Harvey

Twenty-four hours after the sentence of his trial, in a borrowed house in Connecticut, Harvey wakes up at dawn sweaty and restless, but full of confidence: this is America, and in America those who are like him are not condemned. There was a time when people turned their backs on him, but those people were soon replaced by new people: and people who owed him favors, Harvey thinks, are still going to have to pay them back. They have tried to destroy his reputation, but have not succeeded, and that same day fate tells him how to finish restoring it; the familiar face of the neighbor next to him turns out to be that of the writer Don DeLillo, and Harvey already imagines the neons: Background noise, the maladaptive novel, made into a movie at last; the perfect alliance between ambition and prestige at the service of his return. And yet, the passing of the hours soon begins to fill with disturbing, ominous signs; deepening cracks in the confidence with which Harvey had dawned...