https://noonbook.eu NOON Wed, 27 Jul 2022 22:34:20 +0000 https://noonbook.eu en https://noonbook.eu/ABOUT Wed, 15 Jun 2022 17:10:57 +0000 NOON https://noonbook.eu/ABOUT NOON &nbsp; NOON is a collection of six works written by Efthimis Filippou. These texts were selected by Filippou out of more than a dozen performance works in his non-filmic oeuvre. First presented between 2011 and 2021, these performance texts embody various forms: plays, film scenes, flash fictions, epistolary narratives, short stories, monologues, song lyrics, and so on. Translated from the Greek and published for the first time in English (two for the first time in any language), NOON is available as a limited edition box set (1000 hand-numbered copies) and eBook (coming soon), and includes the following works:&nbsp;Apologiae 4 &amp; 5&nbsp;(book one); Scenes&nbsp;(book two); Various Picks Petros&nbsp;(book three); Rob&nbsp;(book four); Haemata&nbsp;(book five);&nbsp;and&nbsp;Liver&nbsp;(book six). Efthimis Filippou Efthimis Filippou (b. 1977, Athens, Greece) is an author, playwright, screenwriter, and journalist. His works for the stage have been presented at the Athens Epidaurus Festival, the Greek National Opera, the National Theatre of Greece, Onassis Stegi, and elsewhere in Greece and beyond. His works for the screen have been awarded at such film festivals as Cannes and Venice, and nominated at the Oscars.&nbsp; Select honours: DOGTOOTH – Cannes Film Festival Prix Un Certain Regard, and an Academy Award nomination for Best Foreign Language Film ALPS – Venice Film Festival Golden Osella for Best Original Screenplay L – First Greek feature to screen in competition at the Sundance Film Festival THE LOBSTER – Cannes Film Festival Jury Prize, European Film Award for Best Screenwriter, and an Academy Award nomination for Best Original Screenplay CHEVALIER – BFI London Film Festival Award for Best Film THE KILLING OF A SACRED DEER – Cannes Film Festival Award for Best ScreenplayFeature films: ROSEBUSH PRUNING with Karim Aïnouz&nbsp; DOGTOOTH, ALPS, THE LOBSTER, THE KILLING OF A SACRED DEER and KINDS OF KINDNESS with Yorgos Lanthimos L and PITY with Babis Makridis CHEVALIER with Athina Rachel Tsangari Short films and video works: PRADA GALLERIA / RITUAL IDENTITIES by Yorgos Lanthimos, commissioned by Prada BATON for Albert Moya NIMIC with Yorgos Lanthimos ICEBERGS by Eirini Vianelli (SCENES-based animation) VIDEO 2: BODY PARTS, FABRICS AND SPORTS for the Onassis Foundation A WINDOW TO THE WORLD for KesselsKramer Performance works: ETYMOLOGIES — BIG AND SMALL SHIPS — HAEMATA — OUR LOVELY HANDS — APOLOGIAE 4 &amp; — ROMANTIC OUTBURST ONE — VARIOUS PICK PETROS — ROB — EAU DE COLOGNE — LIVER — GEORGE Printed works: HEART, Y. (published in the original Greek by Doma Books) SOMEONE TALKS ALONE HOLDING A GLASS OF MILK — SCENES — ON DIMITRIS — ONCE, ONCE. (MNP Publications, in the original Greek) VEINTE CORAZONES, GANADORES (Libros Walden, select texts translated into Spanish by Evripidis Sabatis)&nbsp; <img width="2480" height="3258" width_o="2480" height_o="3258" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/c29465637e62fc7903c279ab51c48a29b74819fc6fc4df1e619a895aa00f034d/Copyright---Photograph-by-Yiorgos-Kaplanidis-at-thisisnotanotheragency.jpg" data-mid="163509103" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/c29465637e62fc7903c279ab51c48a29b74819fc6fc4df1e619a895aa00f034d/Copyright---Photograph-by-Yiorgos-Kaplanidis-at-thisisnotanotheragency.jpg" /> Print &amp; Publication&nbsp; NOON is published by&nbsp;De Filmfreak (Amsterdam, Netherlands) Box set and book design by MNP (Athens, Greece)Printed &amp; bound by TYPOGRAFIO Pletsas | Kardari (Athens, Greece)ISBN: 978-94-61878-49-6 (limited edition box set)All texts in NOON translated by Kyriacos KarserasAll material © 2022-2023 De Filmfreak, the author, and the translatorSale &amp; Distrbution NOON is sold by Eris Press at eris.press/noon https://noonbook.eu/Apologiae-4-5 Wed, 15 Jun 2022 17:10:55 +0000 NOON https://noonbook.eu/Apologiae-4-5 <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/fbcc2ac01f29b8d1cdd1fbf0e26a362b6f05064e08ed8a41c6008734d10fb5c5/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Apologiae-4---5..png" data-mid="158414301" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/fbcc2ac01f29b8d1cdd1fbf0e26a362b6f05064e08ed8a41c6008734d10fb5c5/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Apologiae-4---5..png" /> <img