Sublime

“You Might Think,”

If,

One of the agencies the package went to was Frederick Hill Associates in San Francisco, where Bonnie Nadell, a new associate who had worked in the subsidiary rights department at Simon & Schuster when Less Than Zero was published,

I watched him for a few minutes. He was buff now, wearing a torn T-shirt and a loosely knotted tie. He was telling the students that he hadn’t lost his virginity—or even held a girl’s hand—until he was twenty-six-and-a-half. It was a gimmick now, part of his routine for guys. He had become a guru too. And, along the way, he’d lost the innocence he

Nashville

I thought that I was writing a period piece about the 1980s in America, when a great nation lost its financial mind.

Zappin ran his enterprise from his gut, freewheeling and unscientific, the polar opposite of Google.

The Paper Millionaire, by some Arab-turned-Englishman named Roger Shashoua. He sat

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