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So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot