What do you think?
Rate this book


181 pages, Hardcover
First published November 15, 2015
Reality is just this game people play together, something their brain decides on, and the minute their brain gets iffy about reality, they realize everything they know about the world is just their own made-up version of it, and that would mean everyone is walking around in their own made-up world, all alone, and reality is just something we invent together to make us feel not so alone. It scares people when some of us check out of the game.
Susie: Do you know who Marcel Schwob is?Huh.
Me: No.
Susie: He was a great writer - great. Nobody reads him anymore. How about Isaac Babel? Edward Everett Hale? Theodor Fontane?
Me:
Susie: All great writers who nobody really reads anymore. Defunct. Extinct. Forgotten.
Me:
Susie: There are lots of them. Most of them. That's what happens. A few become part of the canon, and they get read because teachers make you read them. But nobody really cares about the people who wrote the books. I think I'd rather invest my time in the ones who will care, like family and friends.