It was many and many a year ago
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE
A minute I am copying out the poem by Poe
Jonny-Jonny is on the phone he wants you to take a break as he is tired
Then I shall take a break and maybe start again tomorrow
Judith placed her pen in the desk tidy and left the study
The study that overlooked the pool
In which a pistol once fired was hidden
I thought I saw two people walking a dog in a faraway field
But they turned out to be summer trees
I will never the early morning so carelessly again
The breeze lied to me today promising rain
I watched you swim in our dream place
As the clouds turned a Monroe Grey
I placed her pen in the desk tidy and left my study
My study that overlooked the pool
In which a pistol once fired was hidden
I picked up the internal phone and rang 2×3
Annabel picked up the receiver
Where is Judith?
In the study copying out the Poe poem
Would you ask her to finish it off as I am getting a little tired
Are you going to join us in the pool?
I might do
After all you created it for us
Life was so boring before you created the pool
There is a pistol in the pool
Do you know how it got there?
Anna K has been shot and I feel that it is my fault
Is she ok?
It is only a flesh wound
She is resting in my bed at present
Who shot her?
Will they not come here?
Eventually I have written in another shooting in another town and they are investigating that at present
They think Anna K is on a train many kilometres from here
What should we do if they show up here?
Just jump in the pool with Judith and for fucks sake hide the pistol
This will give me the time to write the next chapter
Interview with Anna K
Anna was sitting up when I entered the room
I could see her wound
The bullet had cut a deep furrow in her shoulder but caused only external tissue damage
Long time Rolf long time
I am known as Jonny-Jonny now
I think it was late in 1976 when I last saw you after the Dusseldorf shooting
I thought you were dead
No I escaped and lived in Normandy for the next two years but the cops were always just behind me
How long were you in jail?
I was released in 1992 as they did not think I was a danger to society
Are you are you a danger to society?
I ask myself that question quite often but do not answer it
Why did you betray me Rolf?
I did not betray you I just created your character in my book
It did not take them long to guess three times three does not make six
Like you I had been living under an assumed name Gretal Paigne
I was an art restorer and you might like this I still lived in Dusseldorf
I often passed the very cops who were hunting me in the street
But I was plain old Gretal Paigne from a good Jewish family
But you hated the Jews
We hated everything in those days
I was a responsible Jew
I changed my looks and put on weight
It worked and after a while they lost interest
Magnal the chief prosecutor died which was stroke of luck
They became more disorganised after his death
Until your fucking book
Who shot you?
A rookie cop
I reached inside my pocket for my id and the fool shot me
Don’t worry his car overturned on the autobahn he was killed soon after you were shot
That was the least I could do for you
And I am here lying in your bed with half my fucking shoulder blown away thank you
Do you think I have changed?
You could do with a good meal
Maybe put some colour in your hair
What are you going to do?
I will go back to Dusseldorf again and open up another shop I might teach music as it was what I was studying at University before we joined the FKK
Joking apart what are you going to do?
You are the writer Rolf create my future perhaps I could join your ménage a trios here
Jonny-Jonny and his ladies
What a fucking stupid name you have
Anna’s wound was bleeding again and Rolf bathed it gently
What about the cops?
You are safe here for the present as they are chasing you in Nice or maybe Cannes or maybe Antibes I have not decided where yet
I will finish that chapter after I leave you
The Publisher Findley
You see her father had two wives and both died
The first was Gaynor G
She was the policewoman you shot dead in Dusseldorf
He married the sister of Gaynor G and she was Judith’s mother
Is she also dead?
Yes the car in which she and her family were travelling was involved in a head on smash with a police car after the FKK bank raid in Stuttgart
The FKK disbanded after I was jailed and Anna went to ground
It did but there were cells that were still active right up to about ten years ago
They did not attack targets as your group did but robbed banks and the like so that they could finance something bigger
The operation was much more organised than yours
You may have wanted to change society to educate people but the later FKK cells had a bigger agenda
But they did not have a charismatic leader like yourself and because of this they were fragmented
Tell me about the crash
It was simple a group of FKK activists attempted to rob a bank in the suburbs of Stuttgart but the police were waiting for them
It was supposed to be a bloodless operation as the activists were only small fry but as normal the police fucked it up and there was a shoot out
One of the FKK cars escaped and was chased down the autobahn and this is when the crash happened
It appears that the driver of the police car was shot in the head during the chase and his car collided head on with the car in which Judith and her family was travelling
She lost her father and mother and was terribly injured herself
Did she recover?
