{"id":109003,"date":"2017-03-22T16:45:41","date_gmt":"2017-03-22T20:45:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=109003"},"modified":"2017-03-22T17:16:01","modified_gmt":"2017-03-22T21:16:01","slug":"lisa-halliday-fiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2017\/03\/22\/lisa-halliday-fiction\/","title":{"rendered":"Lisa Halliday, Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_108991\" style=\"width: 1010px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/lisa-halliday-by-vittore-buzzi-copy.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-108991\" class=\"wp-image-108991 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/lisa-halliday-by-vittore-buzzi-copy.jpg\" width=\"1000\" height=\"800\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/lisa-halliday-by-vittore-buzzi-copy.jpg 1000w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/lisa-halliday-by-vittore-buzzi-copy-300x240.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/lisa-halliday-by-vittore-buzzi-copy-768x614.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-108991\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Lisa Halliday. Photo by Vittore Buzzi.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 18\">\n<div class=\"section\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lisa\u00a0Halliday\u2019s work has appeared in <em>The Paris Review<\/em>.\u00a0She previously worked at The Wylie Agency and is a freelance editor and translator in Milan. Her novel, <em>Asymmetry<\/em>, will be published by Simon and Schuster in 2018.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><em>An excerpt from<\/em>\u00a0Asymmetry<em>:<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It was still four-four in the bottom of the ninth when he muted a Viagra ad and swiveled brightly to face her. \u201cDarling, in the cooler in the back of the deli here on the corner they have H\u00e4agen Dazs bars. Do you want one?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNow?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSure. You\u2019ll be right back. But listen. I want vanilla on the inside, chocolate on the outside, nuts. If they don\u2019t have that I want chocolate on the inside, chocolate on the outside, no nuts. And if they don\u2019t have that I want vanilla on the inside, chocolate on the outside, no nuts. Plus whatever you want, darling. My wallet\u2019s right on the table there. Go!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>At the deli they only had raspberry. And in the convenience store one block up they had only chocolate on the inside, chocolate on the outside, nuts. Alice picked one up and stared at it for a faintly agonizing moment \u2014 it wasn\u2019t even the right brand \u2014 before putting it back again and running the long block over to Amsterdam, where, in the narrow all-sorts shop that sold pornography next to Caramel Creams, she found, in the back, a freezer stocked almost exclusively with vanilla on the inside, chocolate on the outside, nuts.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cS\u00ed!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The cashier was eating takeout and watching a television stashed under the counter. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d Alice asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOrtiz struck out.\u201d Fork aloft, he continued watching for a moment before lifting his free hand to take Ezra\u2019s money; when at last he looked up and saw the B on Alice\u2019s hat he inhaled sharply. \u201cAh, la enemiga.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere have you been?\u201d Ezra asked her when she got back.<\/p>\n<p>In the twelfth inning, Ortiz tried to steal second but was called out after Jeter, legs spread, sprung vertically into the air to catch a high throw from Posada. He snagged it, and, after seeming to hang in space for an impossibly long moment, returned to the ground and tagged Papi on the back.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMy God,\u201d said Ezra, pointing his ice cream stick at the screen. \u201cFor a moment I thought I was watching Nijinsky.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUgh. I can\u2019t stand him. Look how smug he looks.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRemember when we used to have sex, Mary-Alice?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe was safe!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo he wasn\u2019t, darling.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes he was!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>In the thirteenth, Varitek dropped three knuckleballs, letting Yankees advance to second and third. Alice groaned. Another sign went up in the stands: BELIEVE.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIn what?\u201d said Ezra. \u201cThe Tooth Fairy?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>With two outs in the bottom of the fourteenth, Ortiz fouled right, then left, plus two more fouls up and over the backstop, then hit a fair ball that dropped down in centerfield, driving Johnny Damon home.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHoooraaaaaaaayy!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll right, Choo. That\u2019s it. Time for bed.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUh, Mary-Alice,\u201d he said to her voicemail the following morning, less than an hour after she\u2019d left. \u201cI\u2019m sorry to ask you this, but before you come over here this evening \u2014 I assume you are coming over here this evening \u2014 would you mind first going to Zabar\u2019s and picking up some applesauce? The chunky kind? I\u2019ll pay you back.\u201d His voice sounded flat and irritable, drained of the previous evening\u2019s garrulousness, and when Alice arrived after an emergency e-book meeting that had run the full length of the afternoon he was holding his back, pacing and grimacing again, the television on mute and an electric heating pad warming the empty seat of his chair. As quietly as she could she put the applesauce into the refrigerator, got a tumbler down from the cupboard, and unwound the wax on a new bottle of Knob Creek. CALL MEL RE: WILL read a Post-it note stuck to the counter. A second note next to it read Q-TIPS!!! Even the way this looked in his incontrovertible hand made her feel a fool for ever thinking she could write. When she looked up again he was in his chair, neck stoically erect, the back of his head like a wax copy of itself if not for its infinitesimal pulsing.<\/p>\n<p>She carried her drink to the bed and lay across it. In the flickering silence they watched the pre-game graphics as intently as if any moment now their own life expectancies would be posted there. GAME 3: LONGEST 9 INN. GAME IN POSTSEASON HISTORY (4:20). GAME 5: LONGEST GAME IN POSTSEASON HISTORY (5:49). 21 HOURS, 46 MINUTES TOTAL OF 1ST 5 GAMES. 1,864 PITCHES. Alice memorized each lineup, briefly contemplated life in the Dominican Republic, and wondered about dinner. Her instinct, as ever, if not innate then informed by old childhood fears, was to ride out and perhaps even allay such moods by being as still and quiet as possible. But the bourbon had different ideas.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI love that color,\u201d she said, when the screen cut to a wide shot of Yankee Stadium with its grass mown into stripes that were actually two slightly different shades of emerald.<\/p>\n<p>A long moment later, Ezra replied in a low and even voice: \u201cYes. Night-game green.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When Jon Lieber took to the mound, Alice got up again to refresh her drink. \u201cWould it be all right if we turned the sound on now?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>It was too loud, as though the night before they\u2019d been watching with a dozen friends all laughing and chatting at once, and one of the announcers had a slight Southern accent that sounded almost stoned in its serenity, the other a rich, reassuring baritone not dissimilar to the one that narrated the Viagra ads. Babbling away about the bullpen, Curt Schilling\u2019s tendon, and the \u201cdifficult conditions\u201d presented by the weather, their voices filled the little room like disembodied dinner guests trying to ignore the tension mounting between their hosts. Forecast: Drizzle. Wind speed: 14MPH, left to right. Superimposed against the misty skyline, her and Ezra\u2019s reflections in the yellow glow of his reading lamp had the trapped and inanimate look of dollhouse detainees. Alone together, together alone&#8230; Except of course they weren\u2019t alone. Ezra\u2019s pain was with them. Ezra, his pain, and Alice, barely tolerable envoy from the enraging world of the healthy.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2017\/03\/22\/whiting-2017\/\" target=\"_blank\">Read more work from the 2017 Whiting Award winners<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Read an excerpt from \u2018Asymmetry\u2019 by Lisa Halliday, winner of a 2017 Whiting Award for fiction.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":912,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[27930],"tags":[27950,71,27949,27948,27947],"class_list":["post-109003","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-whiting-awards-2017","tag-asymmetry","tag-fiction","tag-lisa-halliday","tag-whiting-award","tag-whiting-award-2017"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO Premium plugin 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