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At eleven years old, Rolph knows two clear things about himself: He belongs to his father. And his father belongs to him.
Albert, the surly Englishman who is Ramsey’s second in command, is driving.
Structural Desire: The much younger temporary female mate of a powerful male will be inexorably drawn to the single male within range who disdains her mate’s power.
Chronos is ranting about animals. He’s the bassist for the Mad Hatters, one of Lou’s bands,
Cora, the travel agent,
Dean, a blond actor
Mildred, one of the bird-watching ladies.
And Fiona
70 y/o ladies
“You’re driving me crazy,” Albert says,
To Mindy
the body of the lioness, Chronos’s legs splayed beneath her.
Rage at this man who casts everyone aside.
Rolph's feeling about his father when usually they are bonded.
long after Rolph has shot himself in the head in their father’s house at twenty-eight:
That’s what Bennie told me on the phone. Bennie from high school, our old friend. Lou’s protégé.
Bennie the organizer, rounding up people from the old days to say good-bye to Lou.
He found Rhea all
when I met Lou. Seventeen, hitchhiking.
Joscelyn
“Joc-elyn! Joc-elyn!”
Rhea holds his hand, and I take the other one.
Rhea, Lou, & Jocelyn
my old friend Bennie Salazar was a record producer!
Scotty Hausman
My fishing pals, Sammy and Dave, were shocked to see me catch this superb fish.
Hope Sasha took good care of you.”
what happened between A and B.”
“A is when we were both in the band, chasing the same girl. B is now.”
Alice
where we were two out of four Flaming Dildos,
“Divorced. From Alice.” “I know,”
The following spring, Stephanie’s older brother, Jules, was paroled from Attica Correctional Facility and came to live with them.
Bdnnid & StephNie
He seemed ready, finally, to resume the serious journalism career he’d come to New York more than twenty years before to pursue.
Jules after prison
“I think she’s watching us. Noreen. Through the fence.”
Stephanie thinks Noreen , her neighbor is nuts.
In the past thirty minutes she’d been forced to cancel a tennis game she was dying to play, piss Kathy off, embark on an invented errand to visit a person who was sure to be unconscious, and now bring her rudderless, hypercritical brother along to witness the demise of her alibi.
Stephanie doesn't want Bernie to know she still plays tennis with Kathy.
Time’s a goon, right? Isn’t that the expression?”
“Well, number one, getting a writer interested in this is going to be tough.” “I’m interested,” Jules said, “and I’m a writer.” God help me, Stephanie almost said, but restrained herself. She hadn’t heard her brother call himself a writer in many years.
Bosco wants a omeba k and wants +Jules to document it.
But I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away—I want my death to be an attraction,
Bosco
Jules spoke first: “It’s genius.” Bosco eyed him tenderly, moved by his own speech and moved to find that Jules was also moved.
“What’s your name again?” he called. “Jules. Jules Jones.”
preresponsibility of any kind, when they were still kicking around the Lower East Side with Bosco,
They were young and lucky and strong—what did they have to worry about?
And now Bosco was sick, hardly able to move, feverishly planning his death. Was this outcome a freak aberration from natural laws, or was it normal—a thing they should have seen coming?
“Sure, everything is ending,” Jules said, “but not yet.”
Stephanie entered her boss’s soaring corner office. La Doll was one of those people who seem, even to those who know them well, digitally enhanced:
something stuck to the bottom of her bare foot. She plucked it off—a bobby pin—and
Benny had slept with Kathy, Stephanie believes.
Dolly’s first big idea was the hat.
Arc, the general’s human relations captain.
sometimes her daughter, Lulu.
under her then moniker: La Doll.
And all of that wasn’t nearly enough to keep Lulu in Miss Rutgers’s School for Girls.
The general wanted an exclusive retainer. He wanted rehabilitation, American sympathy, an end to the CIA’s assassination attempts.
Your client is a genocidal dictator.
“The general is not happy, Miss Peale.”
Even before she’d served her six months for criminal negligence, before the class-action suit that resulted in her entire net worth (never nearly as large as it had seemed) being distributed in small parcels to her victims, La Doll was gone.
had conceived of an event crystallizing an era that had already passed. For a publicist, there could be no greater failure.
the general should be linked to a movie star.
