| SHOP EXCLUSIVE SUBSCRIBE  Jane Mayer of The New Yorker, indefatigable dark-money gumshoe, has made another major bust, this time in the area of The Big Lie and the lushly financed ratfcking infrastructure of the American right. She begins with the extended farce that is dragging on in Arizona, largely because it has been designed to drag on in Arizona, and elsewhere. She points to Patrick Byrne, the founder of Overstock.com, as one of the major sugar daddies behind this particular exercise in weaponized futility. But Mayer also emphasizes the fact that the entire conservative dark-money machine has been turned away from some of its traditional purposes and put behind a national effort not only to suppress the franchise, but also to delegitimize the electoral process itself. One engine supplies the power to the other.
 Here's your chance to cop a classic and save some dough while you're at it.  The much-beloved annual event kicked off July 12 for Nordy Club members, and opens to the public on July 28.
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 Billy Summers, King's latest endeavor, begins with a familiar premise: ex-Marine sniper Billy Summers, a principled hit man on the eve of retirement, agrees to do one last job. With an astronomical $2 million payout looming, Billy goes undercover to assassinate a criminal, but the cover his employers dream up hits a nerve: while masquerading as a novelist renting space in an office building, avid reader Billy sets to the task of writing his own lightly fictionalized autobiography, unspooling the wounds of a traumatic childhood and a bruising tour of duty in the Iraq War. It's no spoiler to say that when Billy carries out the hit, things go south in spectacularly bad fashion, sending him on the lam. Billy's escape from the wreckage of the job is complicated by Alice, a young woman he rescues after her brutal gang rape, who becomes an unlikely partner in his plans to get even. All the while, Billy writes his way through the morass of his past and present, making for a poignant story about how fiction can redeem, heal, and empower. King spoke with Esquire from his home in Maine about how his novels are connected, how the pandemic will change fiction, and how Billy Summers took him back to his own beginnings as a writer.
  "She was the most beautiful girl I ever saw," Frank Rosenthal remembers. "Statuesque. Great posture. And everyone who met her liked her in five minutes. The girl had fantastic charm. When I met Geri, she was a dancer at the Tropicana. She was also a chip hustler. She was a working girl. She had a couple of guys who she went with, and she made about $300,000 a year."
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Tuesday, August 03, 2021
It's Not About Trump, the My Pillow Guy, or the Insurrectionists. It's About the Money.
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