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ALSO BY STEVEN MILLHAUSER
DANGEROUS LAUGHTER
THE KING IN THE TREE
ENCHANTED NIGHT
THE KNIFE THROWER
MARTIN DRESSLER
LITTLE KINGDOMS
THE BARNUM MUSEUM
FROM THE REALM OF MORPHEUS
IN THE PENNY ARCADE
PORTRAIT OF A ROMANTIC
EDWIN MULLHOUSE

THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A. KNOPF
Copyright © 2011 by Steven Millhauser
All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto
.
www.aaknopf.com
Knopf, Borzoi Books, and the colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc
.
“Tales of Darkness and the Unknown, Vol. XIV: The White Glove” originally appeared in
Tin House;
“Getting Closer” and “The Invasion from Outer Space” originally appeared in
The New Yorker;
and “The Next Thing” originally appeared in
Harper’s.
Selected stories in this work were previously published in the following collections:
“A Protest Against the Sun” (first published in
The New Yorker
), “August Eschenburg” (first published in
Antaeus
)
,
and “Snowmen” (first published in
Grand Street
) in
In the Penny Arcade,
copyright © 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985 by Steven Millhauser
(New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1986)
.
“The Barnum Museum” (first published in
Grand Street
)
,
“The Eighth Voyage of Sinbad” (first published in
Grand Street
)
,
and “Eisenheim the Illusionist” (first published in
Esquire
as “The Illusionist”) in
The Barnum Museum,
copyright © 1990 by Steven Millhauser
(New York: Poseidon Press, 1990)
.
“The Knife Thrower” (first published in
Harper’s
), “A Visit” (first published in
The New Yorker
)
,
“Flying Carpets” (first published in
The Paris Review
)
,
and “Clair de Lune” in
The Knife Thrower,
copyright © 1998 by Steven Millhauser (New York: Crown Publishers, 1998)
.
“Cat ’n’ Mouse” (first published in
The New Yorker
)
,
“The Disappearance of Elaine Coleman” (first published in
The New Yorker
)
,
“History of a Disturbance” (first published in
The New Yorker
)
,
and “The Wizard of West Orange” (first published in
Harper’s
)
in
Dangerous Laughter,
copyright © 2008 by Steven Millhauser (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2008)
.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Millhauser, Steven
.
We others : new and selected stories / Steven Millhauser. –1st ed
.
p. cm
.
eISBN: 978-0-307-70143-5
I. Title
.
PS
3563.
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422
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42 2011
813′.54–dc22    2011000078
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental
.
Jacket design by Peter Mendelsund
v3.1
TO KATE

CONTENTS

Cover

Other Books by This Author

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Author’s Note

NEW STORIES

The Slap

Tales of Darkness and the Unknown, Vol. XIV: The White Glove

Getting Closer

The Invasion from Outer Space

People of the Book

The Next Thing

We Others

SELECTED STORIES

In the Penny Arcade

A Protest Against the Sun

August Eschenburg

Snowmen

The Barnum Museum

The Barnum Museum

The Eighth Voyage of Sinbad

Eisenheim the Illusionist

The Knife Thrower

The Knife Thrower

A Visit

Flying Carpets

Clair de Lune

Dangerous Laughter

Cat ’n’ Mouse

The Disappearance of Elaine Coleman

History of a Disturbance

The Wizard of West Orange

A Note About the Author

Author’s Note

The stories in this collection were written over a period of thirty years. At first I tried to choose stories that seemed to me representative, but I soon realized that the ones omitted from the collection might represent me just as well. My final method had nothing to do with being cautious or dutiful. I chose stories that seized my attention as if they’d been written by someone whose work I had never seen before. What makes a story bad, or good, or better than good, can be explained and understood up to a point, but only up to a point. What’s seductive is mysterious and can never be known. I prefer to leave it at that.

NEW STORIES

The Slap

WALTER LASHER
. One September evening when Walter Lasher returned from the city after a hard day’s work and was walking to his car in the station parking lot, a man stepped out from between two cars, walked up to him, and slapped him hard in the face. Lasher was so startled that he did not move. The man turned and walked briskly away. Lasher was a big man, six one, with broad shoulders and a powerful neck. No one had dared to hit him since the sixth grade. He remembered it still: Jimmy Kubec had pushed him in the chest, and Lasher had swung so hard that he broke Kubec’s nose. Lasher looked around. The man was gone, a few commuters were strolling to their cars. For a moment he had the sensation that he’d dreamed the whole thing: the sudden appearance of the stranger, the slap, the vanishing. His cheek stung: the man had slapped him hard. Lasher entered his car and started home. As he passed under the railroad trestle, crossed Main, and drove along streets lined with maples and sycamores, he kept summoning the little scene in the station parking lot. The man was about five ten, well built, tan trench coat, no hat. It was difficult to remember his face, though he’d made no attempt to hide it and in fact had looked directly at Lasher. What stood out was something about the eyes: a hard, determined look; not rage, exactly—more like a cold sureness. The man had hit him once: hard. Then he had walked away. Lasher pulled over to the side of the road and checked his face in the rearview mirror. He wasn’t certain, but the cheek looked a little red. He pulled back onto the street. The man must have mistaken him for someone else. A crazy guy, some loony off his meds, they should keep them locked up. But he hadn’t looked crazy. Maybe a client, in over his head, unhappy with the performance of his investment portfolio in a tanking market. Or maybe Lasher had offended someone without knowing it, the man had followed him up from the city, and all because of a sharp word, an impatient look, a biting phrase, he had no time for fools, a bumped arm in the street. The man had looked directly at him. Lasher would talk it out with his wife. They’d lived here for twenty-six years and nothing like this had ever happened to him. It was why you stayed out of the city, took the long commute. A few blocks from the beach he turned onto his street, where the lights were already on. They must have come on all over town while he was driving from the station. How could he have missed it? The man had taken him by surprise. He hadn’t had time to react. He didn’t like the man’s eyes, didn’t like the thought of himself standing there doing nothing. It was probably too late to call the police—the man would already be far away. Anna would know what to do. Lasher pulled into the drive and sat motionless in the darkening car. The man had looked hard at him: there was no mistake. He should have smashed him in the mouth. Jimmy Kubec had worn a bandage on his face for two weeks. Lasher walked across the flagstones and up the steps of the front porch. In the hall he could smell roast beef and basil. He’d save his misadventure for after dinner. The man had come right up to him and slapped him: hard. As Lasher hung up his hat he understood that he would not speak of it to Anna, who was coming toward him. “Katie called—she’s coming on Saturday. I said it was fine. I mean, what else could I do? Oh, and Jenkovitch left a message. He says he never can get hold of you. He wants you to call him back. Here, give me that. How was your day?”

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