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753 |
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Tehanu
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Paris (75015) |
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4.00 € |
| Prix actuel |
4.00 €
Soit environ 26.24 FF |
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1.00 € |
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2.00 € |
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| Les offres pour Miss Wyoming - By Douglas Coupland |
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Susan Colgate and John Johnson broke Hollywood's golden rule. They walked to a restaurant in LA. But that wasn't all. Three years ago, Susan Colgate, the utensilised, polymered, tetracyclined princess of Tinseltown trailer-park trash, walked out of her life. She had had enough of out-Barbieing Barbie after Marilyn, her mom, had plasticised her through the teen pageant circuit. She finally ditched her Mom at the same time she ditched Miss USA Teen but found new meaninglessness in the soap, Meet The Blooms. When that bombed, she married gay Brit Thrash Metal star, Chris Thraice, for a Hollywood smokescreen deal worth $10,000 per month.
Her needle was well into the red, way past empty, so when her plane crashed and she was the only survivor amid a body zone of scorched, dismembered flesh, Susan reckoned she could just get lost. One year later, she reappeared; the media sucked insatiably at her resurrection but she kept her story unsouled.
Johnson was an action film star (Bel Air PI and Bel Air PI 2) addicted to hard sex and harder drugs. But it was flu not methamphetamine that almost killed him, and while in Cedars-Sinai he had a vision of Susan. When he got out he gave away his designer life to rinse his soul in a cold, clear lake.
He set out on the road. He ate out of dumpsters. He slept under bridges. He met Nobodies. He went nowhere. His skin turned into pig leather and he didn't learn a goddamn thing. One morning, he realised Susan hadn't been a vision; he'd been watching a pixilated rerun of Meet The Blooms. So he went home.
California had only one taboo: loneliness. Johnson had seen it in the anti-matter of Susan's eyes and believed they could connect. After his lunch with Susan, he got her number from Ryan, another Susaphile, at the video store but she never called him back. This time she really had gone missing.
Susan had spent most of the year after the air crash reclused with Eugene Lindsay, a mail fraudster and former beauty pageant judge. She got pregnant. Eugene died in an explosion so Susan kept on driving to hole up with Randy, a four-time loser and cyber rumour monger, who had once left a poem to Suze near the crash site. Eugene junior was born that night. Two months later, the day after her mom won a $4m settlement from the airline for her daughter's death, Susan turned herself in. Eugene Junior remained a secret; pure, untainted by the talons of the talentless. Until Marilyn found out and kidnapped him. John and Ryan tracked Marilyn down to Wyoming; so too did Susan.
They all met at high noon on a garage forecourt. Susan and John headed back west into the deep, healing amber glow of the sub-atomic half-life of the LA sunset.
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