In fact, I hated Loomis — let me count the ways. His imprecision and laziness maddened my compulsive instincts — his patchiness, the way even his spe… - Jonathan Lethem

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In fact, I hated Loomis — let me count the ways. His imprecision and laziness maddened my compulsive instincts — his patchiness, the way even his speech was riddled with drop-outs and glitches like a worn cassette, the way his leaden senses refused the world, his attention like a pinball rolling past unlit blinkers and frozen flippers into the hole again and again: game over . He was permanently impressed by the most irrelevant banalities and impossible to impress with real novelty, meaning, or conflict.

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About Jonathan Lethem

Jonathan Lethem (born February 19, 1964) is an American novelist, essayist, and short story writer.

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Pen Names: Harry Conklin
Alternative Names: Jonathan Allen Lethem
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Minna Agency errands mostly stuck in Brooklyn, rarely far from Court Street, in fact. Carroll Gardens and Cobble Hill together made a crisscrossed game board of Frank Minna’s alliances and enmities, and me and Gil Coney and the other Agency Men were the markers — like Monopoly pieces, I sometimes thought, tin automobiles or terriers (not top hats, surely) — to be moved around that game board. Here on the Upper East Side we were off our customary map, Automobile and Terrier in Candyland — or maybe in the study with Colonel Mustard.

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