You could say that, she had her right leg amputated above the knee and was badly scarred but she overcame this and became a respected wrier
I cannot say that I have read her work
She writes critical studies of famous writers and poets
She wrote a book on Poe which was very well received and it currently translating his poems into Polish
Does she know of my past?
Is this a wise appointment?
Look you are hot property today your last book sold millions people are not interested in your past they are just interested in Jonny-Jonny
You can use my villa it is in the hills it is very quiet
Does it have a pool?
No just write one into your book
It was previously owned by a rock star who killed himself there
He hung himself from a tree in the orchard
What was his name?
His brother committed suicide nearly ten years after Hugo in the house that we are about to pass
What was his name?
The Brother of Hugo H
The car stopped in front of a rather scruffy villa which had been built in the 1950s and had obviously seen better days
Is this it?
Yes but you can tidy it up in your dreams
Do not get any thoughts about Judith though
She works in a carpet factory
She is a grade one lesbian and as far as I know is fucking a woman called ANNABEL LEE
Fuck off Findlay
Perhaps if you are really nice to her she will tap your cock before she tucks you in for the night
Do you want this book or not?
Yes and this is why I have brought you here
I want you to write and write and make us very wealthy
You really are an old Jew through and through
August Super Winds
I always imagined that ANNABEL LEE resembled
The Dark Lady of the Sonnets
I do not know why as Poe does not reveal much
Judith said this to me when filming
The Sunshine Naturists of America
For a cable television channel
I’m happy when I’m a hiking
Towards a beautiful tor
For when the sun is a shining
I will always return for more
In a few short weeks I had tidied the villa up
I would be able to write
In chapter thirteen of my book
Thirteen burly Greek builders constructed a swimming pool
To my specifications
Conversations with a Naked Amputee
And this was the reason that, long ago
In the kingdom by the sea
A wind blew out of a cloud ,chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE
Judith was sitting quite naked on the stool as I entered my study
The scars that she had suffered in her terrible car accident were very evident
The skin on the right side of her body was red and rough
Oh I am sorry I did not know you were here
This is your study
Nevertheless I should have been aware of you working
You would not have known that I was naked
Do you often work naked?
If the air is as hot as it is today
Not when writing but sometimes when you and ANNABELLE LEE are out I swim naked in the pool
Have I embarrassed you?
If I was worried then I would have locked the door
The doors do not have locks the rock star removed them all
Do you hate what you see?
No should I?
My scarred body my missing leg
It is evident but it is of no consequence to me
The car crash was so severe that only my shoulders breasts and my face remained untouched although my nose was broken
Do you like my shoulders?
You have a beautiful face
I wanted you to see me naked that is why I sat in your study
With difficulty Judith stood up and faced me
I noticed that small crimson flowers had been attached to her pubic hair very much in the manner of a daisy chain
That was my girlfriend’s doing she was here until moments before you arrived you must have passed her on the stairs
No-one passed me
I think she was becoming bored so she decorated me
She achieved a good effect
Judith sat down and began to attach her prosthetic leg
Although I am scarred and hideous and only have one leg there are things that are advantageous to me
What might they be?
Feminine fucking it is so much easier with only one leg
I have never thought of it that way
Before I was crippled I had to be something of a contortionist when fucking girls but now I just slot in nicely between the thighs of ANNABEL LEE
How is your translation going?
I have had Findley on the telephone
Tell the old Jew to fuck off he will receive the translation when I am ready
With her prosthetic leg fitted Judith moved around the room with surprising ease
She looked out of the window at the empty swimming pool
Do you know there is a pistol in the pool?
How did it get there?
I don’t know I have not thought about that yet
The Apple and the Swimming Pool
As I walked down the stone steps I could hear splashing in the pool
I expected to see ANNABELLE LEE swimming but when the pool came into view it was empty
I could see wet footmarks leading away on the path which led to the lemon trees
ANNABELLE LEE ANNABELLE LEE
I have a task for you
There was no reply
I picked an apple which she had left on a sun lounger
I took a bite from it
It tasted bitter
Earlier I had noticed that on the mirror in the wash room that someone had written
Daughters of the Left Rise Up Again
They had borrowed my lipstick
I recognised the colour
Memories of Hammersmith
That evening I received a mail from Henryk Seinkiewicz which read as follows
Between July 1897 and March 1946 Martha Jane Edwards the loving mother of George Arthur Edwards who died on the 29th of July 1897 aged just seven months was known to visit his grave in the Lewisham Cemetery at least twice a month
After he death in March 1946 the grave was never visited again and is currently in a stage of advanced neglect
This is a fact
Judith had attached the chain of small crimson flowers to a wind chime which was moving quietly in the light breeze
A butterfly landed on the wind chime
Where are you going butterfly?
