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144 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 22, 2015
But if you’re reading this, maybe you already know this story. Maybe you have your own versions of everything I’ve told you.I smiled at this moment, revamped my score upwards a star, refigured what I had gotten from this book. Because earlier I had found myself saying, “That isn’t true. That isn’t what happens.” And that is the best part of the book—“Yes, yes,” it seems to say, “You played the game your way, your memories and mine differ, but that’s the point.”—and I wish it had loyally followed that tack. Because I cannot recall what happened in a game I played eighteen years ago—even a game I played a dozen times—yet any amount of prompting sends memories cascading through my mind: I am filled with nostalgia.
Maybe all along you’ve been saying, That isn’t quite right.
I'm sure I don't need to put the C.S. Lewis quote in here, but Bell continually writes about how he's always embarrassed by his past self and doesn't ever want to be judged by anyone he was before the present. He writes about going back with his brother and some of his family to play D&D and reconnect with his childhood, and how he even had fun. He was enjoying himself! And then as he drove away, his wife joked about how now he would be unfuckable for at least a week. Presumably for daring to show an emotion other than rugged masculine stoicism. I know nothing about her, or Bell, other than what's in this book, but that anecdote didn't leave me with a good impression, however much it was meant in jest. I looked up occasionally to see my wife watching aghast from across the room. On the way home, I burned with embarrassment whenever she looked over at me, an increasingly bemused expression on her face. She’d seen too much and we both knew it. Finally, she joked, “You know this is going to make you unfuckable for a few weeks, right?” And so in many ways playing D&D as an adult wasn’t different than playing it as a teenager.
Another wound I continue to carry is the deep shame I sometimes feel about who I was and what I was interested in when I was a child, as a teenager, as an adult: how the fantasy novels and the role-playing and the video games don’t match cleanly to the image I’ve tried to cultivate as a ‘serious’ man, as a writer of fiction, a professor, and an editor….This book you’re holding is one way for me to say, This is who I was. It is also, in almost every important way, still who I am.