width="1620" height="1080" width_o="1620" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/f698233a8e089e0ca52c11a9314fca3b2e6f38ef1a7fa7bab5b8522b6017b7ab/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Apologiae-4---5....png" data-mid="158484814" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/f698233a8e089e0ca52c11a9314fca3b2e6f38ef1a7fa7bab5b8522b6017b7ab/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Apologiae-4---5....png" /> <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/402ed1ce0929199f3f5062e78c430ca6ba431729dc07714dd3e54d7b46dbd1d4/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Apologiae-4---5...png" data-mid="158414300" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/402ed1ce0929199f3f5062e78c430ca6ba431729dc07714dd3e54d7b46dbd1d4/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Apologiae-4---5...png" /> Apologiae 4 &amp; 5Fiction by Efthimis Filippou Translated by Kyriacos KarserasBook One of the NOON collectionFirst English-language edition - A man, around 40 years old, steps out from the chorus and comes forward to take on the role of the examiner. He goes down on one knee, puts his right hand over his heart, and gently tugs a tuft of hair on his head with his left. A woman and a man stand waiting at the very back. They have taken on the roles of the examined. E&nbsp; &nbsp; If swimming gives me pleasure, may I never dive again into clear blue waters. If I sleep soundly at night, may my pillow turn to stone and my sheet to steel. If I say interesting things, may I lisp only trivial things in my conversations from now on. I will tell the truth. If I do not tell the truth tonight, then I am not worthy of standing here before you tonight. I was born in February 1976. I could not under any circumstances drink water from the same glass every day, or sleep set hours every day, for example. Then time would pass in too fixed a rhythm and that would drive me mad in the head. We… I used to say a prayer before sleep every night. If I didn’t say it for a couple of days, it felt strange. Every day the same action. I could add phrases to the prayer. I could embellish it, I mean, fill parts in, but never take out the old bits. And so the prayer became useless. Because I grew up and got old, and had to ask God’s forgiveness for trivial mistakes, little mistakes I’d made as a child. I stopped saying the prayer when I left the village. I remember the day I quit crying. We had a dog, but they killed him. He was dying, foaming at the mouth. They took him someplace else to die. I went into the house and cried. Then I got up, sat in the armchair opposite the television, and watched Wheel of Fortune. That’s the day I cried for the last time, that’s the day I quit crying. I’m an archaeologist. Digging doesn’t tire me out at all. Little bits of smashed pottery are called sherds. They bring me the excavated sherds and I lay them out on tables. And I describe them. Classify them. One by one and all. C&nbsp; &nbsp; Do you classify Early Bronze Age sherds? E&nbsp; &nbsp; Early, Late, anything really. Anything. Students sit beside me, close by me. If I’m here, then they’re somewhere over there, let’s say. In there. I’d also like to mention something else at this point. That thing people say, that something has to be difficult to be worth it, or elusive to be worth it, or wild or bitter or painful to be worth it – no, I don’t believe that. If something can give me pleasure, even a little pleasure, then that’s what I’ll choose. When it comes to food or anything else. Though, in my opinion, we should always tell the truth, we should always do things right though. I’m not the one to say what’s right, but then again maybe I am. Maybe I’m the only one who can say what’s right. Other people wake up in the morning, but not me. That means I don’t sleep when others sleep. I can’t align my sleep with everyone else. I sleep when they’re awake, and vice versa. If you look carefully, you’ll notice one of my eyebrows sits higher than the other. I was hit by a car in Thessaloniki. They put a bit of plastic over my eyebrow and stitched me up. That’s why it’s like that. When I was little, back in the village, a boy called me something, so I grabbed him by the hair and spun him round quite a bit. Mother said she was pleased I beat him up. C&nbsp; &nbsp; What did the boy call you that made you spin him round? [...]