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Название книги: Popcorn
Автор(ы): Ben Elton
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Popcorn-195435.html
Chapter One
On the morning after the night it happened, Bruce Delamitri was sitting in a police interview room.‘Name?’ said the interrogating officer.It wasn’t really a question. The officer knew Bruce’s name, of course, but there was a procedure and he was required to follow it.*On the morning before, Bruce had been sitting in a television studio. Opposite him, across the sweeping curve of the presentation console, were two KenandBarbiestyle presenters of indeterminate age.‘His name’ (pause) ‘is Bruce Delamitri,’ said Ken, employing the sincere, plonking tone he reserved for really big guests.*‘Occupation?’ said the policeman on the morning after, as if he didn’t know.*‘He is probably the most celebrated artist working in the motionpicture industry today. A great writer, a great director. Hollywood ’s golden boy.’‘I heard he makes a great pasta sauce too,’ interjected Barbie, by way of adding a little human interest.It was the morning before, and the last day on which Bruce would hear himself described in such terms.*‘Marital status?’ the cop enquired.*‘But career excellence takes its toll, and Hollywood was recently saddened by the news that Bruce’s marriage to actress, model and rock singer Farrah Delamitri was in big trouble. We’ll be talking about that also.’The red light on top of the camera facing Bruce lit up. He adopted a suitably sardonic ‘shit happens’ expression. The next twentyfour hours would prove him right about that.*Bruce tried to look the policeman in the eye. Marital status? What a question. The whole world knew his marital status.‘My wife
Название книги: Popcorn
Автор(ы): Ben Elton
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Popcorn-195435.html
Chapter One
On the morning after the night it happened, Bruce Delamitri was sitting in a police interview room.‘Name?’ said the interrogating officer.It wasn’t really a question. The officer knew Bruce’s name, of course, but there was a procedure and he was required to follow it.*On the morning before, Bruce had been sitting in a television studio. Opposite him, across the sweeping curve of the presentation console, were two KenandBarbiestyle presenters of indeterminate age.‘His name’ (pause) ‘is Bruce Delamitri,’ said Ken, employing the sincere, plonking tone he reserved for really big guests.*‘Occupation?’ said the policeman on the morning after, as if he didn’t know.*‘He is probably the most celebrated artist working in the motionpicture industry today. A great writer, a great director. Hollywood ’s golden boy.’‘I heard he makes a great pasta sauce too,’ interjected Barbie, by way of adding a little human interest.It was the morning before, and the last day on which Bruce would hear himself described in such terms.*‘Marital status?’ the cop enquired.*‘But career excellence takes its toll, and Hollywood was recently saddened by the news that Bruce’s marriage to actress, model and rock singer Farrah Delamitri was in big trouble. We’ll be talking about that also.’The red light on top of the camera facing Bruce lit up. He adopted a suitably sardonic ‘shit happens’ expression. The next twentyfour hours would prove him right about that.*Bruce tried to look the policeman in the eye. Marital status? What a question. The whole world knew his marital status.‘My wife
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