Book : A Visit From The Goon Squad - Egan, Jennifer

-Titulo Original : A Visit From The Goon Squad

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Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group

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Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter 1Found ObjectsIt began the usual way, in the bathroom of the Lassimo Hotel. Sasha was adjusting her yellow eye shadow in the mirror when she noticed a bagon the floor beside the sink that must have belonged to the womanwhose peeing she could faintly hear through the vaultlike door of a toilet stall. Inside the rim of the bag, barely visible, was a wallet made of pale green leather. It was easy for Sasha to recognize, looking back, that the peeing womans blind trust had provoked her: We live in a city where people will steal the hair off your head if you give them half a chance, but you leave your stuff lying in plain sight and expect it to be waiting for you when you come back? It made her want to teach the woman a lesson. But this wish only camouflaged the deeper feeling Sasha always had: that at, tender wallet, offering itself to her hand-it seemed so dull, so life-as-usual to just leave it there rather than seize the moment, accept the challenge, take the leap, fly the coop, throw caution to the wind, live dangerously (I get it, Coz, her therapist, said), and take the fucking thing.You mean steal it.He was trying to get Sasha to use that word, which was harder to avoid in the case of a wallet than with a lot of the things shed lifted over the past year, when her condition (as Coz referred to it) had begun to accelerate: five sets of keys, fourteen pairs of sunglasses, a childs striped scarf, binoculars, a cheese grater, a pocketknife, twenty-eight bars of soap, and eighty-five pens, ranging from cheap ballpoints shed used to sign debit-card slips to the aubergine Visconti that cost two hundred sixty dollars online, which shed lifted from her former bosss lawyer during a contracts meeting. Sasha no longer took anything from stores-their cold, inert goods didnt tempt her. Only from people.Okay, she said. Steal it.Sasha and Coz had dubbed that feeling she got the personal challenge, as in: taking the wallet was a way for Sasha to assert her toughness, her individuality. What they needed to do was switch things around in her head so that the challenge became not taking the wallet but leaving it. That would be the cure, although Coz never used words like cure. He wore funky sweaters and let her call him Coz, but he was old school inscrutable, to the point where Sasha couldnt tell if he was gay or straight, if hed written famous books, or if (as she sometimes suspected) he was one of those escaped cons who impersonate surgeons and windup leaving their operating tools inside peoples skulls. Of course, these questions could have been resolved on Google in less than a minute, but they were useful questions (according to Coz), and so far, Sasha had resisted.The couch where she lay in his office was blue leather and very soft. Coz liked the couch, hed told her, because it relieved them both of the burden of eye contact. You dont like eye contact? Sasha had asked. It seemed like a weird thing for a therapist to admit.I find it tiring, hed said. This way, we can both look where we want.Where will you look?He smiled. You can see my options.Where do you usually look? When people are on the couch.Around the room, Coz said. At the ceiling. Into space.Do you ever sleep?No.Sasha usually looked at the window, which faced the street, and tonight, as she continued her story, was rippled with rain. Shed glimpsed the wallet, tender and overripe as a peach. Shed plucked it from the womans bag and slipped it into her own small handbag, which shed zipped shut before the sound of peeing had stopped. Shed flicked open the bathroom door and floated back through the lobby to the bar. She and the wallets owner had never seen each other.Prewallet, Sasha had been in the grip of a dire evening: lame date (yet another) brooding behind dark bangs, sometimes glancing at the flat-screen TV, where a Jets game seemed to interest him more than Sa