I am going to Rome
Then head for the hills and cross the sea as it is many days distant
Do take a crimson flower with you
I cut a flower from the chain and handed it to the butterfly
I am not looking forward to my journey
Be strong in your journey
My memorial overlooks the wheat fields which are so golden
Do visit me in August
It is the loveliest time of the year
August is the most private of months as it known that on one hand it is hiding the autumn but on the other it is celebrating high summer
Days of extreme heat often occur in August especially in countries further north like England Sweden Denmark and Finland
I was in England a few years ago when the temperature topped one hundred degrees which is very unusual for a country which is for the most part in the path of westerly winds
Today two Sopwith Camels passed overhead like angry moths and flew into clouds above Bordeaux
August is a month of sounds but also of silence and as I write I am looking toward the distant hills of Rouge Mi
There is nothing but silence
Even the insects are at peace
The Pistol in the Pool
The telephone rang
Are you writing?
It was Anna K
Yes but I need a break
Two cops have arrived and they are looking for Anna K
Get in the pool and hide the pistol
I will deal with the cops
The cop and his female partner were waiting at the gate
May we have entry sir?
Of course how may I help you?
Can we discuss this by your pool?
Be my guest
We sat in the hard seating area just in front of the terrace which led to the villa
Anna K was swimming in the pool
How may I help you?
Are you the writer and ex terrorist Jonny-Jonny?
I was known as Rolf then
You knew Anna K
Very well we were lovers as well as members of the FKK
Have you seen her recently?
No the last time I saw her was during the shootout in Dusseldorf in 1976
You killed my grandfather
I am sorry but it was different country then
What is your name?
I remember your grandfather Bernard Shultz
He would just not let me escape
A professional to the end
Did he die a hero?
No I shot him in the back as he tended to a fallen comrade
May I use your pool?
That is the only reason she accompanies me
You confuse me
So that she can use the pools in the neighbourhood
She looks better out of uniform
Does she talk to you about her grandfather?
She hated him you did the family a favour by blowing him away
Why did you come here please remind me?
We are hunting Anna K you identified her in your most recent novel Super-Terrorist
She is in the pool with your partner
Have you seen her?
As I said not since 1976
Do you live here alone?
My publisher has lent me this villa as I write a sequel to Super-Terrorist
There have reports that a woman with one leg has been seen at this villa
That is Judith she is an amputee
My information is that another woman has been seen here I have her description in my notebook
Raven haired raven eyes resembling Shakespeare’s Dark Lady of the Sonnets
That is ANNABELLE LEE
Are you engaged in a relationship with either of these woman?
Not a chance they are both raving dykes
They keep me awake at night just listening to them
I am surprised I write at all
Why are they here?
They are my research assistants
Are they here now?
No they are at a festival
The Festival of Food?
I believe so
Anna K and the female cop emerged naked from the pool
They lay next to each other on the sun loungers
Another five minutes Christina just five minutes
Do you fuck her?
Only after drug busts as they turn us both on so much
Anna K wrapped the pistol in a towel and passed it to me as the cops left
Did the female cop suspect anything?
No she was too busy telling me about her perfect tits
We will have to hide this pistol as I am sure the male cop suspected something it was something in his manner
Shall I throw the pistol back into the pool?
Yes and make sure it is near the overflow pipe
Today was to close for comfort
Message from a Critic
You are through to Jonny-Jonny I am online
You undress your female characters at every opportunity but do not reveal yourself or any of your male characters
Do you really want to see Findlay’s tiny Jewish Dick?
Why did the male cop not join the women in the pool instead of leering at his partner’s backside?
He was questioning me
Why were you not naked?
I never write naked I only swim naked
But never in front of your assistants
I doubt if they would be interested
Did you enjoy seeing Judith naked?
I did not enjoy or enjoy seeing Judith naked it was essential to the plot that I saw her naked
It was a catharsis for her obviously she needed somebody outside of her female lovers to see her naked
I doubt if she has ever been fucked by a man
Is that why she decorated her cunt?
I thought ANNABELLE LEE had weaved the flowers in her pubic hair
That is what she told me
Will you explore that in your book?
No if she happy with ANNABELLE LEE then I will not interfere
Does it turn you on when you hear them fucking at night
No it irritates me as I am trying to sleep
Findley wants this book in a month
Then why do you not go in and tell them to quieten down?
Are you scared of seeing two women fucking?
Then why do you suffer it?
I do not have an answer
Why do you not write a three-way into your book?
It is not essential to the plot
Just think of it having two dykes at once
I think it turns you on more than me
What turns me on?
