{"product_id":"pikes-folly-isbn-9780375727269","title":"Pike's Folly","description":"Nathaniel Pike, a headstrong billionaire, is purchasing a piece of federal land in New Hampshire’s White Mountains and turning it into a huge, inaccessible parking lot. Orbiting Pike and his aspirations is a cast of perfectly flawed eccentrics: Marlene, who is shy and vulnerable but also a budding exhibitionist; Stuart, Pike’s assistant, who is Marlene’s husband and a failed writer; and Heath, who films Marlene’s public nudity and turns her into an Internet star. In this grand tale of the folly of the modern world, Mike Heppner skewers the extravagance of wealth, and the class that grows up around that wealth, even as he casts a humane look at the people involved. | “Brims with fun. . . . The kind of Waugh-like breezy black humor that cloaks a biting satire.” —\u003ci\u003eEsquire\u003c\/i\u003e  “Heppner is a fearsome cultural critic disguised in a novelist’s clothing.” —\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e “\u003ci\u003ePike's Folly \u003c\/i\u003eis all about subtlety, both in what the story explores and in how Heppner lampoons that. . . . Subtle, humane–and therefore true.”—\u003ci\u003eDetroit Free Press\u003c\/i\u003e“Sparkles with wit, poignancy and humor.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Temple News\u003c\/i\u003e | Mike Heppner lives in Watertown, Massachusetts. | “They ate me alive,” said the excitable man sitting across from Henry  Savage’s desk one June morning in Washington, D.C. “Absolutely tore me to  bits. All I said was, ‘Those people are no more Native American than I  am,’ which is true. Of course,   you can’t say things like that in Rhode Island, so everybody   went nuts. The Journal took their usual self-righteous stance,   the cannibals. I lost all of my old business contacts. Even Buddy wouldn’t  talk to me. People are so uptight these days, so   goddamn conservative—and I say that to you as a fellow   Republican.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “I’m not a Republican,” Henry said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Oh. Then I say that to you as a fellow Democrat.” Nathaniel Pike took off  his sunglasses, cleaned them with a neatly folded handkerchief and put  them back on. In the interim, Henry saw that Pike’s eyes were a sparkling  blue, like a beautiful woman’s. “Anyway, here I am, still dreaming, still  going strong, even twelve years later. You can hate me, Mr. Savage, but  you can’t keep me down, and you know why? Because I don’t hate anyone. I  refuse to. I hate fakery, I hate falseness, but I don’t hate people.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Henry shifted in his seat. His erect posture behind his desk conveyed  something about how he liked to conduct his business, with stiff formality  and an unwillingness to be swayed by emotion. A similar bearing might’ve  been useful in practicing meditation, if Henry had been inclined to such a  thing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “My problem is, I get restless,” Pike confessed. “My mind’s always going a  million miles a minute, and I can’t slow it down. It’s terrible how I  can’t stay focused on any one thing, and even when I do, no one else gets  it, you know? Whatever I think is beautiful, everyone else thinks is  crazy.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Surrounded by his government-issue office furniture, Henry felt stifled by  Mr. Pike’s overlarge presence. Pike was one of the wealthiest men in the  United States and, with his good looks and wild reputation, more  charismatic than most. Trace wrinkles in the corners of his mouth were the  only indications that he’d aged at all since dropping out of high school.  He’d kept in good shape simply by living life at a frantic pace. His arms  and legs were both longer than seemed in proportion to the rest of his  body, and he carried himself with the assurance provided by a healthy,  well-stoked ego.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    The parcel of land Pike wanted to buy from Henry’s department was one of  several properties that the Bureau of Land Management made available each  year to the private sector, largely acreage that the Interior Department  deemed no longer suitable for public use. Most of it was out west, in such  land-rich states as Arizona and Colorado. Pike’s was the only parcel that  the BLM still owned in the entire Northeast, and it consisted of seven and  a half acres of untapped wilderness in the White Mountains of New  Hampshire. Henry had no idea why Pike wanted the land, just that he was  willing to pay top dollar for it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Dressed smartly in his seven-thousand-dollar suit, Nathaniel patted down  the top of his full head of brown hair and took a swig from a bottle of  Poland Spring. “I’m not the kind of person that you normally do business  with, isn’t that right, Mr. Savage?” he asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “I don’t know what kind of a person you are,” Henry said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Visionary. Ambitious. Passionate. Not afraid to stick my foot in my  mouth. If I were a fruit, I’d be a banana. If I were a car, I’d be a sleek  limousine. If I were a . . .” Pike snapped his fingers. “Gimmie something  else to compare myself to.