&nbsp; &nbsp; https://noonbook.eu/Scenes Wed, 27 Jul 2022 22:34:06 +0000 NOON https://noonbook.eu/Scenes <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/5728330024b198014c47a21029ad919d4c4e812a3e7257292678c831cdadcaeb/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Scenes..png" data-mid="158414509" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/5728330024b198014c47a21029ad919d4c4e812a3e7257292678c831cdadcaeb/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Scenes..png" /> <img width="1620" height="1080" width_o="1620" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/70e8a5aa98d22c5ef027cf4d37f9e7b23953b75ea0facfc4de40215104c33673/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Scenes....png" data-mid="158484973" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/70e8a5aa98d22c5ef027cf4d37f9e7b23953b75ea0facfc4de40215104c33673/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Scenes....png" /> <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/8b5bbcd3252187cb759deae2dfc44f5fe6befffb76f7dc1be8b7251f13ec598c/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Scenes...png" data-mid="158414507" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/8b5bbcd3252187cb759deae2dfc44f5fe6befffb76f7dc1be8b7251f13ec598c/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Scenes...png" /> ScenesFiction by Efthimis Filippou Translated by Kyriacos KarserasBook Two of the NOON collectionFirst English-language edition - SITTING ROOM, EVENING. A man of 54 and a woman of 46 sit on the sofa in their pyjamas. A child of four plays with a handheld games console on the floor. MAN&nbsp; &nbsp; 
 Don’t take the cordless off its base when you’re not using it, it drains the battery. WOMAN 
 Sorry. The man dials a number on the cordless phone. MAN 
 Yanni, good evening. Happy birthday. Yes. No, I just got home. Yanni, I’m afraid we won’t be able to make it tonight after all. She just called to say she’s got a lot of work at the office and that she’s going to be late, and I’m alone with the little one. Yes, it really is a shame. We really wanted to, it’s been quite some time since we last saw you, I think. Yes, it really is a shame. Listen, about your car tyres, you really must change them as soon as possible. They’re the most important thing of all, Yanni, the tyres. They grip the vehicle to the road. You understand. No. About two years ago. Whenever you like, just give me a call. Happy birthday again, I hope to see you and catch up some other time. Please give your wife and children my love. I’ll tell her. Have a good night. That’s the sound of the battery dying. The cordless. Goodnight, Yanni. Bye-bye. WOMAN 
 Did you want to go? MAN 
 No. WOMAN 
 I’ll go if you want. MAN 
 I just told him we’re not going. The man puts the phone back on its base. WOMAN 
 If you want, we could go. I don’t mind. MAN 
 I don’t want to go. This thing with the phone, please, I don’t want it happening again. There’s no reason for the phone to be off its base for long. I understand that the cordless handset is convenient exactly because you can have it with you around the house, but there are limits. I mean, if the cordless is with you in the kitchen, but it’s out of battery, then what’s the point? You talk to someone. When you’re done, put it back in its place and then, when it rings again or when you want to make another call, go back and get it. &nbsp; [...] &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; https://noonbook.eu/Various-Picks-Petros Wed, 27 Jul 2022 22:34:20 +0000 NOON https://noonbook.eu/Various-Picks-Petros <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/45515cbe4be185769ebfb9e595546d157f5034903cae7d90ec2c662e01436286/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Various-Picks-Petros..png" data-mid="158414636" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/45515cbe4be185769ebfb9e595546d157f5034903cae7d90ec2c662e01436286/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Various-Picks-Petros..png" /> <img width="1620" height="1080" width_o="1620" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/0625c48250ed9329ec6fd1331a00870dc71670b16198d8b57bc02a544f81d91b/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Various-Picks-Petros....png" data-mid="158485196" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/0625c48250ed9329ec6fd1331a00870dc71670b16198d8b57bc02a544f81d91b/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Various-Picks-Petros....png" /> <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/086daa088248ae75a6cbc9aab619b23ca167abb55cc6212f755d77b1f09f07a2/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Various-Picks-Petros...png" data-mid="158414635" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/086daa088248ae75a6cbc9aab619b23ca167abb55cc6212f755d77b1f09f07a2/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Various-Picks-Petros...png" /> Various Picks PetrosFiction by Efthimis Filippou Translated by Kyriacos KarserasBook Three of the NOON collectionFirst English-language edition - It’s a broad street, the one that leads from the local church down to the beach. It’s a broad street. And along that street, lining it left and right, are pavements and planted oleander bushes. The large concrete house set on the best spot along this