| Author: | James Wallenstein | ISBN: | 9781571318350 |
| Publisher: | Milkweed Editions | Publication: | June 7, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Milkweed Editions | Language: | English |
| Author: | James Wallenstein |
| ISBN: | 9781571318350 |
| Publisher: | Milkweed Editions |
| Publication: | June 7, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Milkweed Editions |
| Language: | English |
If by 1970 I had started to slip, it wasn’t by much. To make more of the decline would be easy: exaggeration resonates in candor. My income had fallen, though not to any depth. That would have required a spectacular reversal, and, contrary impulses notwithstanding, I seem to avoid spectacular actions of any kind. I still had plenty of money in 1970, more than my neighbors could reasonably hope to come by, yet not so much anymore that I could forget them. My lawn was no longer quite big enough nor my hedges high enough.
Neil Fox has made a fortune off the heads we win/tails you lose” venture capital deals negotiated by his brother, costing him almost everything but money. His ex-wife and daughter spurn him, and he lost his young son years ago. He now lives a carefully plotted life, working as a lawyer at a small investment-banking firm and spending nights at home with a drink.
When the affable Bud Younger moves in next door-on a parcel that Neil had sold off-Neil takes an almost instant dislike to him. Bud is nearly everything Neil is not-a gregarious, energetic striver loved by his intact family. When Bud asks Neil to
If by 1970 I had started to slip, it wasn’t by much. To make more of the decline would be easy: exaggeration resonates in candor. My income had fallen, though not to any depth. That would have required a spectacular reversal, and, contrary impulses notwithstanding, I seem to avoid spectacular actions of any kind. I still had plenty of money in 1970, more than my neighbors could reasonably hope to come by, yet not so much anymore that I could forget them. My lawn was no longer quite big enough nor my hedges high enough.
Neil Fox has made a fortune off the heads we win/tails you lose” venture capital deals negotiated by his brother, costing him almost everything but money. His ex-wife and daughter spurn him, and he lost his young son years ago. He now lives a carefully plotted life, working as a lawyer at a small investment-banking firm and spending nights at home with a drink.
When the affable Bud Younger moves in next door-on a parcel that Neil had sold off-Neil takes an almost instant dislike to him. Bud is nearly everything Neil is not-a gregarious, energetic striver loved by his intact family. When Bud asks Neil to
