The ninth configuration

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9780060103590: The ninth configuration

Published in 1967 and then extensively revised in 1978, The Ninth Configuration is a fascinating look at madness, philosophy, and the nature of religious belief. Both The Ninth Configuration and Twinkle, Twinkle 'Killer' Kane have been out of print for decades, but this new edition combines both novels with a long essay by Mark Kermode.

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William Peter Blatty is most wel-known for his novel The Exorcist, and his Academy-award winning screenplay for the movie. He also wrote a sequel to The Exorcist, Legion, and directed Exorcist III as well as the film version of The Ninth Configuration. Mark Kermode is a well-known film scholar and expert on William Peter Blatty's fiction and films.

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The mansion was isolated and Gothic, massive, trapped in a wood, grotesque. It crouched beneath the stars under clustered spires like something enormous and deformed, unable to hide, wanting to sin. Its gargoyles grinned at the forest pressing in on it thickly all around. For a time nothing moved. Dawn sifted in. Thin fall sunlight pried at the morning entombed within the arborescent gloom, and fog curled up from rotted leaves like departing souls, dry and weak. In the breeze, a creaking shutter moaned for Duncan and a haunted crow coughed hoarsely in a meadow far away. Then silence. Waiting.
*   *   *
The voice of a man from within the mansion carried with firm conviction, startling a small green heron from the moat.
“Robert Browning had the clap and he caught it from Charlotte and Emily Brontë.”
A second man, angry, bellowed, “Cutshaw, shut your mouth!”
“He caught it from both of them.”
Shut up, you crazy bastard!
“You don’t want to hear the truth.”
“Krebs, sound assembly!” the angry man ordered.
Then a military bugling shattered the air, ripping into the fog, and an American flag, fluttering defiance, leaped up a pole atop a spire. Twenty-seven men in green fatigues exploded like shrapnel from the mansion and hurtled out to the center of its courtyard, muttering and mumbling and crooking their elbows, dress-right-dress, in the forming of a military line. Above their denims some affected other dress: one wore a rapier and golden earrings; from the head of another bloomed a coonskin cap. Imprecations floated up from them like steam alive with sparks:
“Hillo ho ho, boys! Come, bird, come!”
“You know, I wish you’d douche; sincerely.”
“Sink the Bismarck!”
“Watch the elbow!”
A man with a shaggy mongrel dog in his arms burst into the center of the line. He bawled, “My cape! Have you seen my cape?”
“Hell, what’s a cape?” snarled the one with the sword. “Just fucking fabric.”
“Fabric?”
“Foolish fucking fabric.”
“What country is this?” asked a man at the end of the line.
A blond-haired man confronted them briskly. He wore tattered and dirty black Keds, his left big toe protruding through a hole; and over his fatigues he flaunted a New York University sweater: on the sleeve of one arm were letterman’s stripes, and on the other, a NASA astronaut’s patch. “Attention!” he commanded with authority. “It is I, Billy Cutshaw!”
The men obeyed, then stiffly raised their arms in the salute of ancient Rome. “Captain Billy, let us serve you!” they howled into the fog; then they dropped their arms and stood unmoving, hushed, like the damned awaiting judgment.
Cutshaw’s gaze flicked over them swiftly, flashing and mysterious, luminous and deep. At last he spoke:
“Lieutenant Bennish!”
“Sah!”
“You may take three giant steps and kiss the hem of my garment!”
Sah!”
“The hem, Bennish, mind you, the hem!
Bennish took three steps forward, then cracked his heels together resoundingly. Cutshaw measured him with reserve. “Excellent form, Bennish.”
“Thank you very much, sir.”
“Don’t let it go to your fucking head. There is nothing more vile than hubris.
“Yes, sir. You’ve said that many times, sir.”
“I know that, Bennish.” Cutshaw was probing him with his gaze, as though seeking out insolence and outrage, when the man with the sword bawled, “Here comes the fuzz!”
The men began booing as out from the mansion, in angry stride, marched the starched and militant figure of a major in the Marine Corps. Cutshaw scuttled into the line, and over the booing the man with the sword shouted out at the major, “Where’s my Ho Chi Minh decoder ring? I sent in the goddam boxtops, Groper; where the hell’s the—”
Quiet!” Groper quelled them. His little eyes seared out from a face that was pummeled beef adorned with a crew cut. He was hulking and heavy of bone. “Fucking weirdo, yellow smart-ass college pricks!” he snarled.
That says it,” muttered someone in the ranks.
Groper paced the rank of men, his great head lowered as though ready to charge them. “Who in the hell do you think you’re kidding with your phony little squirrel act? Well, bad news, boys. Tough shit. ’Cause guess who’s coming to take command next week! Can you guess, boys? Huh? A psychiatrist!” He was suddenly roaring, quivering with uncontrollable rage. “That’s right! The best! The best in uniform! The greatest fucking psychiatrist since Jung!” He pronounced the J.
Now he stood breathing heavily, gathering air and dominion. “Fucking combat-shirking bastards! He’s coming to find out if you’re really psycho!” Groper grinned, his eyes shining. “Isn’t that great news, boys?”
Cutshaw took one step forward. “Could we knock off this ‘boys’ shit, Major, please? It makes us feel like we’re cocker spaniels and you’re the Old Pirate in Tortilla Flat. Could we—”
Back into line!
Cutshaw squeezed a rubber horn in his hand the size of a baseball. It emitted a raucous, unpleasant sound.
Groper rasped, “Cutshaw, what have you got there?”
“A foghorn,” answered Cutshaw. “Chinese junks have been reported in the area.”
“Someday I’ll break your back, I promise you.”
“Someday I’m going to leave Fort Zinderneuf; I’m getting tired of propping up bodies.”
“I wish they’d clobbered you in space,” said Groper.
The men began to hiss.
“Quiet!” barked Groper.
The hissing grew louder.
“Yeah, hissing you’re good at, you slimy little snakes.”
“Bra- vo! Bra- vo!” commended Cutshaw, leading the men in polite applause. Others added their praise:
“Good image.”
“Splendid, Groper! Splendid!”
“Just one more thing, sir,” Cutshaw began.
“What’s that?”
“Stick a pineapple up your ass.” Cutshaw looked away. He felt a premonition. “Somebody’s coming,” he said.
It was a prayer.

 
Copyright © 1978 by William Peter Blatty

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