Improbableby Adam Fawer
David Caine inhabits a world of obsession, rich rewards, and rapid, destructive downfalls. A compulsive gambler and brilliant mathematician prone to crippling epileptic seizures, he possesses/center>/b>
David Caine inhabits a world of obsession, rich rewards, and rapid, destructive downfalls. A compulsive gambler and brilliant mathematician prone to crippling epileptic seizures, he possesses the uncanny ability to calculate odds of any hand in the blink of an eye. But one night at an underground poker club, Caine makes a costly mi scalculation, sending his life spinning out of control. Desperate, he agrees to test an experimental drug with unnerving side effects: inexplicable visions of the past, present, and future. Unsure whether he's perceiving an alternate reality or suffering a psychotic breakdown, Caine embarks on a journey that stretches beyond the possible into the world of the improbable. Gradually, he discovers the extent of his astonishing new ability but powerful, shadowy forces know Caine's secret. Now Caine must fight for his survival and his sanity . . .
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By Fawer, Adam
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"It's twenty to you, Caine. In or out?"
David Caine could hear the words, but he couldn't respond; his nose wouldn't let him. The smell was unlike anything he had experienced before -- a perverse stew of rancid meat and rotten eggs floating in a vat of urine. He had read on the Internet that some people killed themselves because the smell got so bad. At first he didn't believe it, but now ... now it didn't seem so crazy.
Even though he knew that the smell was a by-product of a few confused nerve cells, it didn't matter. According to his brain, the smell was real. More real than the cloud of cigarette smoke hovering over the table. More real than the greasy scent of McDonald's that still hung in the air from Walter's midnight snack. More real than the smell of sweat mixed with despair that permeated the entire room.
The smell was so bad that his eyes had begun to water, but as bad as it was, Caine didn't hate it as much as what it represented. The smell meant that another one was coming, and judging by the intensity of the vomit inducing, brain-crying stench, it was going to be a doozy. Worse still, it was coming on fast, and of all the times it could happen, he couldn't afford to have it happen now.
Caine squeezed his eyes shut for a moment in a vain attempt to hold off fate. Then he opened them and stared at the crumpled red-and-yellow box of fries sitting in front of Walter. Itpulsed before his eyes like a cardboard heart. Caine turned away, suddenly afraid he might puke.
"David, are you okay?"
Caine felt a warm hand on his shoulder. It was Sister Mary Straight, an ex-nun with oversize dentures that were older than he was. She was the only woman at the table -- hell, she was the only woman in the whole club except for the two emaciated Romanian waitresses Nikolaev kept around to make sure no one ever had a reason to get up. But Sister Mary was the only female player. Despite that everyone called her "Sister," she was more like a surrogate mother to the men who lived down in the cellar or, as the Russians liked to call it, the podvaal.
Technically, no one truly lived in the podvaal, but Caine was willing to bet that if he asked any of the twenty-odd men crowded around the tables where they felt most alive, they'd say it was here, in the cramped, windowless basement fifteen feet below the East Village. All the regulars were like Caine. Gamblers. Addicts. Sure, some had fancy offices on Wall Street or important-sounding jobs in midtown and business cards with raised silver lettering, but they all knew none of that mattered. All that mattered were the cards you were dealt and whether you were in.
Every night they returned to the cramped basement beneath Chernobyl, the Russian supper club on Avenue D. Although the bar was dirty, the games Vitaly Nikolaev ran were clean. When Caine first laid eyes on Vitaly, with his pasty white complexion and thin, girlish arms, Caine would have guessed he was a CPA rather than a Russian mobster.
But all his doubts disappeared the night when Vitaly Nikolaev beat the living shit out of Melvin Schuster, a harmless old man who picked the wrong club to cheat. Before Caine knew what was happening, Nikolaev had transformed the paunchy grandfather's face into a red, pulpy mess. No one ever cheated at the podvaal after that.
And yet this was the place Caine chose to call home. The minuscule studio he had on the Upper West Side was just where he slept, showered, and occasionally shaved. Every now and then, he would get a girl to come up, but that hadn't happened in a long while. Not surprising, considering the only woman Caine had any interaction with was Sister Mary.
"David, are you all right?" Sister's question brought Caine back to the world of the living. He blinked his eyes and gave Sister a quick nod, which was enough to make his nausea return.
"Yeah, I'm cool, Sister. Thanks."
"You sure? Because you look a little green."
"Just trying to earn some green," Caine said with a halfhearted grin.
"Are we through coffee-housing, or you two wanna get a room?" Walter sneered through yellowing teeth. He leaned in close enough for Caine to smell the onions on his breath. "Twenty. To. You. In. Or. Out?"
