“It’s like an episode of 24 written by Proust”- Rich Lowry on his new spy thriller “Banquo’s Ghosts”
It was the worst of times, it was the worser of times, it was the age of intellgence-gathering, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of suspension of disbelief, it was the epoch of complete audience incredulity, it was the season of running around screaming, it was the season of staring into a computer screen, it was the spring of explosions, it was the winter of torture-porn, we had everything running past us in our black SUVs, and everyone was a mole.
Jack, jolter of jackals, electrocuter of their loins. Our sin, our soul.
I have killed
that was in
the integration room
you were probably
He was so suspicious
and so Muslim
Jack believed in America, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter – tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further… And one fine morning –
So we beat our suspect on, hands cuffed against the wall, borne back ceaselessly into the news at 10.