Go to the House of Rooms

THE SOUP

Jim Latter

 

The soup is cold.

-This soup's cold.

-Did you ask for it cold?

-No, I....

-Stove, what soup have you?

-Hot, I have chicken with noodles, minestrone with parmesan cheese,

tomato with cannelloni beans, asparagus with sweet corn, mushroom with blue

cheese.

Cold, I have gazpacho, vichysoisse, sorrel and tomato....

-What did you order?

-Asparagus wi....

-Stove, I'll have one asparagus with sweet corn and one mushroom

with....

-You could reheat th....

-...blue cheese. Reheated soup is disgusting.

-The soup will be ready in thirty seconds. Please affirm.

-Stove, affirm.

-But it's all reheated.

-Re-reheated is disgusting.

-Your order is ready.

-Go get it.

I get it. It's cold.

-It's cold.

-Stove, this soup is cold.

-I suggest you run a system check.

-Stove, partial or total?

-Partial should be sufficient.

-Stove, run partial system check.

-About to run partial system check. This will take 2 minutes and 30

seconds. Please affirm.

-Stove, affirm. This is your fault.

-How come?

-Because you keep ordering hot things cold.

-Not always.

-Not always but often, and it confuses the stove, and generally

fucks things up. Anyway hot soup cold is disgusting.

-I like hot soup cold.

-It's disgusting.

-Hot tomato soup with cannelloni beans cold isn't disgusting. It's

quite good.

-It's disgusting.

-The partial system check is complete.

-Stove, repeat last order.

-The last order was one asparagus soup with sweet corn and one

mushroom soup with blue cheese. This will take 30 seconds. Please affirm.

-Stove, affirm.

I taste the cold soup. It's quite good.

-Don't be disgusting.

-It's quite good.

-Disgusting.

-Your order is ready.

-Go get it.

I get it . It's cold.

-It's cold.

-Stove, this fucking soup is cold.

She's shouting now.

-It won't answer. It never responds to swearing.

-Okay okay

Sweetly now.

-Stove, this soup is cold....

She pauses.

-...you fucking piece of metal junk.

-I suggest you run a total system check.

Shouting.

-Just run the fucking check okay!

She pauses, breathing heavily.

-Stove, run total system check.

-About to run total system check. This will take 8 minutes and 48

seconds. Please affirm.

Sweetly.

-Stove, affirm....

Turning, screaming.

-...this is your fucking fault. You've completely fucked the

fucking stove.

-I don't see how ordering hot soup col....

But she's gone, the aluminium door vibrating in its frame. I taste

the soup. It actually is quite good so I finish it and am half way through

hers.

-Total system check complete.

-And?

Silence.

-Stove, and?

-Please repeat.

-Stove, what is the result of the total system check?

-No fault was found.

-Stove, the soup was cold.

-No fault was found.

I finish the soup. All three bowls.

-Maintenance. The stove is broken.

-Have you run system checks?

-Maintenance, affirm.

-Partial or total?

-Maintenance. Both. No fault was found.

She's back.

-Now who the fuck are you talking to?

-Maintenance.

-Just don't fuck that up as well.

-I didn't fuck the st....

-Awaiting request or question.

She's screaming, turning,

-Just shut the fuck up!

-Look, let me handle this. Maintenance, replace stove.

-About to replace stove, this will take 4 minutes and 3 seconds.

Please affirm.

-Maintenance, affirm.

She is looking at the three empty bowls. There is a soft pull of

air as the stove draws itself back into the wall.

-You are absofuckinglutely disgusting.

-They were quite good.

-Absofuckinglutely disgusting.

She leaves, dangerously, quietly. I put the three bowls into

disposal and watch the stove space. There is a soft push of air as the

stove slides from the wall.

-Stove, what soup have you?

-Hot, I have chicken with noodles, minestrone with parmesan cheese,

tomato with cannelloni beans, asparagus with sweet corn, mushroom with blue

cheese.

Cold, I have gazp....

-Stove, I'll have one asparagus with sweet corn.

-The soup will be ready in 30 seconds. Please affirm.

-Stove, affirm.

I wait.

-Your order is ready.

The soup is cold.

 


Biography: Born 1945. Studied painting at Hornsey (BA) and Chelsea (MA). Started and ran the Round House Gallery in the '70's. Later ran the Galleries at The University of Essex and the Gardner Centre in Brighton. At the same time taught painting at Chelsea School of Art and St Martins School of Art. At the same time painted...Five years ago I stopped teaching and running galleries and now paint full-time. Spend half the year in France and half in London. Married to a writer, Michele Roberts. 'The Soup' was the first thing I'd written since leaving school. It took me a month to pluck up the courage to show Michele what I'd written. Over the last three to four months I've developed 'The Soup' into a novel (unpublished).

Jim Latter can be contacted via email at: jimlatter@compuserve.com

Copyright © Jim Latter 1999

B A C K   |   G U E S T B O O K

 

Back to The House of Rooms   1,000 Windows Gallery   Makoor  The Hinterland  The Field of Cultivation  The Elemental Kitchen  The Wilderness