Last week I ordered a book from Amazon- I had been planning for a long, long time to give it as a gift, but could not let go of the copy I have for sentimental reasons. I had earned two $25 gift cards from my credit card after paying off the overdue hospital bill of my now-deceased life partner. Imagine the conundrum. The package appeared at my door Monday, almost instantaneously. When I picked it up and felt it, I was already disappointed, because it was too small. I tried to bend it–paperback? No, hardcover. So, I tore the envelope open and there was a different book, SexDeathEnlightenment, by Mark Matousek. What the hell? I checked the invoice. The book I ordered was clearly described, and there was an email address to contact in case of error. So, I did.
Today I got a reply, keep the book, yours was right here, I already gave it to the postman! Expedited shipping.
So I opened it up, it is a story of life with Andy Warhol, with a blurb by Ram Dass “An extraordinarily articulate account of how the sicknesses of our time can spawn spiritual awakening and compassion.”
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