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Harlem Shuffle by Colson Whitehead

Harlem Shuffle

by Colson Whitehead
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  • Sep 14, 2021, 336 pages
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Until the next thing came along.

There was a collapsible army cot where the boy's desk used to be, a plaid wool blanket curled in an S on top. Had he been sleeping there? As the radio man led him, Carney saw that he'd lost still more weight. He thought about asking after his health, but didn't.

Aronowitz kept a dusty display of transistor radios by the front door, but in the back items moved in more constant exchange. Carney's Philco 4242 sat on the floor. Freddie had steered it into Carney's store on a creaky dolly, swore it was in "A-1 condition." Some days Carney felt the need to press his cousin on a lie until it broke and some days his love was such that the slightest quiver of mistrust made him ashamed. When he'd plugged in the TV and turned it on, his reward was a white dot in the middle of the tube and a petulant hum. He didn't ask where Freddie got it. He never asked. The TVs moved quickly out of the gently used section when Carney priced them right.

"Still in the box," Carney said.

"What? Oh, those."

There was a stack of four Silvertone TVs by the bathroom door, blond-wood Lowboy Consoles, all-channel. Sears manufactured them, and Carney's customers revered Sears from childhood, when their parents ordered from catalogs because the white men in their Southern towns wouldn't sell to them, or jacked up the prices.

"A man brought those by yesterday," Aronowitz said. "I was told they fell off a truck."

"Boxes look fine."

"A very short fall, then."

A hundred and eighty-nine retail, let's say another twenty with the Harlem tax from a white store; overcharging was not limited to south of the Mason-Dixon. Carney said, "I could probably sell one to a customer in the market." A hundred fifty on installments, they'd sprout feet and march out the door singing "The Star-Spangled Banner."

"I can part with two. I'll throw in the work on the Philco. It was just a loose lead."

They did a deal for the TVs. On his way out the door, Aronowitz asked, "Can you help me bring your radios into the back? I like to keep the front presentable."

Uptown Carney took Ninth Avenue, not trusting the highway with his new TVs. Down three radios, up three sets—not a bad start to the day. He had Rusty unload the TVs into the store and drove up to the dead lady's house, 141st Street. Lunch was two hot dogs and a coffee at Chock Full o'Nuts.

*** 3461 Broadway had a busted elevator. The sign had been up for a while. Carney counted the steps to the fourth floor. If he bought something and lugged it out to the truck, he liked to know how many steps to curse on the way down. On the second floor, someone was boiling pigs' feet and on the third, old socks from the smell of it. This had the feel of a wasted trip.

The daughter, Ruby Brown, let him in. The tenement had settled, and as she opened the door to 4G, it scraped the floor.

"Raymond," she said.

He couldn't place her.

"We were at Carver together, I was a few years behind you."

He nodded as if he remembered. "I'm sorry about your loss."

She thanked him and glanced down for a moment. "I came up to take care of things and Timmy James told me to call you."

Didn't know who he was, either. When he first got the pickup and started lending it out, and then buying furniture, he knew everyone. Now he'd been in business long enough that word had spread outside his old circle.

Ruby flicked on the hall light. They passed the galley kitchen and the two bedrooms off the hall. The walls were scuffed, gouged to plaster in spots—the Browns had lived there a long time. A wasted trip. In general when he got a furniture call, people had strange ideas about what he was looking for. Like he'd take any old thing, the saggy couch with springs poking out nappily, the recliner with sweated-into arms. He wasn't the junkman. The good finds were worth it, but he wasted too much time on false leads. If Rusty'd had any sense or taste, Carney could send his assistant on these missions, but he didn't have sense or taste. Come back with something that looked like raccoons nested in the horsehair stuffing.

Excerpted from Harlem Shuffle by Colson Whitehead. Copyright © 2021 by Colson Whitehead. Excerpted by permission of Doubleday. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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