Geraldine  slipped  down  under  the  bench  after  the  
initial  shot  and  , from  his  spot  behind  the  lectern  at  the  front  , 
Cameron  could  not  see  much  of  her  , only  the  whiteness  of  a  
cricketing  sweater  she  had  regularly  appeared  in  lately  , and  the  
grey-streaked  , fairish  mass  of  her  hair .sx   The  man  with  the  pistol  
went  to  the  aisle  , stepped  up  two  tiers  , jumped  on  to  the  third  
bench  and  walked  a  few  steps  along  it  , scattering  the  books  and  
papers  of  the  couple  of  students  between  the  aisle  and  Geraldine .sx   
He  stood  over  the  place  where  she  lay  and  aimed  the  gun  at  her  
again .sx    .sx   
  " No  , " Cameron  yelled .sx   " Why ?sx   Oh  why ?sx   "  He  
moved  out  from  behind  the  lectern  , the  copy  of  The  Friends  of  
Eddie  Coyle  ,  from  which  he  had  been  reading  to  illustrate  
irony  , still  in  his  hand .sx   The  man  turned  and  stared  at  him  for  a  
moment .sx   Her  husband ?sx   Geraldine  was  a  mature  student  with  sons  , from  
one  of  whom  she  might  have  borrowed  the  sweater .sx   Didn't  Cameron  
recall  drinking  Chianti  with  this  man  at  some  social  evening  for  
students  and  partners  in  her  first  year ?sx   A  plumber ?sx   A  roofer ?sx   
  " Mr  Marques  , " he  shouted  , " you'll  never  get  away  
with  this .sx   Why  don't  we  just  talk  it  over  like  two  sensible  
people ?sx   "   .sx   
  The  man  turned  back  , then  bent  down  as  if  to  get  a  better  
sighting  of  Geraldine  on  the  floor .sx   She  must  have  part-rolled  under  
the  seat .sx   In  a  moment  he  did  something  very  extraordinary  , which  to  
Cameron  carried  a  kind  of  sparkling  symbolism .sx   The  attacker  
actually  kneeled  on  the  third  bench  , his  back  to  Cameron  , the  gun  
pointed  down  in  front  of  him  at  Geraldine .sx   The  contradiction  seemed  
to  Cameron  heavy  with  meaning  -  this  traditional  attitude  of  
subjection  , yet  also  this  attitude  of  terrible  dominance .sx   In  his  
teaching  he  always  stressed  the  suitability  of  crime  as  a  
novelistic  subject  , because  of  its  multitudinous  complexities :sx   
hence  today's  look  at  irony  , for  instance .sx   
  The  man  fired  again  , and  , soon  , Cameron  glimpsed  a  large  , 
spreading  red  rectangle  appear  on  the  shoulder  and  back  of  the  
cricket  sweater .sx   Again  that  seemed  to  him  significant :sx   this  garment  
of  a  rigidly  formulated  , indeed  venerable  , game  now  touched  by  deep  
disorder .sx   He  could  smell  what  he  knew  must  be  cordite  , sharp  , 
pleasant  , lingering .sx   The  man  straightened  , then  walked  swiftly  , 
assuredly  , back  along  the  bench  towards  the  door .sx   Yes  , perhaps  a  
roofer .sx   He  had  on  what  looked  to  Cameron  like  remarkably  expensive  
brown  fashion  boots  , possibly  even  Timberland .sx   Roofers  made  a  bomb  , 
and  plumbers .sx   But  how  absurd  , he  thought  , to  be  noticing  such  
things  , when  a  woman  lay  dead  and  the  murderer  was  escaping .sx   Yet  
the  mind  was  ungovernable  , following  its  own  streams  of  
consciousness  , not  exactly  regardless  of  events  , but  only  
contingent  to  them .sx   He  would  diary  his  reactions  with  
exactitude .sx   
  To  his  classes  he  had  continually  pointed  out  that  action  , 
action  and  more  action  was  the  essence  of  crime  writing :sx   explicit  
philosophising  , even  character  analysis  , had  to  be  brief  , if  not  
actually  sketchy  , in  the  interests  of  pace .sx   Yearly  he  quoted  to  his  
