Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK) Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and Almonds 141 Phryne walked away across the empty hall as the argument bloomed behind her. Voices were raised. Phryne could not understand Yiddish, which was probably what they were speaking. Phryne felt alien and isolated. As Solly leapt to his feet to pound the table, the gawky boy Louis opened a violin case, tucked the instrument under his chin, and began to play. Not a popular tune, but Bach. Not a Jewish song, but the Ave Maria. His skill was partly constrained by the cheap instrument, but each note was perfect, full and round. Phryne, who had been about to go into Drummond Street out of the sound of the quarrel, sat down. Louis did not see her or notice her appreciation. His eyes were shut. His strong fingers shifted and pinned each note to its pitch. It was not the over-emotional rendering expected of a boy, a sob in every string, but a mature performance good enough for the Albert Hall. He completed the work, sighed, then opened his eyes, propped his score open at Violin Concerto in A Minor: allegro assai and began to play phrases, trying them one way and then another. ‘Bach is difficult,’ offered Phryne, wanting to hear Louis’ voice. ‘Nah,’ said the boy, as if he was speaking to himself. His accent was pure Carlton. ‘Bach’s controlled. It’s the wild ones that are crook for me. Tchaikowsky. The Brahmns gypsy dances. Ravel’s flamin’ Bolero. Bach’s simple,’ he said, and tried the phrase again, now faster, now slower. He was a pleasure to listen to, so Phryne listened. Louis had worked his way through the whole of the Violin Concerto in A and was well into the Concerto for Two Violins and Strings in D Minor when Phryne heard the ordinarily placid Simon shout ‘Zoll zein shah!’ This brought almost instant silence. ‘Enough!’ He pounded the table in turn, so that one of the cups dropped and smashed. ‘Make up your minds! Either we tell the lady or we don’t! I can’t stand any more of this endless arguing, round and round and round in circles!’
14 Kerry Greenwood ‘We tell her some,’ decided David Kaplan. ‘And we apologize for the noise.’ Phryne came back to her place at the table, crunching over fragments of thick white china. David Kaplan took her hand and kissed it. ‘You like Louis’ playing, eh? He’s good? He lives in a room with his father and he can’t play there. He’s auditioning for the orchestra as soon as he’s old enough.’ ‘He’s a mazik, that Louis. He’ll go far,’ opined Phryne, who had had a Yiddish lesson from Mrs. Abrahams. She was pleased with the goggle she elicited from the students. ‘We study the Torah, lady. With Rabbi Elijah. And the Holy Kabala. There are ways of reading the Torah, you see, different ways.’ ‘Notarikon, Temurah and Gematria,’ said Phryne, composedly. ‘Er…yes. Temurah is about anagrams, words spelt backwards or scrambled. Notarikon relates to the abbreviation of Hebrew words, you see, we do not have vowels. Gematria is about numbers turned into letters, and letters to numbers. It is the perfect way to hide a code, say, or a string of figures. The Book of Splendour tells us that we must look always for hidden meanings, the emanations of the Divine, what the Christians call Thrones, Dominations and Powers. So when we got interested in alchemy, Yossi here was reading Paracelsus and he began looking under the surface of the experiments in the Occulta Philosophica, and…’ Solly Kaplan took up the tale. ‘Paracelsus was the first great chemist, as well as an alchemist. He knew how to transmute mercury, for instance, into oxide and back into metal. He had a recipe for the philosopher’s stone, so we tried it, and we got nowhere, Miss, as you would expect. Then Yossi began to work on glues and…’ ‘Do not tell,’ warned Isaac. Solly looked hurt. ‘Not about the experiment, no, but no harm in the other things, is there? Then there was Zion, you see. We need guns. It will only be a matter of time before Palestine is attacked and we need to fight. Because of Yossi’s work we had
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds 141<br />
Phryne walked away across the empty hall as the argument<br />
bloomed behind her. Voices were raised. Phryne could not underst<strong>and</strong><br />
Yiddish, which was probably what they were speaking.<br />
Phryne felt alien <strong>and</strong> isolated. As Solly leapt to his feet to<br />
pound the table, the gawky boy Louis opened a violin case,<br />
tucked the instrument under his chin, <strong>and</strong> began to play.<br />
Not a popular tune, but Bach. Not a Jewish song, but the<br />
Ave Maria. His skill was partly constrained by the cheap instrument,<br />
but each note was perfect, full <strong>and</strong> round. Phryne, who<br />
had been about to go into Drummond Street out of the sound<br />
of the quarrel, sat down. Louis did not see her or notice her<br />
appreciation. His eyes were shut. His strong fingers shifted <strong>and</strong><br />
pinned each note to its pitch. It was not the over-emotional<br />
rendering expected of a boy, a sob in every string, but a mature<br />
performance good enough for the Albert Hall.<br />
He completed the work, sighed, then opened his eyes, propped<br />
his score open at Violin Concerto in A Minor: allegro assai <strong>and</strong> began<br />
to play phrases, trying them one way <strong>and</strong> then another.<br />
‘Bach is difficult,’ offered Phryne, wanting to hear Louis’<br />
voice.<br />
‘Nah,’ said the boy, as if he was speaking to himself. His accent<br />
was pure Carlton. ‘Bach’s controlled. It’s the wild ones that are<br />
crook for me. Tchaikowsky. The Brahmns gypsy dances. Ravel’s<br />
flamin’ Bolero. Bach’s simple,’ he said, <strong>and</strong> tried the phrase again,<br />
now faster, now slower.<br />
He was a pleasure to listen to, so Phryne listened.<br />
Louis had worked his way through the whole of the Violin<br />
Concerto in A <strong>and</strong> was well into the Concerto for Two Violins <strong>and</strong><br />
Strings in D Minor when Phryne heard the ordinarily placid<br />
Simon shout ‘Zoll zein shah!’<br />
This brought almost instant silence.<br />
‘Enough!’ He pounded the table in turn, so that one of the<br />
cups dropped <strong>and</strong> smashed. ‘Make up your minds! Either we<br />
tell the lady or we don’t! I can’t st<strong>and</strong> any more of this endless<br />
arguing, round <strong>and</strong> round <strong>and</strong> round in circles!’