I was reading, absorbed in an assault on K2 by a team of Japanese mountaineers, my lungs constricting in the thin burning air, the deadly sting of wind-lashed ice in my face, when the record -- Le Sacre du Printemps -- caught in the groove with a gnashing squeal as if a stageful of naiads, dryads and spandex satyrs had simultaneously gone lame.
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T.C. Boyle was American novelist and short-story writer. Thomas Coraghessan Boyle is an American novelist and short story writer. Since the mid-1970s, he has published thirty one novels and more than 150 short stories. Read more on Wikipedia →