pupils  that  saying  of  -  or  was  it  about ?sx   -  Len  Deighton  , the  spy  
author  , stipulating  that  if  a  narrative  grew  slack  the  way  to  
recover  was  have  somebody  barge  through  the  door  holding  a  gun .sx   And  
now  it  had  really  happened  -  and  , yes  , by  God  , it  worked :sx   the  whole  
tempo  of  things  had  changed .sx   This  lecture  theatre's  atmosphere  no  
longer  seemed  even  vaguely  comparable  with  what  it  was  when  he  had  
been  skilfully  elaborating  on  the  fierce  irony  in  the  title  of  
George  V.  Higgins's  The  Friends  of  Eddie  Coyle  -  where  
'friends'  meant  the  reverse .sx   No  question  , it  had  been  a  
well-prepared  and  genuinely  felt  lecture  of  very  bright  insights  , 
but  certainly  the  students  had  reacted  much  more  vividly  to  the  
interruption  by  the  armed  man  and  the  shooting  of  Geraldine .sx   In  
fact  , they  were  still  tense  , still  white  or  flushed  , many  of  them  , 
some  weeping .sx   
  So  , then  , action .sx   The  only  relevant  contribution  he  could  think  
of  now  was  pursuit  of  the  gunman  , who  had  left  the  room  by  the  
upper  door  , slamming  it  behind  him .sx   Cameron  raced  up  the  tiered  
floor  after  him .sx   " No !sx   " an  undergraduate  cried .sx   " My  
God  , Professor  , he's  armed .sx   Let  the  police  deal  with  
it .sx   "   .sx   
  Yet  that  was  not  how  these  things  were  shaped  at  all .sx   If  some  
innocent  bystander  is  drawn  in  during  a  crime  , he  is  drawn  in  and  
has  no  choice  but  to  become  involved  , though  fearful .sx   This  crisis  
was  what  in  Hemingway  -  an  occasional  practitioner  of  crime  fiction  
-  would  be  called  'the  moment  of  truth'  , and  one  could  only  put  
one's  manliness  on  the  line  and  hope  it  was  of  due  quality .sx   Cameron  
still  carried  the  paperback  George  V.  Higgins  novel .sx   Would  he  throw  
this  at  the  gunman  should  he  encounter  him  now ?sx   It  was  a  paradigm  
situation :sx   the  pathetically  ill-armed  , run-of-the-mill  , even  
insignificant  man  -  one  of  life's  ordinary  Joes  -  willing  to  
confront  the  violent  brute  , and  able  to  offer  against  this  threat  
only  a  farcially  negligible  missile  , plus  , though  , his  courage  , 
determination  and  the  blessed  instinct  of  good's  resistance  to  
evil .sx   He  remembered  Frederic  March  coping  with  Bogart  and  other  
hoodlums  in  The  Desperate  Hours   .sx   Somehow  and  eventually  
this  good  and  typical  figure  always  won :sx   art's  pressure  towards  
tidiness  ensured  it .sx   He  felt  wonderfully  heartened  as  he  ran  , and  
considered  it  not  foolhardy  but  obligatory  to  ignore  the  
well-intentioned  , frantic  , yelled  warning .sx   
  Then  , as  Cameron  neared  the  door  , it  was  flung  open  again  and  
the  man  stood  there  once  more  , his  gun  raised .sx   Jesus  , had  all  that  
rubbish  stuff  about  Hemingway  and  blessed  instincts  knackered  this  
narrative  so  badly  that  the  technique  of  an  armed  intruder  bursting  
through  the  door  had  to  be  given  such  an  immediate  second  run ?sx   
Cameron  stopped  , horrified  , and  they  stared  at  each  other .sx   This  was  
the  instant  , wasn't  it  , when  a  fictional  character  would  think  
lovingly  of  all  those  precious  things  that  constituted  the  texture  
of  existence  -  bird  song  , children's  laughter  , a  modicum  of  Turkish  
delight  , Mozart  and/or  Randy  Crawford  , plus  , of  course  , the  clean  
