Telegram Books: Excerpt from Nobody's Home

If New York is the centre of the world - and I, as someone from the provinces of Eastern Europe, have no doubt that it is - then one could say from the vantage point of the centre that nails have now become the centre of the body.

I was initiated into the new trend at a salon on Second Avenue. The boss, a Vietnamese man, greeted me with a courteous smile, and his colleagues settled me into a comfy leather chair. One offered to massage the weary back of my neck. Another got to work on the nails on my hands and feet. Abra, abra, a third asked me. Abra, abra, the woman insisted, pointing to her eyebrow. For another ten dollars I could have my eyebrows plucked. I declined. Her offer sounded a touch licentious. It was the end of the workday. I was the last customer.

I entertained myself by watching the Vietnamese proprietor teach a young Mexican woman with plump fingers how to groom nails. He was gentle and patient. First he applied polish to the nails on her hand, demonstrating how to brush the surface of the nail properly. Then he stretched his own hand out to her so she could demonstrate what she had learned. They made a perfect picture. Lit by light from the street, the teacher and pupil polishing each other's nails was a scene worthy of Vermeer.

Posted by Nancy on August 1, 2006 10:51 AM to Telegram Books