Let's try some fiction for a change. A short story about time and libraries.
I can’t express how much all your non-fiction over the years has meant, but in the end I’m a fiction guy and this was a treat. I’m reminded of a thread I had once saved on a certain cursed site that I now can’t find. A reading-based story from you that was similarly enjoyable yet a little too relatable to me! If you’re mulling something novel-length around this idea I’d be in for that 100%.
Great read! Like Cheswick, I had that feeling of wanting to drink in all the art flowing by when I was young, but thankfully my ambition was smaller and it didn't take me long time realize how impossible the idea was. I learned to be satisfied just dangling one foot in the river instead.
I appreciate how lean this story is -- gets right to the point, trusts it reader and it's character to understand what's happening, paints an evocative story in a relatively brief time.
I find myself curious about the others living in the timeless space in the library. I love the description of Cheswick as "an old man, nearly wise."
Spending this much time with an unrepentant narcissist is hard.
I'll be thinking about this one for a while. Thank you!
Is “accouterments” a regionalism?
Wow. A great twist, and very well written. Bravo!