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Time (in this country of ever-expanding unusable free time) for an experiment: infinitesimal easing up on the throttle produces a gap between his grille and the nether parts of the Marquis in front of him. He takes his hands from the steering wheel, passes his extended fingers in front of one another in unconscious imitation. Casting his vision into the advance shoals, getting what his Driver's Ed teacher almost two decades ago affectionately if firmly referred to as The Big Picture, Kraft catches the total, pointillist effect: cars flaking off each other in the steady current, making a shimmering moire, like sheer curtains swaying in front of a screen. One might emerge from the system unable to add, predicate, or point to Canada on a map, but thanks to rigorous requirements would still be able to Aim High in Steering, Leave Oneself an Out, Second-guess the Other Guy. Driver's Ed: the backbone of the high school certificate. Fortunately, most everyone is a diploma holder here. The exchange is duplicated all across the event horizon, a synchronized, pointless, mass red shift.

Eight seconds later, for no reason in creation, the two swap back. Several hoods in front of him, sleek little fuel-injected Alpha particle manned by sandalwood-haired guy hugging cellular phone swaps places with convertible Stuttgartapparatus piloted by blond bombshell lip-syncing to the same song Kraft himself has tuned in on the radio. A lazy, Quaalude crossdrift of traffic skims across Kraft's viewing screen, flow and counterflow canceling out in diffraction pattern to form a standing wave. Up ahead, the Blue Angels run interference for an Esther Williams aqua ballet. Relics, mementos, the tourist scratches on the pavement marking the sites of annihilated Spanish missions. Lane lines, at this hour, are just a manufacturer's suggested retail, more of an honor system than anything worth bothering with.

What's the real word, local parlance? Shoosh. 'Cruise' is for the Autobahn, the Jet Stream, Club Med. 'Cruise' is a generous figure of speech at best, label from another time and biome still imbued with quaint, midcentury vigor, the incurably sanguine suggestion of motion more forward than lateral. PS3566.092064 1993 813'.54-dc20 92-43860 CIP Printed in the United States of America First Edition raft cruises down the Golden State: would it were so. Powers, Richard, 1957Operation wandering soul : a novel / by Richard Powers. It is the policy of William Morrow and Company, Inc., and its imprints and affiliates, recognizing the importance of preserving what has been written, to print the books we publish on acid-free paper, and we exert our best efforts to that end. Inquiries should be addressed to Permissions Department, William Morrow and Company, Inc., 1350 Avenue of the Americas, New York, N.Y.

No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Publisher. RICHARD POWERS OPERATION WANDERING SOUL A NOVEL ALSO BY RICHARD POWERS The Gold Bug Variations (1991) Prisoner's Dilemma (1988) Three Farmers On Their Way to a Dance (1985) Copyright В© 1993 by Richard Powers All rights reserved.