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “A TV show.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “If I were a TV show, I’d be a ten-hour miniseries, like Roots or The  Thorn Birds. No Richard Chamberlain, though—that guy’s a joke.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Henry saw that Pike liked thinking of himself as a comedian, so he did the  polite thing and smiled. “I don’t know, Mr. Pike. I worry about what’s in  that head of yours.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Well, don’t. And don’t listen to what other people say about me. It’s  very easy to get a bad rap in a small state like Rhode Island.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Pike chuckled at this. He’d lived in Rhode Island his entire life, and  over those forty-two years he’d built a reputation for wasteful, eccentric  behavior. Most notoriously, he’d bought an old farmhouse in the East Bay,  then surprised his neighbors by demolishing the house and rebuilding it  piece by piece, down to the last detail—furniture included. No one knew  why he did what he did or said the things that he said. To call him a  provocateur didn’t quite capture it. A provocateur, yes, but a charming  one, a persuasive one, maybe even a dangerous one. Everyone in the state  had an opinion about him, usually either very good or very bad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Such audacity never failed to impress Henry. The playboy’s life was  completely foreign to his own. He wondered, what makes a person like  Nathaniel Pike tick? No responsibilities, no obstacles in his path. Is it  just the money? Or is it some other characteristic that he has and I don’t?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “We’ll have to do this properly, of course,” Henry said. “You’ll submit a  bid, just like everyone else. I’m supposed to give preference to the  neighboring landowners, so we’ll need to act now.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Fine, fine . . . anything else?” Pike asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Yes. Just promise me that you won’t do anything crazy up there,” Henry  said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    His old-fashioned sense of integrity amused Pike. “I’ll promise you one  thing. I will do nothing to that land that will not make it more  beautiful.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “It’s beautiful as it is,” Henry protested.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Damn right. Everyone should get a chance to hike the White Mountains.  I’ve got a lady friend who runs a ski lodge in North Conway. I keep trying  to get someone to go up with me, but no dice. People are intimidated by  me, I think.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Oh?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Sadly so. I’ve got to learn to tone it down. A little less tempest, a  little more tact.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    They spent the rest of the meeting discussing Rhode Island politics, about  which Pike knew a great deal. He spoke of his friends in the state senate  as if they all owed him money, and in fact many of them did. His life  sounded so renegade, so unlike anything that Henry had experienced in D.C.  It thrilled him to hear about it, and he suspected that Pike probably had  a similar effect on others.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Leading him out of his office, Henry said, “I sure hope it cools off  tonight. I’m taking my wife to a Beach Boys reunion concert in Annapolis.  Do you like the Beach Boys?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Pike responded with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Gee, I haven’t thought about  those guys in years. I once produced an independent film, you know, with  Brian Wilson, back in the   eighties.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Really?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Hell yeah. That was a wild time.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Henry, feeling outclassed, retreated. “Their music’s pretty corny, I  suppose, but my wife won the tickets.” He cleared his throat. “What time’s  your plane out of Reagan?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    “Three o’clock. Don’t worry about me. I’m going to take a walk around the  Mall. Strange name for it, don’t you think?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Henry escorted him as far as his outer office, then returned alone to  brood behind his desk until lunch. His secretary, Rochelle, was still  glowing from some compliment that Pike had paid her on his way out and was  fairly useless to Henry for the rest of the morning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Pike flew out on an afternoon direct to T. F. Green Airport, which got him  home before the commuter rush. That night, he took his personal assistant,  Stuart, out for a bite to eat at Café Nuovo and bragged about his trip to  Washington. Over the   bar, Gregg Reese was prattling on TV to the news anchor from Channel 6.  Always selling something, that one, Pike thought. 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