Caine looked down at his hand and then again at the up cards, stretching his long, sinewy arms over his head of unruly black hair. He pushed the nausea back down his throat and forced himself to ignore the smell as he decided what to do.
"Stop running the odds and bet," Walter said, picking at a hangnail.
Caine was known for doing the complex math in his head necessary to calculate the odds of nearly anything. The only variable that Caine couldn't quantify was the probability that his opponents were bluffing, but he tried nonetheless. Caine felt like Walter was purposely trying to rush him, so he gave the old man a bored look and continued analyzing the board.
The game was Texas Hold 'Em and the rules were simple. Each player was dealt two cards, which was followed by "the flop" when three cards were turned over for everyone to see. Then the dealer would flip over a fourth card, known as "the turn," and then the fifth and final card, known as "the river." There was a round of betting after each flip, and then the players revealed. Whoever had the best fivecard poker hand -- out of the five shared cards in the middle and the two cards in his hand -- won.
The beauty of the game was that at any given moment an intelligent player could look at the board and know the best possible hand that could be made ... Continues...
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Meet the Author
Adam Fawer holds undergraduate and master's degrees from the University of Pennsylvania and received an MBA from the Stanford Graduate School of Business. During his corporate career, Fawer worked for a variety of companies including Sony Music, J.P. Morgan, and most recently, About.com, where he was the chief operating officer. Improbable, his first novel, has already been translated into five languages. Fawer lives in New York with his partner, Meredith, and far too many pet fish.
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I really enjoyed this entire book from beginning to end. Kept me wanting more and kept me up very late into the night. Great mix of action and science. Dare I say that you liking this book is very 'Probable.'
Picked this book up in the store because the cover caught my eye, started reading a couple pages and ended up standing there reading for a half an hour. This is deffinately one of the best books i have ever red! I defenitely recomend everyone to check this book out!
I just finished IMPROBABLE and it was one of the best books I've ever read by a new author. Heard about this book in USA Today and went right out to get it. Great job with characters, settings and storyline. Had me hooked within the first few pages. A must, must read. Keep up th great work Adam. Look forward to your next book, especially if we visit the everywhen again.
Columbia statistics Ph.D. candidate and teacher David Caine is a compulsive gambler, always believing in the odds. However probability fails him when he loses while holding a near perfect hand. He owes a Russian Mafioso big time.--- At the same time he struggles with his dangerous debt, David also receives experimental treatment for his temporal lobe epilepsy. However, the treatment provides David the ability to enter the everywhen, where he ¿witnesses¿ countless futures in which he selects which one he wants for himself. Soon, the Feds and the Russians seek David for their own purposes. With his just out of the asylum schizophrenic twin Jasper and CIA killer Nava Vaner as his allies, David calculates the odds of survival in spite of probably turning into Laplace's Demon mathematically calculating the future. --- IMPROBABLE is an enjoyable action-packed thriller starring an intriguing antihero whose gambling is as out of control as an itchy edge in his blood. Having someone like that able to see the future is a delightful twist because the fever is in the paying not the winning (though David does not want to lose). Adam Fawer provides fabulous insight into the mathematics and physics that serve as the background to everywhen, but that also slows down the plot and feels awkward when killer Nava joins the fray. Though mindful of the Professor Q books of Trevor Hoyle, but with more of an espionage mob ring than the historical take of the latter, fans will appreciate this interesting thriller, which probably means an educated dedicated fan base.--- Harriet Klausner
When I started reading IMPROBABLE, I had no idea where it was going or whether or not I would even continue reading as it definitely was not my type of book.....or so I thought. Adam Fawer has created such amazing characters that suddenly became very real to me, maybe because of their faults....maybe because they 'spoke' out to me....maybe because of the talented writing....whatever the reason I found that I became so involved in their lives that could not stop reading. Page after page, like an onion with its layers, the plot started to reveal itself to me......or did it? David Caine's life wasn't the only one spinning out of control....mine was too since all else fell by the wayside as I kept reading ...and finally I forced myself to slow down, savor each and every word until the very end....and WOW!!!! what an ending!!! This phenomenal writer actuallly knew how to end this exceedingly complex book....!!!! So many times you'll be reading a really terrific book, you get to the end and it just folds flat....right????? Welll this one didn't at allll.....!!!! I wanted to go back to the beginning and read it all over again and that rarely ever happens with me!!!! What a completely totally original novel....what a fantabulous debut!!! I am so glad to hear that the publishers are going all out on the marketing thereby giving Adam Fawer the respect that he so richly deserves. Thanks for many hours of pure reading pleasure!!! Now hurry up with the next brilliant novel!!!
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