Sublime

I found him there, reading a book called Gödel, Escher, Bach. I’d never heard of it. I later tracked it down and read it from cover to cover three times. It changed my life.

wires. And I saw my life below them.” “Listen,” I said. “I need Patricia’s phone number.” The tears came now. He looked like a big baby. A big baby who was about to kill himself. “Can you tell me Patricia’s phone number?” I asked again slowly, gently, as if speaking to a child. He gave it to me—slowly, gently, like a child. I hoped that Patricia wo

North had worked for the arms-length, extra-judicial, extra-governmental agency known as the Board for four years. He was going to die young – the bullet guaranteed it. He told them he wanted to do something useful with the time he had left. And they took him at his word.

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,