street that leads from the local church, that’s where I live. That house – my house – is well insulated against both sound and the heat. It was built twenty years ago, and no-one can say that it’s an ugly house at first sight, but then again no-one can say that it’s beautiful. It has two storeys, with verandas at the front and back. There’s a lawn in the front garden and a tree that’s not too big, and there’s space at the back where someone could plant flowers and vegetables, if they wanted. There’s a dog tied up back there for nine years now that should have gone stark raving mad by now, but hasn’t. That’s my dog. He’s quiet and sweet and eats his food every day quite happily, wagging his little black tail when he drinks water. His collar is new, the old one got worn so I bought him a new one that wasn’t black like the old one, but brown. The sea is only five minutes away from my house on foot. I’m fifty years old, and I work as a maths teacher in the local sixth form college. Three days ago, I killed my brother Petros, I strangled him. Livestock farming was Petros’ main line of work. He’d wake up early in the morning and grow sleepy early in the evening. Petros’ hands were whiter than white, as if dipped in thick goat’s milk, and his eyes were blacker than black, as if burned out with lighters. Petros’ cheeks were always red, some vessels had probably burst, and even when he was all grown up and his face would go dark from the sun and the heat in the fields and mountains, even then that colour was indelibly there, that red, in among and beside his beard, under his blacker than black eyes. The day before Petros died, he made me a ninety-minute mixtape, a cassette with some songs. I live on the second floor of the house, and Petros lived on the first. On the day of the murder, after we’d eaten two kilos or so of meat, we went for a swim. It was around noon and really hot, but the sea’s only five minutes away from the house. We walked, all sweaty, with our towels round our necks. We didn’t say a single word on our way there, just looked at our bodies in the shop windows we passed. When we reached the beach, we were the only ones there, and I told Petros to dive in and swim. He refused, saying he’d have to wait at least two hours before going for a swim to give him time to digest the fried meat he’d just eaten. I told him that wasn’t true. And Petros believed me because he figured that since I’m a mathematician, I know better than him whether someone can swim a short time after eating or not, and so he plunged into the water. The sea was crystal clear and even in the deep, you could easily see the sand and the stones and the fish at the bottom. The sea was one of those seas where there are little stones as you enter, but after a metre-and-a-half or two, there’s sand, lovely it is, and beige, not dark sand, it’s light in colour. In the shallows there are little translucent prawns, and crabs and snails. That day, the surface of the water was almost smooth. It had been two days now since the wind had died down, and the waves on the sea were the smallest waves they could possibly be. Petros dived in almost at a run, with the confidence of someone diving into waters they know well – someone, that is, who knows how cold the waters are, and how clear. He dived under, then pushed down against the sand with his feet and shot waist high out of the water while also shaking his head left and right many times over, so that drops of water flicked off his wet face and wet hair. A little foam formed on the surface of the sea and disappeared a few seconds later. I was watching him with my mouth half open, and with both my hands shoved down into the wet sand. A grey warship could be seen in the far distance. Our towels were both freshly laundered, clean and ironed. Mine was blue, Petros’ beige. I’m fifty years old. Petros was fifty-three. At first, Petros just floated about, moving his arms and legs gently, but after a few minutes he started swimming fast, splashing his legs hard against the surface of the water, making foam appear once more around his calves and feet. [...] &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; https://noonbook.eu/Rob Wed, 27 Jul 2022 22:33:47 +0000 NOON https://noonbook.eu/Rob <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/747bc2b6dea112576764112cca5532371bac2a340a2c114da41a565d77da3caf/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Rob..png" data-mid="158414816" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/747bc2b6dea112576764112cca5532371bac2a340a2c114da41a565d77da3caf/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Rob..png" /> <img