In Beijing I carried around a book whose title I still don’t know. It was my protection from journalists. I just didn’t want to talk. The result was I gained a reputation for being a little impenetrable, giving off an unfriendly, unconcerned air. My friend, the shooter Suma Shirur, once told me, no sarcasm intended, that my ability to cut off was my biggest advantage. I was in a bubble of concentration and I didn’t want to
