“Three days to be exact. I spent those days taking Lamps advice. The tapes and transcripts arrived from New York, the IBM Selectric from a rental outfit down on Sepulveda. I set myself up in Sonny’s study at his massive desk, his pictures and awards looking down at me. I was up to Knight and Day’s postwar glory days now, and finding the going rough. Sonny wasn’t around anymore to look over my shoulder and growl, “Yeah, that’s just how I felt, pally,” or “No, that ain’t me.” I had a pile of tapes..., some notes, some impressions, and the power to create a man out of it. I was on my own. It felt a lot more like a novel now. I was also having trouble concentrating. Every time I started to look through the transcripts for a specific anecdote or phrase, I instead found myself searching in vain for that something Sonny had said, that thing that kept nibbling away at me. I couldn’t shake that. Nor the awareness of where the book was headed now, and the conversation I’d have to have with Connie about it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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