Paul Tibbets became the face of the Enola Gay and always said he slept fine. His co-pilot Robert Lewis, bumped from command days before the mission, spent the rest of his life differently.

If you'd wandered onto the gaming floor of the Las Vegas Hilton at almost any hour during the early 1970s, there's a good chance you'd have spotted a six-foot, grossly overweight man parked at the roulette table. Elephant-head cane resting beside him, cigar clamped in his mouth, cheap baseball cap sitting awkwardly on a bald head, he'd be losing enormous sums of money with a kind of grim determination. He called the casino floor his “other office,” and he meant it, spending 1

A year before Germaine Greer became one of the most famous feminists on earth, she was writing essays with titles like “I Am a Whore” for a magazine so explicit that Britain banned it before a single copy ever reached a newsstand. That magazine was called Suck, and for five strange years it tried to prove that pornography could be intellectual, political, and made by the people who actually wanted to be in it, rather than for them. Born in a London Summer Suck came together i