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Make sure you include the part that he was never much of a lawyer at all and that his only "success" was a product of showing up and getting lucky, and that he had no ability to succeed in any real sense at all.I will literally tell them stories of Nick Rekieta. The lawyer who shot to stardom . . . who fucked it all up literally for "strippers" and cocaine, and thought he could get away with it.
If he were more interesting he could have been Neddy in Cheever's "The Swimmer" (which I highly recommend):Fear and loathing in Spicer. Unfortunately, I doubt Nick can write like Hunter Thompson despite having a fancy college degree in creative writing same amount of drugs though, but Hunter never held himself as a lawyer family man.
‘The Swimmer’ is a 1964 short story by the American writer John Cheever (1912-82), published in his collection The Brigadier and the Golf Widow.
[...]The story is set in one of the suburbs of Westchester County in the state of New York, and begins with married couple Neddy and Lucinda Merrill at the house of their friends, the Westerhazys, one midsummer Sunday afternoon. Neddy, who is a keen swimmer, works out that he can leave the Westerhazys’ cocktail party and travel the eight miles back to his home by working his way through a series of his friends’ back gardens, swimming the length of their swimming pools as he goes. He thinks about his four daughters who are waiting at home.
When Lucinda asks him where he is going, he tells her he is going to swim home. He begins to do so, visiting the various gardens and swimming pools of his friends and swimming across each pool before continuing on his journey.
Continuing on his journey, Neddy makes his way through the traffic to the public pool, where the water is less clear and salubrious than at the earlier pools he’d swum in; he also finds the various rules at the pool off-putting. Nevertheless, he braves the waters and continues to the house of an elderly couple known as the Hallorans.
They are political reformers who are suspected of being Communists (although in fact they are not), and Neddy recalls that they swim naked in their pool. So as a mark of respect, when he reaches their pool and explains what he is doing, he removes his trunks and swims the length of their pool, naked.
Before he leaves, Mrs Halloran tells him she was sorry to hear about his misfortunes, and the fact that he’d had to sell his house and something had happened to his ‘poor children’. This is news to Neddy, who is sure that his children are at home. As he leaves their garden, he starts to feel lame and worn out. What had seemed a good idea at the outset now seemed less so.
Once he has drunk a whiskey, Neddy swims the length of their pool and continues on his way. The next pool on his route belongs to Shirley Adams, Neddy’s former mistress, although he cannot remember when they had an affair. He remembered being the one who had ended the affair, however, and how this had made Shirley upset.
Shirley is frosty when she sees him, and refuses to give him a drink. She also suspects he is after money, and tells Neddy that she has company. He swims her pool, struggling to climb out because he is now so exhausted. He sees a young man inside Shirley’s bathhouse. Suddenly, as he feels the summer turning to autumn, Neddy feels overwhelmed by sadness and cries for probably the first time in his adult life.
Fatigued, he swims two more pools belonging to the Gilmartins and the Clydes, paddling the latter because he is so tired. He realises he has finished the final swim but his triumph is of a vague kind.
When he arrives home, he finds the house plunged in darkness and rust on the handles of the garage doors. He wonders if the cook or maid had accidentally locked up the house, but then recalls that they have not employed either a cook or a maid for some time.
The story ends with Neddy pounding on the door and looking in at the windows, realising that the house is completely empty.
[...]Perhaps the most significant key to understanding ‘The Swimmer’ can be found in a comment John Cheever himself made. He noted that he initially planned to write a story about a kind of latter-day Narcissus, that figure from Greek mythology who shunned those who loved him only to be destroyed when he caught sight of his reflection in the water and fell in love with his own beauty.
His curse is to realise that his life has in fact already been destroyed, his marriage is over, his children have disappeared, and he has lost his house: the modern American suburban equivalent of drowning and having your body turned into flowers (which is what happened to Narcissus).
As someone described on Gawker,
In the final paragraph, now home and exhausted, Neddy realizes that he has lost everything, and worse, everyone he truly loved. Yet the process and details remain mysterious. The final word of the story is empty, nothing is left to keep him afloat.
It’s a terribly depressing conclusion, but it has to be. “The Swimmer” is about not being grateful, and not being sufficiently aware of the world around you.
Sadly, Nick is not an interesting literary character, not a self-absorbed heavy-drinking WASP snob who doesn't even realize he's lost it all; he is not even the creepy anti-hero in his favorite suburban and middle-aged ennui film. He's just a tacky, trashy joke.