This short fiction piece by Martin Amis starts out, "" On September 11, 2001, he opened his eyes at 4 a.m. in Portland, Maine, and Mohamed Atta's last day began. "" For a time that I find to be the most placid and uneventful hour of the day, four in the morning sure gets an awful lot of bad press — (Laughter) across a lot of different media from a lot of big names.