title: The Little Sleep: A Novel
author:  Paul Tremblay 
description: South Boston PI Mark Genevich struggles to lead a seminormal life despite his narcolepsy, whose symptoms include falling asleep mid-conversation and hallucinations, in this uninspired noir from Stoker-finalist Tremblay (<I>City Pier</I>). When Jennifer Times, the daughter of prominent DA William "Billy" Times, comes to Mark's office with racy photographs of herself she received anonymously, Mark agrees to take her case. But after trying to contact both Jennifer&mdash;who's a contestant on an <I>American Idol</I>&ndash;like TV show&mdash;and her father, Mark realizes that Jennifer's visit was a hallucination. The photographs are his only tether to reality, one that becomes even more tenuous when he discovers not only that the subject isn't Jennifer, but that her father and his goons will do anything to get the mysterious photos back. Despite a promisingly quirky hero, Tremblay's plot is so full of holes that readers may wonder if they've suffered from one of Mark's frequent blackouts. <I>(Mar.)</I> <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  Norman woke up in the dark feeling a little
  
  
  delirious, his skin itchy, his throat a desert. He still felt
  
  
  ‘away,’ like he normally felt after waking from a deep dream.
  
  
  Strange that he couldn’t remember the dream or focus on a single
  
  
  thought, really. Must’ve picked up something from one of those
  
  
  Haitian gang members he’d arrested a couple of nights before. Damn,
  
  
  his arm itched. He scratched but there was no relief and when he
  
  
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