width="1620" height="1080" width_o="1620" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/2fbca6723370822732957f23e8b0939d31bd384a516827117ab269cc1e5e3539/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Rob....png" data-mid="158485314" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/2fbca6723370822732957f23e8b0939d31bd384a516827117ab269cc1e5e3539/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Rob....png" /> <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/9287d3c2c9722cf765af287a6940ced2a618adc319464fb2f52156233c857489/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Rob...png" data-mid="158414815" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/9287d3c2c9722cf765af287a6940ced2a618adc319464fb2f52156233c857489/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Rob...png" /> Rob&nbsp;Fiction by Efthimis Filippou Translated by Kyriacos KarserasBook Four of the NOON collectionFirst edition in any language - Police Inspector Tonight, we’ll be talking about something we don’t often talk about. Can you guess what it is we’ll be talking about? Rob’s Friend Will we be talking about love? Police Inspector That’s right. Well done. You’re absolutely right. We’ll be talking about love. But before we begin, there are a few things I’d like to tell you all. Your hair. Your hair must be lovely. Combed and lovely. Your clothes must be lovely. There’s no reason for you to wear horrible clothes. The steps you take must be sure and steady steps, neither too small nor too big and clumsy. And when you talk, don’t talk slowly. People who talk slowly are really quite ridiculous. Never talk slowly ever in your lives. Now drink a little water to refresh yourselves. Each of you take a glass in your hand and put in a good few ice cubes and drink a little water. You must prune your flowering plants and trees, you must caress your mother’s mother, you must leave one button undone when wearing a shirt. Now drink a little more water to refresh yourselves. It’s good form to look each other in the eye, that’s the politest thing to do before starting a conversation. It would be good if you each gave one another a flower, that’s the most vital thing that has to happen before the start of any conversation. You must put on clean underwear every day, you must brush your teeth every morning and every night, you must be faithful and devoted to your partners. It would be good if you smoked less or even quit completely, and watched what you ate. Any questions so far? No-one says a word. Police Inspector The tone of your voice must stay steady, neither too low nor too high. Generally speaking, you should show understanding but only up to a point. Where this point is is something you’ll have to figure out for yourselves. If you show less understanding than you really should, then you’ll end up alone. If you show more understanding than you really should, then – again – you’ll end up alone. It would be good if you all kissed my feet but don’t do it just yet, maybe later, I don’t know, we’ll see, I’ll tell you when. The place where each person sits is designated but not compulsory. If you want to switch places then do so, but do it now. It’s getting on and we have to be getting started. Also, there’s something very important that I almost forgot. The music must be lovely. There’s no reason for us to listen to horrible music given that this is something we can avoid. Right then, let whoever’s looking the most lovely start tonight’s conversation. Man Who Wants to Be Like Rob / U.G.F. Member Two Good evening. I guess I’ll be getting us started then. A cup of warm herbal tea with honey and an English butter biscuit on the side. Girl Who Loves Rob / U.G.F. Member One Lovely. Rob’s Friend Lovely. Rob’s Headmistress Lovely. Police Inspector Lovely. Rob’s Father / Victim Two Lovely. Rob’s Mother / Victim One Lovely. Annoying Saleswoman / Victim Three Lovely. Rob’s Little Sister Lovely. Rob’s Prison Guard Lovely. Man Who Wants to Be Like Rob / U.G.F. Member Two A garden lit with green lights. Girl Who Loves Rob / U.G.F. Member One Lovely. Rob’s Friend Lovely. &nbsp; [...] &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; https://noonbook.eu/Haemata Wed, 15 Jun 2022 17:10:55 +0000 NOON https://noonbook.eu/Haemata <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/dca27e048bdd428fdafcdc8607e58e6eefcb1a3064855f20e31effba6756cd1a/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Haemata..png" data-mid="158414888" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/dca27e048bdd428fdafcdc8607e58e6eefcb1a3064855f20e31effba6756cd1a/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Haemata..png" /> <img