chairs of literary events until the sixth drink in the follow-up dinner. Quoters of Goethe and Schiller. Owners of The Mammoth Book of German Aphorisms . Twitterers. Shitheads. Carrion-pickers. Slobs. Sociopaths. Laptop-dogs. Wolfes. Woolfs. Carvers. Lushes. Lishs. Gougers. Hacks. Mice. Lice. Writers, they were the worst, the most awful, we pitied them but loathed them more; because if it wasnât for them, the job really would be a pleasure.
My confrères listened to me with suppressed amusement. They had all seen me arrive with Craig Bennett and were polite enough to skip over my pitch completely and ask me the same set of questions when it was over.
âSo, is it true Cockburn was screaming for mercy?â
âAnd the window wasnât even open, I heard!â
âWell, someone told me he was holding him by his shirt collars, just, yâknow, to shake him up, and the fabric just ripped â he hadnât actually meant to drop him.â
âYah. Apparently thereâs a whole chapter missing they didnât print and heâd only just noticed. A whole chapter . If that was me, someone would definitely have gone through the window. Who can blame him?â
âSomeone said to me it was actually Nick Cave who pushed him.â
âReally, because Iâd heard it was Bret Easton Ellis.â
âNo, no, it was F. Scott Fitzgerald,â I said, and fled tothe bathroom, bumping straight into Bennett in the corridor heading the same way with his publicist in pursuit. Amanda glared hard at me as I pushed the door open and went in.
âThank God, I thought she was going to follow us in for a minute,â he said.
âShall we?â I asked.
âOh, yes,â he said and we ducked in together to the free cubicle.
We had conspicuously avoided the subject so far (I had been advised not to bring it up) but I had been made giddy by the speculation outside, and I couldnât resist asking him any longer. âSo, go on then, what did happen with you and James?â
He paused and shot me a disappointed look. Iâd said it gleefully.
âFrom the tone of your voice, I think youâd like to believe I pushed him out. Imagine if I had done that â what an appalling thing to do. Is that what you think of me, Liam? You sound like you wish I was that man, like you wish I was indecent. Is that how little you think of James?â
He delivered this soliloquy turning between the cistern and me, gazing into my face then back and with economical movements setting out two large lines.
âIâm sorry, I was being glib,â I said. âI would much prefer you to be decent.â
He finished rolling up a note and pointed it towards the cistern. âAnd this â is this compatible with decency?â
I searched for a truism to excuse our behaviour but came up short. âNo, itâs really not.â
He leaned over and snapped up his line. âOf course it isnât, and if youâre going to behave in a certain manner it is important to name it correctly â or else how will you recognise and resist it one day?â
He passed me the note. He had still not told me what happened with him and Cockburn. âTo decency,â he said.
âTo decency,â I repeated, and leaned over.
Chapter 5
â Y ou like drugs?â interrupted Arturo.
âHe loves drugs,â said Lizzie quickly, and I wondered how she knew before I realised she was talking about Arturo.
âI used to like drugs,â I said. âBut I donât take them any more.â
âWhy no?â asked Arturo.
That was the easiest and hardest question in the world to answer. Because drugs made me so hungry and irresponsible. Because that was the best thing about them.
Bennett and I exited the toilets together to a welcoming party comprising Amanda, Belinda and Suzy. They scrutinised
us and in the surge of enthusiasm the coke had inspired it felt like being caught
J. M. Gregson
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