NEIGHBOURS Tie AuTHoR Paul Theroux was born in Medford, Massachusetts in 1941, He seudied at the University of Massachusetts, and his frse novel Waldo was published in 1967. He then spent five years in Africa and three in Singapore, lecturing and writing. While in Africa he became friends with V. S Naipaul (author of The Coward in this volume), but their thisty-yea friendship ended bitterly on the publication of ‘Theroux’s book Sir Vidia’ Shadow in 1998, in which he was deeply critical of Naipaul's character and his hasty second marriage. Among his best-known novels are Saint Jack (1973) and The Mosquito Coast (1981), both of which hhave been filmed, and he has also achieved fame with his travel books, Theroux often considers life from the viewpoint of an expatriate: interested in the foreign life surrounding him, but in a rather detached, dispassionate ‘way He now lives in England and America. Tue Story Keeping up good relations with your neighbours can be delicate and difficult, particularly when people live close ‘together in the same building, share the same staircase, and ‘can hear the noise their neighbours make ~ sometimes, it seems, deliberately and thoughtlessly. The American diplomat in this story has two neighbours in his London apartment block. One of them, ‘Wigley, is a quiet and unoberusive man who works for the Post Office, and who seems friendly in an undemanding way. Maybe they can join forces against the noisy, obnoxious Corner Door, who keeps late hours, and whose hhuge motorbike blocks up the entrance way .NEIGHBOURS had two neighbours at Overstrand Mansions ~ we shared the same landing, In America ‘neighbour’ has a friendly connotation; in England it is a chilly word, nearly always a stranger, a map reference more than anything else. One of my neighbours was called R. Wigley; the other had no nameplate. It did not surprise me at all that Corner Door had no nameplate. He owned a motorcycle and kept late nights. He wore leather ~ I heard it squeak; and boots ~ they hit the stairs like hammers on an anvil. His motorcycle was a Kawasaki ~ Japanese of course, the British are only patriotic in the abstract, and they can be traitorously frugal - tax-havens are full of Brits. They want value for money, even when they are grease-monkeys", bikers with skinny faces and sideburns and teeth missing, wearing jackboots and swastikas. That was how I imagined Corner Door, the man in 4C. Thad never seen his face, though I had heard him often enough. His hours were odd, he was always rushing off at night and returning in the early morning — waking me when he left and waking me again when he came back. He was selfish and unfriendly, scatterbrained, thoughtless — no conve-sation but plenty of bike noise. I pictured him wearing one of those German helmets that looks like a kettle, and I took him to be a coward at heart, who sneaked around whining until he had his leather suit and his boots on, until he mounted his too-big Japanese motorcycle, which he kept in the entryway of Overstrand Mansions, practically blocking it. When he was suited up and ‘mounted on his bike he was a Storm Trooper with blood in his eye. It also struck me that this awful man might be a woman, an awful woman, But even after several months there I never saw the14 A Tangled Web person from 4C face to face. I saw him ~ or her ~ riding away, his back, the chrome studs patterned on his jacket. But women didn’t behave like this. It was a man, R. Wigley was quite different — he was a civil servant, Post Office, Welsh I think, very methodical. He wrote leaflets. The Post Office issued all sorts of leaflets — explaining pensions, television licences, road-tax, driving permits, their savings bank and everything else, including of course stamps. The leaflets were full of directions and advice. In this complicated literate count:y you were expected to read your way out of difficulty. ‘When I told Wigley I wouldn’t be in London much longer than a couple of years he became hospitable. No risk, you sec. If I had been staying for a long time he wouldn’t have been friendly — wouldn’t have dared. Neighbours are a worry, they stare, they presume, they borrow things, they ask you to forgive them their trespasses*, In the most privacy-conscious country in the world neighbours are a problem. But I was leaving in a year or so, and I was an American diplomat ~ maybe I was a spy! He suggested 1 call him Reg. We met at the Prince Albert* for a drink. A month later, 1 had hhim over with the Scadutos, Vie and Marietta, and it was then that talk turned to our neighbours. Wigley said there was an actor on the ground floor and that several country Members of Parliament lived in Overstrand Mansions when the Commons was sitting*, Scaduto asked him blunt questions I would not have dared to ask, bbut I was glad to hear his answers. Rent? Thirty-seven pounds a week, Married? Had been — no longer. University? Bristol. And, when he asked Wigley about his job, Scaduto listened with fascination and then said, ‘It’s funny, but I never actually imagined anyone writing those things. It doesn’t seem like real writing,” Good old Skiddoo*, ‘Wigley said, “I assure you, it’s quite real.”Neighbours us Scaduto went on interrogating him ~ Americans were tremendous questioners — bue noticing Wigley’s discomfort made ime reticent, The British confined conversation to neutral impersonal subjects, resisting any effort to be trapped into friendship. They got to know each other by allowing details to slip ‘out, little mentions which, gathered together, became revelations. ‘The British liked having secrets ~ they had lost so much else ~ and that was one of theie secrets. Scaduto asked, ‘What are your other neighbours like?” Hooked at Wigley. [wondered what he would say. I would not have dared to pur the question to him. He said, ‘Some of them are incredibly noisy and others downright frightening.” This encouraged me. I said, ‘Our Nazi friend with the motorcycle, for one Had I gone too far? “Twas thinking of that prig, Hurst,’ Wigley said, ‘who has the senile Labrador thar drools and squitters" all over the stairs.” ‘Pve never seen our motorcyclist,’ I said. ‘But I've heard him. The bike. The squeaky leather shoulders. The boots.’ I caught Wigley’s eye. ‘It’s just the three of us on this floor, I guess.” Thad lived there just over two months without seeing anyone else. Wigley looked uncertain, but said, ‘I suppose so.” ‘My kids would love to have a motorcycle,’ Marietta Scaduto said. ‘ve got three hulking boys, Mr Wigley” said, ‘Don’t let them bully you into buying one.’ “Don't you worry,’ Marietta said. ‘I think those things are a “Some of them aren't so bad,’ Wigley said. ‘Very economical.” He glanced at me. ‘So I've heard.” ‘It’s kind of an image-thing, really: Your psycholegists will tell116 A Tangled Web you all about it.’ Skiddoo was pleased with himself: he liked analysing human behaviour ~ ‘deviants’ were his favourites, he said, ‘Tes classic textbook-case stuff. The simp* plays big tough guy on his motorcycle. Walter Mitty® turns into Marlon Brendo*. I's an aggression thing. Castration complex. What do you do for laughs, Reg?” ‘Wigley said, ‘I’m not certain what you mean by laughs.” ‘Fun,’ Scaduto said. ‘For example, we've got one of these home ‘computers, About six thousand bucks, including some accessories hardware, software. Christ, we've had hours of fun with i:. The kids love it. ‘used to be pretty keen on aircraft,’ Wigley said, and looked very embarrassed saying so, as if he were revealing an aberration in his boyhood. Scaduto said, ‘Keen in what way? “Taking snaps of them,’ Wigley said, ‘Snaps? Marietta Scaduto said. She was smiling, “Yes,” Wigley said. ‘Thad one of those huge Japanese cameras that can do anything. They're absolutely idiot-proof and fiendishly expensive.” [never thought anyone taking dinky little pictures of planes could be described as “keen”.’ Scaduto said the word like a brand- name for ladies’ underwear. “Some of them were big pictures,’ Wigley said coldly: “Even big pictures,’ Scaduto said. ‘I could understand flying in the planes, though. Getting inside, and air-borne, and doing the loop-the-loop.” Wigley said, “They were bombers.” "Now you're talking, Reg! Scaduto’s sudden enthusiasm warmed the atmosphere a bit, and they continued to talk about aeroplanes. ‘My father had an encyclopaedia,’ Wigley said. ‘You looked up “aeroplane”. It said, “Aeroplane: See Flying-Machine.” *Neighbours 17, Later, Marietta said, “These guys on their motozcycles, I was just thinking. They really have a problem, Women never do stupid things like that. Vic Scaduto said, ‘Women put on long gowns, high heels, padded bras. They pile their hair up, they pretend they're princesses. That's worse, fantasy-wise. Or they get into really tight provocative clothes, all tits and ass, swinging and bouncing, lipstick, the whole bit, cleavage hanging down. And then - I'm not exaggerating — and then they say, “Don’t touch me or I'll scream.” Good old Skidoo. “You've got a big problem if you think that,’ Marietta said. She spoke then to Wigley. ‘Sometimes the things he says are sick. Wigley smiled and said nothing. ‘And he works for the government,’ Marietta said. ‘You ‘wouldn't think so, would you?” That was it. The Scadutos went out arguing, and Wigley left: a highly successful evening, I thought. Thanks to Scaduto’s pesterings I knew much more about ‘Wigley. He was decent, he was reticent, and I respected him for the way he handled Good Old Skidoo. And we were no more friendly than before — that was all right with me: I didn’: want to be burdened with his friendship any more than he wanted to be lumbered with mine. I only wished that the third tenant on our floor was as gracious a neighbour as Wigley. Would Wigley join me in making a complaint? He said he’ rather not. That was the British way —don’t make a fuss, Reg. He said, “To be perfectly frank, he doesn’t actually bother me.” This was the first indication I'd had that it was definitely a man, not a woman. ‘He drives me up the wall sometimes. He keeps the craziest hours. 've never laid eyes on him, but I know he’s weird.”us A Tangled Web Wigley smiled at me and I immediately regretted saying, ‘He's weird,’ because, saying so, I had revealed something of myself Isaid, can’t make a complaint unless you back me up.” ‘Tknow? I could tell he thought I was being unfair, It created a little distance, this annoyance of mine that looked to him like intolerance. I knew this because Wigley had a girlfriend and didn’t introduce me. A dozen times I heard them on the stairs. People who live alone are authorities on noises. I knew their laughs. I got to recognize the music, the bedsprings, the bathwater. He did not invite me over. And of course there was my other subject, the Storm Tiooper from 4C with his thumping jackboots at the oddest hcurs. I decided at last that wimpy little Wigley (as I now thought o him) had become friendly with him, perhaps ratted on me and told him that I disliked him. Wigley worked at Post Office Headquarters, at St Martin’s-le- Grand, taking the train to Victoria and then the tube to St Peul’s. sometimes saw him entering or leaving Battersca Park Station while I was at the bus stop. Occasionally, we walked together to or from Overstrand Mansions, speaking of the weather. ‘One day, he said, ‘I might be moving soon.’ I felt certain he was getting married. I did nor ask. “Are you sick of Overstrand Mansions?” “‘Ineed a bigger place.” He was definitely getting married. Thad the large balcony apartment in front. Wigley had a two- rom apartment just behind me. The motorcyclist’s place { had never seen, ‘I wish it were the Storm Trooper who was leaving, and not you! He was familiar with my name for the motorcyclist.Neighbours 19 “Oh, well,’ he said, and walked away. Might be moving, he had said. It sounded pretty vague. But the following Friday he was gone. I heard noise and saw the moving van in front on Prince of Wales Drive. Bumps and curses echoed on the stairs. I didn’t stir ~ too embarrassing to put him on the spot, especially as I had knocked on his door that morning hoping for the last time to get him to join me in a protest against the Storm Trooper. I'm sure he saw me through his sfy-hole in the door ~ Wigley, I mean. But he didn’t open. So he dida’t care about the awful racket the previous night ~ boots, bangs, several sercams. Wigley was bailing out and leaving me to deal with it. He went without a word. Then I realized he had sneaked away. He had not said good-bye, I had never met his girlfriend, he was getting married ~ maybe already