A washed-up TV star, her bisexual son, tabloids, Texas, and a woman with only one leg.

This book is what happens when you take a celebrity-loving young novelist/bookstore clerk and give her unlimited access to French magazines. I’m not sure I like Étienne anymore. It was loads of fun to write such an obnoxious character, though, and bits of him remain in Sterling, among others.

Étienne in Paris
Mara at the bus station, in the motel bed, on the rocky beach wetly tanning the perfectly implausible spheres of her breasts.

Upstairs at the Empyrean
The unexpected inclusion was a space bunny.

Bimbo: The mathematical proof
Time was run by criminals who roughed you up and dumped you out of a moving car.