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Название книги: The Ask
Автор(ы): Sam Lipsyte
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Ask-158252.html
© 2010
For Alfred
Acknowledgments
My deep gratitude to the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation and the MacDowell Colony for their support, and to Ceridwen Morris, for her honesty, insight, and patience.
In memory of James Conlon.
One
America, said Horace, the office temp, was a run-down and demented pimp. Our republic's whoremaster days were through. Whither that frost-nerved, diamond-fanged hustler who'd stormed Normandy, dick-smacked the Soviets, turned out such firm emerging market flesh? Now our nation slumped in the corner of the pool hall, some gummy coot with a pint of Mad Dog and soggy yellow eyes, just another mark for the juvenile wolves."We're the bitches of the First World," said Horace, his own eyes braziers of delight.We all loved Horace, his clownish pronouncements. He was a white kid from Armonk who had learned to speak and feel from a half-dozen VHS tapes in his father's garage. Besides, here at our desks with our turkey wraps, I did not disagree.But I let him have it. It was my duty. We were in
Название книги: The Ask
Автор(ы): Sam Lipsyte
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Ask-158252.html
© 2010
For Alfred
Acknowledgments
My deep gratitude to the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation and the MacDowell Colony for their support, and to Ceridwen Morris, for her honesty, insight, and patience.
In memory of James Conlon.
One
America, said Horace, the office temp, was a run-down and demented pimp. Our republic's whoremaster days were through. Whither that frost-nerved, diamond-fanged hustler who'd stormed Normandy, dick-smacked the Soviets, turned out such firm emerging market flesh? Now our nation slumped in the corner of the pool hall, some gummy coot with a pint of Mad Dog and soggy yellow eyes, just another mark for the juvenile wolves."We're the bitches of the First World," said Horace, his own eyes braziers of delight.We all loved Horace, his clownish pronouncements. He was a white kid from Armonk who had learned to speak and feel from a half-dozen VHS tapes in his father's garage. Besides, here at our desks with our turkey wraps, I did not disagree.But I let him have it. It was my duty. We were in
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