That is you all over so so smart or at least you think you are Mr Cool who ensures that all his female characters go naked
Is that why you created the swimming pool?
No my assistants expressed their boredom so I created a pool for them
To see them naked?
No I do not watch them when they are in the pool
Because I am too busy writing
Do you want to watch them?
Yes please please write me in as a pizza delivery man who accidently interrupts them the next time they are in the pool together
And if that lovely cop could be there also then I would be so grateful to you
I will see what I can do
You are through to Jonny-Jonny I cannot reply to you right now so would you type in your message and I will come back to you as soon as possible
Finlay here – would you give a call or mail me – the Americans want a thousand word taster – are you in a position to send it to me – this would be very advantageous – they are talking of a prime time television slot – this could be even bigger than your last book – do contact me asap
Finlay again – do you realise that you still have the putrid corpse of the rock star hanging from a tree in the orchard – if I was you I would remove it before you send the in final draft
French Oyster Culture
After Boeuf demonstrated the practicability of oyster-farming in the area the extension of the system over the foreshores of the islands between Pont de Rivedoux and Point de Lome was so rapid and effective that over two hundred beds were conceded by the Government in the year of 1859 alone
The Green Oyster
One of the most lucrative branches of French oyster-farming may be described as the manufacture of the celebrated green oysters
The greening of the oysters that are brought from the Ile de Re parks is extensively carried on at Marennes on the banks of the River Seudre
The popularity of these oysters stems from the fact that emeralds are sometimes found instead of pearls
Attempts to synthesize this operation have so far failed
As requested I have sent you a thousand word taster for the Americans
Received with thanks
Have you read it?
Is it what they want?
They want anything you write but here we might have a problem
I think I know what you are going to say
Yes while the American publishers love you the authorities over there are taking a dimmer view
No entry to America
Yes I have tried to pull a few strings but to them you are still an FKK terrorist
Are they aware that I spent fourteen years in jail?
It would have been the gas chamber of life without parole if they had had their way you know the way their minds work
Only too well
Still this does not restrict your travel elsewhere
I have had an invite from Henryk Seinkiewicz to visit him in Poland he wants me to see his memorial
Are you thinking of going?
When I finish this book maybe he is a good friend
The butterfly you befriended was crucified when it reached Rome
I thought it might happen as people were uncomfortable with its views
The Romans are returning the crimson flower to you
It was found when the butterfly was arrested
You shoud receive it in a month
It was from Judith’s pubic hair
ANNABELLE LEE wove it into Judith’s hair on the day I saw her naked
I gave one to the butterfly
By the way I do not have a tiny Jewish Dick
I thought that was you
It was just that I had had some of those fucking feminists in my ear as they do not like the way you treat women in your books and poems
I treat them well
They are of the opinion that you bully them
I do not bully them I cherish them I celebrate beauty
There is much ugliness in the world I was ugly once but now I celebrate beauty
They do not see it that way
You said the easiest way to shut up a feminist is to give her a good fuck they are frustrated and are gagging for it twentyfour-seven
I believe you whispered this to me in a synagogue recently
I fully agree with you most feminists are ugly and jealous of beauty
With the exception of ML Oliver she is a beauty in anybody’s book
She hates my writing and has told me so on many occasions
Perhaps she just wants you to fuck her
I will write her into a chapter
And face a law suit
She just hates herself
I thought your treatment of Judith was very tender you did not exploit the situation at all
I just felt for her although she is not wildly attractive she did not deserve her injuries
I just felt compassion towards her
It showed in your writing
She was brave to expose her scars and stump to me
I think it liberated her
Maybe although she was badly scarred and had lost a leg she still had a beauty and that was what I was trying to get across
Would you have fucked her?
That was not in my mind when I wrote the chapter I just wanted to show that beauty is not always apparent
There is stillness about Judith
Why did you undress the female cop?
Do you know that during the FKK days we often fucked cops?
You hinted at that in your previous book
They were as fucked off as we were at the state of things and some crossed the line
Andy H was a well-known example and that was why they killed him at that roadblock
I liked the part when Anna K and Christina emerged from the pool naked
The hunted and the hunter together
Did you plan for Anna K to meet the cops?
No it came to me as I was writing
I was going to have ANNABEL LEE swimming in the pool but to have two beautiful women in the pool together was slightly clichéd
Speaking of ANNABEL LEE she does not appear in your book apart from conversations on the telephone or comments about her lovemaking
As with Anna K I am not sure what to do with ANNABEL LEE I could exploit her and describe her raven beauty in explicit detail but the book does not warrant it
Also I do not want to hurt Judith as ANNABEL LEE is the centre of her universe
Where is ANNABEL LEE at present?