married. British neighbours! T wasn’t angry with him, but I was furious with the Storm ‘Trooper who had created a misunderstanding between Wigley and me. Wigley had tolerated the noise and I had hated it and said so. ‘The Storm Trooper had made me seem like a brute! But Ino longer needed Wigley’s signature on a complaint. Now there were only two of us here. I could go in and tell him exactly what I thought of him. I could play the obnoxious American, Wigley’s going gave me unexpected courage. I banged on his door and shook it, hoping that I was waking him up. There was no answer that day or any day. And there was no mote noise, no Storm Trooper, no motorcycle, from the day Wigley lef.120 A Tangled Web Notes srease monkey (p113) (dated slang) a person who works with engines forgive them their tespasses (p14) forgive them forthe things they do wrong a reference to a line athe Christian prayer known as the Lord's Prayer) the Prince Albert (p114) « pub, named after the husband of Queen Vietotia (1819-1901) the Commons was sitting. (p14) the House of Commons (the elected British Parliament) was at work Skiddoo (p114) (US slang) go away; here, used as a nickname for Scaduto sauitter (p115) (slang) ro defecare simp (p116) (old fashioned US slang) a simple o foolish person Walter Mitty ... Marlon Brando (p16) ‘Walter Mitty, a quiet, mild litle man who has fantasies of being heroic and successful, is a character in a short story by American writer James Thurber. The American film actor Marlon Brando first achieved fame as the rough, working-class hero of A Streetcar Named Desire. Discussion 1. At what point in the story did you begin to guess the identity of the Storm Trooper in 4C? What were the various pieces of evidence, and why do you think the narrator fails to draw the right conclusion? 2 Describe the narrator's attitude towards the British. Does it seem an appropriate one for a diplomat? How might it affect his judgement? 3. What role do the Seadutos play in the story? What do they tell us about the narrator, and about Wigley? 4 We are only given the narrator's viewpoint. How might Wigley view the narrator ~ as a threat, an interfering busybody, someone 10 be laughed at? Why do you think he allows the deception to continus? 5. The night before Wigley leaves there isan ‘awful racket ~ boots, bangs, several screams’, What do you think is the reason for this? Revenge? Enjoyment? An attempt to provoke the narrator into a confrontation?Neighbours 121 Lancuace Focus 1 Sometimes the narrator's thoughts are expressed in avery elliptical way Try to explain the thinking behind these remarks. No risk, you see. (p14) Good old Skiddoo. (p114 and p17) British neighbours! (p119) 2 did not surprise me at all that Corner Door had no nameplate (p13) Why now? 3. Inthis complicated literate country you were expected io read your seay out of difficulty. (p14) ‘What docs this indicate about the narrator's attitude? What other comments of his reveal the same atitude? 44 "Tes just the thee of us on this floor, I guess."T this, Wigley replies, suppose so. Is that an appropriate esponse? Is there anything strange about ie? Later, Wigley mentions how economical motorcycles ae, then adds, ‘So 've heard’. What is the significance ofthis addition, do you think? 5. Limmediately regretted saying, He's weird,’ because, saying so, Uhad revealed something of myself. (p118) ‘What is itthae the narrator has revealed? Activites, 1A highly successful evening’ says the narrator when his guests leave. How might his guests describe it? Write a diary entry for Vie, Marietta, ‘or Wigley, giving their view of the evening and the othe: guests. 2. Suppose that before Wigley leaves he writes @ note saying goodbye to the narrator. What would he say? Would he reveal the truth about the motorcyelist, or would he prefer to leave the narrator to find out for himself? What would he say about the noise of the final night? Write the note that you think is most consistent with the character of Wigley. 3 Do you think ‘Neighbours’ is a good title for this sto-y? If 0, why? Would alternative titles, for example, ‘The Storm Trooper’ or ‘Wigley’s Secret, be moze suitable or more interesting? Explain your