smack  of  a  ball  hit  perfectly  into  the  pool  pocket .sx   
  " Why ?sx   You  ask  why ?sx   "  the  man  cried  in  a  
strangely  hollow  , yet  at  the  same  time  immensely  powerful  , 
voice .sx   
  " Yes  , why ?sx   "  Cameron  answered .sx   There  could  be  a  
remarkable  strength  from  repetition  in  dialogue :sx   the  strength  of  
incantation .sx   
  " I'll  tell  you  why .sx   Oh  , yes  , I'll  tell  you  
why .sx   "  Perhaps  this  man  attended  evening  creative-writing  
classes  and  also  knew  about  incantation .sx   
  One  of  the  more  promising  students  shouted :sx   " What  we  
are  seeing  here  is  violence  as  an  outcrop  of  fundamental  
psychological  disturbance .sx   Character  blazoned  in  
action .sx   "   .sx   
  " Come  , " Cameron  replied  , leading  down  towards  the  
lectern .sx   He  turned  his  back  on  the  gun  , knowing  somehow  that  this  
was  a  gesture  which  could  not  provoke  a  shot .sx   It  would  have  been  
hopelessly  outside  the  mode .sx   " We  are  a  university  and  
everyone  is  entitled  to  his  point  of  view .sx   Tell  me  , are  you  Mr  
Marques ?sx   Did  we  not  take  wine  together  , sir  , on  some  earlier  
occasion ?sx   "  Often  elaborate  politeness  darkened  prevailing  
menace  even  further  , by  showing  the  formalities  of  society  in  peril  
and  so  indicating  their  extreme  fragility .sx   
  " It  doesn't  matter  who  I  am .sx   "   .sx   
  " But  may  I  call  you  Mr  Marques ?sx   "   .sx   
  " Call  me  what  you  will .sx   See  me  simply  as  someone  with  a  
mission .sx   I  have  fulfilled  half  of  it .sx   "   .sx   
  " Half ?sx   "  .sx   
  Cameron  felt  a  terrible  fear  grip  him .sx   If  this  were  fiction  it  
would  have  been  an  example  of  that  story-telling  trick  of  not  
giving  the  reader  too  much  too  soon :sx   standard  in  crime  writing  , 
where  narrative  flair  was  at  the  art  of  holding  back .sx   Lord  , what  
was  the  other  half  of  the  mission ?sx   Who  was  the  other  half ?sx   As  
to  halves .sx   For  half  of  half  a  term  in  Geraldine's  second  year  
Cameron  had  been  banging  her  three  or  four  times  a  week  , after  
which  she  moved  on  to  , he  thought  , Graham  Liatt  in  the  History  of  
Political  Ideas .sx   The  kind  of  ferocious  sexual  guilt  that  waylaid  
the  hero  in  both  Presumed  Innocent  and  Fatal  
Attraction  ravaged  Cameron  for  a  moment  , though  the  actual  
circumstances  in  those  tales  were  very  different  , naturally .sx   
  Marques  followed  him  down  to  the  lectern .sx   Cameron  replaced  
  The  Friends  of  Eddie  Coyle  on  it  and  addressed  the  class :sx   
  " This  is  Geraldine's  , well  , husband .sx   Was .sx   We're  often  left  
without  a  full  statement  of  the  murderer's  point  of  view .sx   Perhaps  
we  get  excessively  preoccupied  with  the  restoration  of  legitimacy  , 
the  efficacy  of  the  detective  as  agent  of  civic  recuperation .sx   Today  
this  can  be  corrected .sx   I  don't  know  whether  Mr  Marques  will  agree  
to  take  questions  later .sx   "   .sx   
  Cameron  could  see  Geraldine's  body  again  , exactly  as  it  had  
been  , except  that  the  red  rectangle  on  the  sweater  had  grown .sx   The  
greyness  in  her  hair  had  almost  put  him  off  that  liaison  in  her  
second  year  , and  had  ensured  that  he  did  not  grieve  irreparably  
when  , after  a  few  weeks  , she  grew  restless  for  Liatt  , or  some  other  
teaching  ram .sx   Perhaps  he  should  have  forgone  even  that  short  
