When the controversy blewup, and I was sort of written off by the publishing business, and by the literary community, instead of being upset about it, I was kind of excited.
The night I arrived, we dined with four delightful expat friends at a nice hotel restaurant, where I learned, among other things, that in 1992 a construction crew working for Ross Perot illegally blewup a coral reef so that he could moor his yacht, the Chateau Margaux, at his doorstep.