Molly Notkin’s interrogation (pp. 791–792)
his widow-to-be was engaging in sexual enmeshments with just about everything with a Y-chromosome, and had been for what sounded like many years, including possibly with the Auteur’s son
Context
Gertrude's insufficient fidelity, stated flat and total. Molly Notkin relocates the intolerable pressure that drove Jim to self-erasure away from art and audience and onto the marriage: the wife enmeshed "with just about everything with a Y-chromosome" for years — the film-student daughter's own account, the endocrinologically-compelling Moms of the whole book's rumor-machinery — "including possibly with the Auteur's son," the incest-whiff that keeps all of Vienna humming. This is the Gertrude frame in its ugliest key: not the mother's insufficient mourning but the wife's boundless enmeshment, the marriage as an open secret everyone at the pressure-sealed table declined to see. The system's central secret, named by the one witness with nothing invested in keeping it.