father was probably just waiting to call me on my birthday. It wasn't until the next day, February 2, that I realized my father hadn't called me because he was dead.

* * *

The next evening, I walked into the house and I heard somebody talking. It was my sister leaving a message on the answering machine. I thought she was probably calling me to wish me a happy birthday, but her voice didn't sound right, and I couldn't understand what she was saying. I picked the telephone up and started saying my sister's name. I repeated it until I got her attention. I knew there was something wrong and I was letting her know I was there.

* * *

I couldn't get my sister to tell me what was wrong. She was crying and I couldn't get her to stop. She was sobbing and then she started saying my name. She was repeating my name. She was getting ready to say something difficult. My sister caught her breath. She told me our father was dead.

* * *

I don't remember what I said back. I just remember how hot my face felt. The skin on my cheeks and my forehead suddenly felt wet. I felt like I was running a fever. I felt like I had gotten very sick very fast and I was going to throw up. My chin started to shake and my eyelids fluttered. My eyes couldn't focus. I remember looking around the room like I didn't know where I was anymore. Maybe my eyes were looking for my father even though my brain knew I was never going to see him again.

* * *

The rest of that telephone call is difficult to remember. I think I might have said, No—as if I was disagreeing with my sister, as if I could have brought my father back to life just by denying he died. Or I might have said, Oh no—as if it was some kind of accident that could be fixed and didn't really concern me. The more I think about it, the more I think I said, Oh no—which seems so stupid now, so inadequate. I'm sure my father would have been disappointed with my response, if he had known what it was. My father was disappointed with so many things about me.

* * *

I remember how I wanted to hang up the telephone. I wanted my sister to call back and say something else. I wanted her to sing happy birthday to me.

* * *

I asked my sister what happened and she said she didn't know. She told me she had spoken with the police and the coroner's office. She would call me back when she knew more.

* * *

I hung up the telephone and I stood there looking at it on the wall of the kitchen. My wife had come into the kitchen and she was standing next to me. She must have known from the tone of my voice that something was wrong. She put her arms around me and we stood there in the kitchen holding on to each other and not saying anything.

* * *

I stared at the telephone on the wall. I waited for it to ring again.

* * *

It was a couple of hours before my sister called back. She told me she would go to the funeral home in the morning. She said there wasn't anything else to do until then. I remember how I just agreed with her. There wasn't anything anybody could do.

* * *

I went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. My wife followed me and lay down beside me. My father was dead and it felt like the whole world had changed. My wife held on to me and I lay in bed with a pillow over my face. It was all I could do right then.

* * *

After I found out my father had died, I cried so much that first night my face got puffy, my eyes prickly and dried out. I felt wired with grief and I couldn't sleep. It was physically exhausting to have a dead father.

* * *

My father's obituary lists February 2, 2005, as the official date of death even though that's just the day my father was found dead. The obituary also notes that my father was a member of the Waverly School Board and that he enjoyed playing cards, hunting, and fishing. It is sad. Those are the most notable things about my father that could be written in an obituary.

The obituary then lists the family that preceded my father in death and the family that survived my father. I'm one of the people who survived.

(Continues...)



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Big Ray: A Novel 2.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read Big Ray in two sittings. thoroughly enjoyed it. somehow I couldn't help thinking this more a true story than a novel. BUT WHAT ARE THESE OTHER TWO REVIEWS THAT HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH BIG RAY AND ARE FILTHY TO PUT IT NICELY?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Way too confusing......and the door is locked...how did the other teachers get in? No offense but terribly written. Too short...to much details crammed in.....too short. Infact it deserves negativw amount of stars but sadly it cant do that. Try something better story writer