ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE at the Huntington Hotel in the room Ron
uses to drop to the Brotherhood
there's a book that gets distributed like a million identical others
thanks to the fanaticism of a money-maker named Gideon. Sorta like acid, I think. But it's lying
there closed and although I suspect that for some it gives great
revelations, there's a reason why that single tome gets left behind while
generations of towels get taken and replaced. It's a pretty good book,
as far as historical fiction goes. If you mix
it with LSD you're liable to make it an even more interesting read.
More contemporary, at least.