Richard Bowes by If Angels Fight

Author:If Angels Fight
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-02-18T21:24:03+00:00

6.

As soon as Frank Parnelli started talking about Paul Revere, I knew who he meant and wasn’t surprised. I called Desmond Eliot and he wasn’t surprised to hear from me either. Back when I first knew Des Eliot he and Carol Bannon went to Amherst and were dating each other. Now he operates the political blog, Midnight Ride: Spreading the Alarm.

A few days later, I sat facing Eliot in his home office in suburban Maryland. I guess he could work in his pajamas if he wanted to. But, in fact, he was dressed and shaved and ready to ride.

He was listening to someone on the phone and typing on a keyboard in his lap. Behind him were a computer and a TV with the sound turned off. The screen showed a runway in Jordan where the smoking ruins of a passenger plane were still being hosed down with chemicals. Then a Republican senator with presidential ambitions looked very serious as he spoke to reporters in Washington.

A brisk Asian woman, who had introduced herself as June, came into the office, collected the outgoing mail, and departed. A fax hummed in the corner. Outside, it was a sunny day and the trees had just begun to turn.

“Yes, I saw the dustup at the press conference this morning,” he said into the phone. “The White House, basically, is claiming the Democrats planted a spy in the Republican National Committee. If I thought anyone on the DNC had the brains and chutzpah to do that I’d be cheering.”

At that moment Des was a relatively happy man. Midnight Ride is, as he puts it, “A tool of the disloyal opposition,” and right now things were going relatively badly for the administration.

He hung up and told me, “Lately every day is a feast. This must be how the right wing felt when Clinton was up to his ass in blue dresses and cigars.” As he spoke he typed on a keyboard, probably the very words he was uttering.

He stopped typing, put his feet up on a coffee table, and looked out over his half-frame glasses. His contacts with the Bannons go way back. It bothers him that mine go back further.

“You come all the way down here to ask me about Mark Bannon,” he said. “My guess is it’s not for some personal memoir like you’re telling me. I think the family is looking for him and thinks I may have spotted him like I did with Svetlanov.”

I shook my head like I didn’t understand.

“Surely you remember. It was twenty years ago. No, a bit more. Deep in the Reagan years. Glasnost and Perestroika weren’t even rumors. The Soviet Union was the Evil Empire. I was in Washington, writing for The Nation, consulting at a couple of think tanks, going out with Lucia, an Italian sculptress. Later on I was married to her for about six months.

“There was a Goya show at the Corcoran that Lucia wanted to see. We’d just come out of one of the galleries and there was this guy I was sure I’d never seen before, tall, prematurely gray.

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