That seemed like an extravagant price to pay in order to end up exactly where he’d started, give or take a few minor scratches and crackles. There were two hundred and forty albums it would cost more than two thousand dollars to replace them all with downloads. He squatted beside the crates and did a quick count. He’d contemplated putting them in storage, as he’d done when he’d gone to Pakistan, but having already spent a month selling furniture and throwing out junk he was determined to complete the process: to reach the point where he could fly out of Sydney with no keys in his pocket, leaving nothing behind. The records would be far too heavy to take with him on the plane to Iran, and he didn’t think much of their chances if he sent them separately as surface freight. A turntable, amplifier and speakers sat on the floor beside them, their cables draped in dust it had been three weeks since he’d sold the shelving unit that had housed the components. Martin stared anxiously at the four crates full of vinyl LPs in the corner of the living room. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor to be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published without a similar condition, including this condition, being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. This eBook first published in 2010 by Gollancz.Īll characters and events in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The right of Greg Egan to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.įirst published in Great Britain in 2010 by

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