The Unknown: The Red Line.
  William Gaddis is seventy-something and he beat all of us at pool. Which was kind of embarrassing, since he was also a better writer; we figured we could at least win at pool. We got him to talk about the book he’s working on now—a nonfiction piece about jukeboxes. He said he’d give me a galley proof if we could beat him at eight ball, all working together, just as we had when working on our hypertext and our anthology. Gaddis won, I never saw his galleys, and he got a copy of The Unknown gratis.
 

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