affair .sx   Regret  , vain  second  thoughts  , incomprehensibility  at  one's  
own  actions  -  these  were  the  essence  of  the  grippingly  dramatic .sx   
Watching  her  , inert  , he  realised  she  was  what  Martin  Amis  in  his  
novel  London  Fields  would  rather  jokingly  call  the  
murderee  -  the  passive  figure  , to  whom  something  is  done  , namely  
death :sx   it  could  be  significant  that  the  term  was  applied  to  a  
woman  , the  exploited  sex  -  the  feminist  critics  might  like  to  mull  
that .sx   Geraldine's  body  bellowed  body  language .sx   
  " She  was  moving  away  from  me  , losing  me  , "  
Marques  declared .sx   " That's  why  I  am  here .sx   "   .sx   
  " Geraldine  was ?sx   "  Cameron  asked .sx   
  " And  so  I  decided  to  bring  her  to  rest .sx   She  is  mine  
again  now  , only  mine  , forever  mine .sx   Reclaimed  at  last .sx   "  
Passionately  , his  voice  rose  to  even  greater  force  , easily  reaching  
people  in  the  back  row  , with  which  Cameron  himself  sometimes  had  
difficulty  , and  Marques  lifted  both  hands  in  a  kind  of  agonised  yet  
victorious  declaration .sx   
  He  had  placed  the  pistol  on  the  copy  of  The  Friends  of  
Eddie  Coyle  on  the  lectern  , within  a  couple  of  metres  of  
Cameron .sx   While  Marques  was  stretching  like  that  it  might  have  been  
possible  to  snatch  the  gun .sx   This  did  not  seem  at  all  the  proper  way  
things  should  go  , though .sx   Instead  , there  ought  to  come  a  moment  -  a  
moment  when  all  the  talking  had  been  done  , all  the  explanations  
covered  , all  the  overtones  and  wider  issues  hinted  at  -  when  
Marques  would  voluntarily  surrender  the  weapon  in  a  telling  gesture  
and  Cameron  would  shake  his  hand  , look  once  more  squarely  into  his  
eyes  , seeing  only  agony  and  loneliness  there  , and  then  take  him  
regretfully  but  unswervingly  to  justice .sx   It  was  important  to  round  
off  matters  , hit  a  note  of  tragedy  rather  than  of  banal  force  
majeure   .sx   This  kind  of  touch  was  what  produced  resonances  , 
lifted  even  brutal  crime  to  a  significant  plane .sx   
  In  any  case  , Cameron  was  not  sure  he  would  be  able  to  manage  
the  automatic  usefully  even  if  he  did  grab  it .sx   It  was  of  dark  blue  
metal  , horribly  like  the  tint  of  a  bruise  , Cameron  thought  -  
upsettingly  so  , disablingly  so .sx   But  how  wimpish  a  reaction !sx   Was  
this  a  sign  of  the  essential  impotence  of  the  scholar  and  academic  
as  against  the  Man  of  Action  -  the  Man  of  Action  whom  scholars  and  
academics  battened  on :sx   historians  with  Attila  or  Wellington  or  
Rommel  ; himself  -  Cameron  -  in  this  particular  course  , with  
murderers  , bank  robbers  , roofers ?sx   
  " How  do  you  mean  she's  yours  again  now  , only  yours  , 
forever  yours ?sx   "  Kate  Bilton  called  from  the  end  of  the  back  
row .sx   " How  can  she  be  yours  only  yours ?sx   She's  stone  dead .sx   
This  is  surely  sloppy  thinking .sx   She's  not  anyone's  now .sx   Blast  
someone's  skull  to  establish  possession ?sx   A  bit  roundabout  , wouldn't  
you  say ?sx   "   .sx   
  This  kid  Bilton  had  always  suffered  from  a  foul  dose  of  
literalism .sx   Why  she  was  doing  an  English  course  at  all  Cameron  
found  it  hard  to  tell .sx   Realising  he  had  to  say  something  to  help  
Marques  out  of  his  probably  limited  articulation  , Cameron  replied :sx   
  " Death  can  supply  a  kind  of  resolution  , surely  , Kate .sx