width="1620" height="1080" width_o="1620" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/18d0e2593c807cefee0447065a72c570a2a7d7a611a9d1857742d776c067c13d/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Haemata....png" data-mid="158485433" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/18d0e2593c807cefee0447065a72c570a2a7d7a611a9d1857742d776c067c13d/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Haemata....png" /> <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/d8af19e551e3d61c87c492f62d9ac4f2a764b3040079cc4050f3026cb6ecb567/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Haemata...png" data-mid="158414887" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/d8af19e551e3d61c87c492f62d9ac4f2a764b3040079cc4050f3026cb6ecb567/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Haemata...png" /> Haemata&nbsp;Fiction by Efthimis Filippou Translated by Kyriacos KarserasBook Five of the NOON collectionFirst English-language edition - 23 JANUARY 1990 My dear Yorgos, We all miss you very much and the truth is I can’t wait to get your news. Everything here is just as I described in my last letter. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A few days ago, when I got home from work, I climbed the stairwell steps quickly but when I reached my front door I stopped suddenly to look for my keys. My shoes were quite clean and my shirt wasn’t particularly creased. In my right hand I had my brown leather bag, the one I always take with me to the office. I was feeling quite hungry, and even though I knew I’d be eating soon, this was no consolation. Quite the opposite in fact: it felt as though I had no idea I’d be eating soon. I dropped the bag and started looking for my keys. When I found them in my right trouser pocket I got annoyed because, yet again, I had first put my hand into my left pocket to look, not the right, and this is something that’s been happening quite a lot lately. With my other hand I held a gauze dressing to the right side of my neck. The gauze was a little bloody. My hair was short, shorter than usual. My nose was sweaty there where my glasses rest, and my cheeks and belly were sweaty too. I opened the door and entered the house. I put my bag down and took off my jacket, which I hung on the coat hook behind the door. I reached out my hand just like that and hung it behind the door. My wife came over and kissed my hand. She asked if everything was okay and I said yes. She helped me take off my shirt and dressed me in my pyjamas. Then we went – with me in front and her behind – down the corridor to the kitchen, where the children were sat waiting. We ate and then the children went to their rooms and I read the paper. The gauze dressing at my neck was quite bloody by this point and so my wife decided to fetch me a new one. In the late afternoon I took a bath. That night I went to bed early. In the morning, after I had left, my wife changed the sheets and my pillow because they had blood on them from my wound. That afternoon I came home a little early. My wife didn’t kiss my hand and shouted: &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “You said it would heal. It’s been ages. What have you got to say for yourself? What’s your excuse?” &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “It’ll heal.” &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “When will it heal?” &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “It’ll heal, you’ll see. Why would I lie? Just keep that in mind. There’s no good reason why I’d lie. I could say it’ll never heal but that’s just not true. Come on now, please, kiss my hand. Please.” &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “I will never kiss your hand again.” &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Please, kiss my hand. There’s no need to go overboard. There’s no good reason why I’d lie. I love you, you and the children.” &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “There’s blood on your hand. Can I clean it off before I kiss it?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Of course.” [...] &nbsp;&nbsp; https://noonbook.eu/Liver Wed, 15 Jun 2022 17:10:56 +0000 NOON https://noonbook.eu/Liver <img width="1619" height="1080" width_o="1619" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/0872267188823285a64c0d1b6c2648e26df28c88356315da600496aacedb6390/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Liver..png" data-mid="158415066" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/0872267188823285a64c0d1b6c2648e26df28c88356315da600496aacedb6390/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Liver..png" /> <img