Dead Air Iain Banks

A couple of ice cubes, first, then the apple that really started it all. A loft apartment in London"s East End; cool but doomed, demolition and redevelopment slated for the following week. Ken Nott, devoutly contrarian leftish shock-jock attending a mid-week wedding lunch, starts dropping stuff off the roof towards the deserted car park a hundred feet below. Other guests join in and soon half the contents of the flat are following the fruit towards the pitted tarmac . . . just as mobiles start to ring, and the apartment"s remaining TV is turned on, because apparently a plane has crashed into the World Trade Center ... Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Dead Air (Iain Banks)