About the book: 1958 / I was spying on a man named Jonas Putz. I mentioned it solely to explain how it happened that on Monday, at five o'clock in the afternoon, I was hanging out in the entrance at the corner of Thirty-eighth Street and Lexington Avenue. After spending about an hour in the Tulip bar of the Churchill Hotel, where I kept an eye on Pushch, being at a respectful distance from him, I then followed him into the street and walked on foot, but pretty soon I got the impression that more people were interested in his movements someone. In any case, every time Putz stopped to look at the shop windows, and, of course, I stopped, a third person followed our example - a lady who relentlessly followed me at a distance of a couple of dozen steps. I first noticed her in the lobby of Churchill,” simply out of habit—the same habit that causes men to involuntarily fixate their gaze on pretty girls..