Cutting down the rock stars putrid corpse and disposing of it
That is not a very nice job
That is because she fucked me off
Her laziness I asked her to research something for Henryk and she just remained around the pool all day and argued when I objected
So I told her to deal with the rock star as I do not want the cops hanging around
It is a shitty job for a woman
It is a shitty job for anyone but he is more a pile of bones
She needed to be taught a lesson
I have also turned the water off so when she come to shower etc etc
You are bullying your female characters again
Maybe maybe I am
Short Shower Room Scene
Jonny where the fuck are you!
ANNABEL LEE ran down the stone steps towards me she was quite naked
You cunt you fucking cunt you turned the water off
I needed to teach you a lesson
I have just handled a putrid rotting rock star I and I am crawling with bugs and you have turned the fucking water off
I looked at her pubic hair
I wonder if Shakespeare’s Dark Lady of the Sonnets had a raven bush as symmetrical as yours it is indeed a work of art
Fuck you fuck you fuck you!
ANNABEL LEE ran across the terrace and jumped into the pool
She turned her back on me
I could see that she was crying
Memo from Desmond (Confidential)
It may be too late for his current book but I will try to move Jonny-Jonny towards a less edgy view of women as he is still has a tendency to bully them in his prose
Whilst he does not objectify them as such he does treat them badly at times
The feminist movement although misguided does have a strong station in the USA and if he alienates them then his reputation might suffer
I will support his trip to Poland to see Henryk as I feel he needs a little lyricism in his soul and his good friend will most certainly provide that
The Return of the Cops
ANNABEL LEE burst into my study breathless
The cops are here again
Is it Christina and the stupid one?
Where are they?
By the gate
Ok where is Anna?
In the orchard
Leave by the back door and warn her as I think these cops might mean business
Were they tooled up?
Fuck I thought this might happen
From the washroom window I could see ANNABEL LEE running across the small meadow that led to the orchard
Thankfully she was blind from the road
I walked towards the gate where there were two macho cops waiting for me
Are you Jonny-Jonny?
We have received information that you are hiding the wanted terrorist Anna K
I have not seen her in forty years
Your colleagues were here a short while ago
The stupid one and the female cop with nice tits
Christina and Alain they have left the force
In a week?
Do not argue with me
The taller of the two cops pushed me aside
I felt for my gun which I had not carried for years
You fucking terrorists are all the same where is she?
Go and issue parking tickets fuck
I was punched in the mouth by the cop nearest to me
Look here Jonny-Jonny or is it still Rolf D I have come here to neutralise that bitch
She is rubbish and a cop killer
My mouth was bleeding
That was forty years ago you were not even born
The FKK killed my father
Do I give a fuck?
I was punched again and kicked in the stomach the barrel of the cops heavy gun was pointed at my temple
Where is she I will not ask again?
Go fuck yourself!
I heard the bullets move in the barrel of the gun
Hey cunts are you looking for me?
I looked up and saw Anna K standing naked at the top of the path she was holding a Kalashnikov
You fucking bitch!
The cop raised his gun
Suddenly the side of his head exploded as a bullet ripped his skull apart
I looked around and saw ANNABEL LEE who was as naked as Anna K with the pistol from the pool in her hand
It was still smoking
You have the most symmetrical of cunts
She smiled at me
The other cop was hit instantly as Anna K took advantage of his surprise and blew his face away with a volley of bullets
He fell against the Iron Gate
Judith walked towards me taking the pistol from ANNABEL LEE
She was also naked and handed the pistol to me as she and helped me to my feet
I was pretty groggy and bleeding and dropped the pistol
Judith tossed it carelessly into the pool
What a fucking mess they made of you let’s take you inside and clean you up
They may have broken your nose
Memo to Findlay
Shelia mailed me your memo in error – you will see that I have not bullied my female characters but empowered them – I was being fucked by those cops and the women rescued me
The cops would have killed me
I feel that they have done half the job
My nose is broken and I am heavily bruised
I treated them all as Amazons naked and powerful
Although not armed even shy Judith joined in
They cleaned up my wounds and placed me in an ice cold bath
I am not sure why
Obviously I will not be available for any signing for the foreseeable future
The women have buried the cops next to the rock star
I am not sure if this is how you wanted it to end but this is the way it ended
I have written a new life for Anna K in Germany and will be leaving for Poland when I am back in one piece
Judith and ANNABEL LEE will be more difficult to place I might use them in another book
As I lay painfully on the small camp bed I watched Judith work
She was naked
She always worked naked
I was naked
Her translation of ANNABEL LEE was almost complete
She read part of it to me
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea
And neither the angels in heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE