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CHAPTER IFrom Conjure Men: My Work With Ezawa at Tulane by Anthony Edman, M.D., Ph.D. I did not see my first "zombie" until my second day at Tulane when Ezawa permitted me to witness an interview. He ushered me into a cubicle occupied by several folding chairs and switched on a two-way mirror. The room beyond the mirror was decorated in the style of a tum-of-the-century bordello: red velvet chairs and sofa perched on clawed feet, their walnut frames carved into filigree; brass urns holding peacock plumes; burgundy drapes and maroon-striped wallpaper; a branching chandelier upheld by a spider of black iron. The light was as bright as a photographer's stage. Though "zombies"at least the short-termersdo not see clearly until the end, they react to the color and the glare, and ultimately the decor serves to amplify the therapist's persuasive powers.In passing, I should mention that I considered the lack of a suitable chair within the observation cubicle a personal affront. Being a compactly built man himself, it might be assumed Ezawa had simply committed an oversight and not taken my girth into account; but I cannot accept the proposal that this meticulous and polite gentleman would overlook any detail unless by design. He had exerted all his influence to block my approval as psychiatric chief of the project, considering my approach too radical, and I believe he enjoyed watching me perch with one ham on, the other off, for the better part of an hour. Truthfully, though, what I was to see beyond the mirror banished all thought of my discomfort, and had it been necessary to balance on a shooting stick and peer between the shoulders of a crowd, I would still have felt myself privileged.The therapist, Jocundra Verret, sat on the edge of theKj: II',"pi I ; ' 'ft ^I-1-1f ^I iII'! i IU.i i