But before he can leave the store he meets Doug, the husband of the producer who has promised to read his script, wheeling a shopping cart with his child and "a four-figure avalanche of shellfish, cheeses, meats, and caviars". Bending to tie his laces he slips the "beautiful paper-wrapped filet" under his sweater, which he tucks into his trousers. Having sold his once-expensive books of literary theory for a derisory sum, he finds himself in a food store for "the super-gentry of SoHo and Tribeca", where the midsize piece of wild salmon he has selected has just been priced at $78.40 (2001 rates). H ow bad can things get? Thirtysomething Chip Lambert has lost his academic job after a sexual misdemeanour (and because he helped the student he was sleeping with write her essay) and is living in New York on dwindling funds and his hopes for his dismal film script.
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