width="1620" height="1080" width_o="1620" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/26a687f7ee05871eabf788956184f66d596739d127785c537af0d0730df7d198/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Liver....png" data-mid="158485511" border="0" data-scale="100" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/26a687f7ee05871eabf788956184f66d596739d127785c537af0d0730df7d198/Copyright-De-Filmfreak-2022-NOON-Liver....png" /> <img width="1620" height="1080" width_o="1620" height_o="1080" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/df8a108510ef549d4eccb1d52017d9429f41a1381d346ff67365ad5fa313881c/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Liver...png" data-mid="158415065" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/df8a108510ef549d4eccb1d52017d9429f41a1381d346ff67365ad5fa313881c/-De-Filmfreak--NOON-Liver...png" /> Liver&nbsp;Fiction by Efthimis Filippou Translated by Kyriacos KarserasBook Six of the NOON collectionFirst edition in any language - the man’s heart O God, look how beautifully her liver dances, dressed in those lovely clothes. Even though I, his heart, suffer knowing that his love might die, I cannot help but admire how beautifully her liver dances. Look at it inside her injured belly, wearing those cotton trousers soaked in her blood, dancing with such grace, such precision, like she doesn’t care if she dies soon or not. Very well done, liver. Your dancing is incredible. the woman’s heart She’s not going to die. I, her heart, won’t let her die. I, her heart, won’t stop – I swear that, in front of everyone here. It’ll be one of those cases doctors call a medical miracle. We’d given up all hope, her relatives will say, but she survived, and then they’ll cry, hugging, all happy. And given that I am also in charge of the amount of love she feels for him, and its intensity, I know that it wouldn’t be right for me – her heart – to stop and take her life when I’ve gone to such pains to make her love him. Because I was the one who insisted that she love him – she didn’t want to, she was almost disgusted by him, but I convinced her that she had to fall in love with him because if she didn’t fall in love with him then she’d regret it for ever, she’d regret it her whole life. And she listened to me and loved him like nothing else in the world. the man’s head I, his head, sunk in a pillow beside her, have been thinking the last few days that I love her like nothing else in the world. I, his head – with his grey hair, his closed eyes, his pretty little mouth, and his milk-white cheeks – feel burdened with a great responsibility since I’m the one that somehow has to think of something to tell her if she wakes from her coma and asks me in terror whether she’s going to die or not. That’s something I have to do, his head, with his grey hair, because it’s not like his oesophagus can think. His spinal column can’t either. Not even his foot can think. It only knows how to rest against her when they’re both sleeping, for as long as they’re sleeping. So it’s up to me to think of something, and quick. the man’s foot Yes, you’re the one that has to do that. I, his foot – with my trim toenails and soft sole – rest against her foot each time we sleep. Think of something to tell her if she asks us whether she’s going to die or not? No, I can’t do that. Shut away inside his brown leather shoe that’s always tightly laced, slipped inside his dark blue sock that’s made of cotton, I have – for 62 years now – come into contact with concrete, marble slabs, pebbles, wooden floors, and mud, but the thing I remember most intensely of all is touching the sheet a little and her feet a little, with their trim nails and beige toes, each time we sleep. There have been many times when I, his foot, have ordered his hand – with its trim nails, and fingers tufted with white hairs – to write her a note each morning. I don’t know what it was it wrote her, and I don’t know if her eyes were in good enough shape to read his hand’s writing clearly, but I think it wrote her nice things each morning because each night, she would kiss me with her mouth and wash me with water and salt and lemons. Now I, his foot – flexed and still, as he sits in the chair opposite her bed – look at the door to the room and look at her hair and then look at the watch lying upside down on the bedside table with the dial facing downwards and gently wiggle my toes every few seconds and think to myself that I could maybe help her somehow. That I could maybe push inside her and pass through her lower intestine to reach into her abdominal cavity, and that I, his foot, with my big toe, could stop up the hole in her liver caused by that sharp object during the accident. Maybe that way I can save her, I thought. The foot takes two steps towards the female actor playing the liver. 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