9780061240416

Bad Monkeys

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  • Format: Paperback
  • Copyright: 2007-01-01
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publications
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Summary

Jane Charlotte has been arrested for murder. She tells police that she is a member of a secret organization devoted to fighting evil; her division is called the Department for the Final Disposition of Irredeemable Persons-"Bad Monkeys" for short. This confession earns Jane a trip to the jail's psychiatric wing, where a doctor attempts to determine whether she is lying, crazy-or playing a different game altogether. What follows is one of the most clever and gripping novels you'll ever read.

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Bad Monkeys

Chapter One

White Room (i)

It's a room an uninspired playwright might conjure while staring at a blank page: White walls. White ceiling. White floor. Not featureless, but close enough to raise suspicion that its few contents are all crucial to the upcoming drama.

A woman sits in one of two chairs drawn up to a rectangular white table. Her hands are cuffed in front of her; she is dressed in an orange prison jumpsuit whose bright hue seems dull in the whiteness. A photograph of a smiling politician hangs on the wall above the table. Occasionally the woman glances up at the photo, or at the door that is the room's only exit, but mostly she stares at her hands, and waits.

The door opens. A man in a white coat steps in, bringing more props: a file folder and a handheld tape recorder.

"Hello," he says. "Jane Charlotte?"

"Present," she says.

"I'm Dr. Vale." He shuts the door and comes over to the table. "I'm here to interview you, if that's all right." When she shrugs, he asks: "Do you know where you are?"

"Unless they moved the room . . ." Then: "Las Vegas, Clark County Detention Center. The nut wing."

"And do you know why you're here?"

"I'm in jail because I killed someone I wasn't supposed to," she says, matter-of-factly. "As for why I'm in this room, with you, I guess that has something to do with what I told the detectives who arrested me."

"Yes." He gestures at the empty chair. "May I sit down?"

Another shrug. He sits. Holding the tape recorder to his lips, he recites: "June 5th, 2002, approximately nine forty-five a.m. This is Dr. Richard Vale, speaking with subject Jane Charlotte, of . . . What's your current home address?"

"I'm kind of between homes right now."

". . . of no fixed address." He sets the tape recorder, still running, on the table, and opens the folder. "So . . . You told the arresting detectives that you work for a secret crime-fighting organization called Bad Monkeys."

"No," she says.

"No?"

"We don't fight crime, we fight evil. There's a difference. And Bad Monkeys is the name of my division. The organization as a whole doesn't have a name, at least not that I ever heard. It's just 'the organization.'"

"And what does 'Bad Monkeys' mean?"

"It's a nickname," she says. "All the divisions have them. The official names are too long and complicated to use on anything but letterhead, so people come up with shorthand versions. Like the administrative branch, officially they're 'The Department for Optimal Utilization of Resources and Personnel,' but everyone just calls them Cost-Benefits. And the intel-gathering group, that's 'The Department of Ubiquitous Intermittent Surveillance,' but in conversation they're just Panopticon. And then there's my division, 'The Department for the Final Disposition of Irredeemable Persons . . .'"

"Irredeemable persons." The doctor smiles. "Bad monkeys."

"Right."

"Shouldn't it be Bad Apes, though?" When she doesn't respond, he starts to explain: "Human beings are more closely related to great apes than—"

"You're channeling Phil," she says.

"Who?"

"My little brother. Philip. He's a nitpicker, too." She shrugs. "Yeah, I suppose technically, it should be apes instead of monkeys. And technically"—she lifts her arms and gives her bracelets a shake—"these should be called wristcuffs. But they're not."

"So in your job with Bad Monkeys," the doctor asks, "what is it you do? Punish evil people?"

"No. Usually we just kill them."

"Killing's not a punishment?"

"It is if you do it to pay someone back. But the organization's not about that. We're just trying to make the world a better place."

"By killing evil men."

"Not all of them. Just the ones Cost-Benefits decides will do a lot more harm than good if they go on breathing."

"Does it bother you to kill people?"

"Not usually. It's not like being a police officer. I mean cops, they have to deal with all kinds of people, and sometimes, upholding the law, they've got to come down on folks who really aren't all that bad. I can see where that would give you a crisis of conscience. But the guys we go after in Bad Monkeys aren't the sort you have mixed feelings about."

"And the man you were arrested for killing, Mr.—"

"Dixon," she says. "He wasn't a bad monkey."

"No?"

"He was a prick. I didn't like him. But he wasn't evil."

"Then why did you kill him?"

She shakes her head. "I can't just tell you that. Even if I thought you'd believe me, it wouldn't make sense unless I told you everything else first. But that's too long a story."

"I don't have anywhere else I have to be this morning."

"No, I mean it's a long story. This morning I could maybe give you the prologue; to get through the whole thing would take days."

"You do understand you're going to be in here for a while."

"Of course," she says. "I'm a murderer. But that's no reason why you should have to waste your time."

"Do you want to tell the story?"

"I suppose there's a part of me that does. I mean, I didn't have to mention Bad Monkeys to the cops."

"Well if you're willing to talk, I'm willing to listen."

"You're just going to think I'm crazy. You probably already do."

"I'll try to keep an open mind."

"That won't help."

"Why don't we just start, and see how it goes?" the doctor suggests. "Tell me how you first got involved with the organization. How long have you worked for them?"

"About eight months. I was recruited last year after the World Trade towers went down. But that's not really the beginning. The first time I crossed paths with them was back when I was a teenager."

"What happened?"

"I stumbled into a Bad Monkeys op. That's how a lot of people get recruited: they're in the wrong place at the wrong time, they get caught up in an operation, and even though they don't really understand what's happening, they show enough potential that the organization takes notice. Then later—maybe days, maybe decades—there's a job opening, and New Blood pays them a visit."

Bad Monkeys. Copyright © by Matt Ruff. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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