The straight news: Gatti, who had taken more blows to the head than any human ever should, was vacationing in Brazil with his wife, Amanda Carine Barbosa Rodrigues. Their relationship was known to be violent. It did not end well. Cops say she strangled Gatti to death with her purse strap, which was found covered in his blood. Her alibi was not so great:

Rodrigues could not explain how she had spent nearly 10hours in the room without noticing that Gatti was dead, authorities said.

Uh huh. The final indignity: not only did Perez Hilton (a boxer himself!) run the wrong guy's picture as Gatti to memorialize him—he ran a picture of Alfonso Gomez, a guy who beat Gatti. Ouch. Perez's heartfelt words upon learning of Gatti's passing: "Major bummer!"

We know that Arturo's family appreciates that, Perez. For future reference, though, here's another photo from the very same set of Getty pictures from the Gatti-Gomez fight that you pulled your wrong photo from. The secret to identifying which one is Gatti: He's the one in the "GATTI" trunks. Don't say we never gave you any worthwhile tips! [NYDN, True/Slant. Fight pic: Getty]

Where were we? Ah yes. The character, displeased with the fellatio etc., "leaned into her face and rhythmically, without letup, I fucked her mouth."

In the new one, Hitch writes, a character reveals that:

something not unlike the above, culminating in her vomiting, was once inflicted on her by the captain of the tennis team. Prompt upon his cue, Zuckerman seizes an opportunity to correct her on a point of grammar, and then adds: "In the old days, before well-brought-up adolescent girls had their faces fucked forcefully, you never heard 'hopefully' misused like that."

When Raymond Chandler felt things going limp in a story, he would have the door open and then it would be: Enter a man carrying a gun. When Roth is in the same fix, we know that some luckless goy chick is about to get it in the face. Exit reader.

Zuckerman Undone [Atlantic]