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324 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2013

“Then listen to me,” Lindemann put a hand on Arthur's shoulder. “This is an order, and you're going to follow it because you want to follow it, and you want to because I'm ordering you, and I'm ordering you because you want me to give the order. Starting today, you're going to make an effort. No matter what it costs.”
The reader keeps trying to make sense of it all. Perhaps the hero died. Perhaps the inconsistencies are harbingers of the end, the first defective spots, so to speak, before the entire warp and woof unravels. For what, the author seems to be asking, is death, if not an abrupt break in the middle of a sentence which the reader cannot elide, a soundless apocalypse in which it isn't humanity that disappears from the world, but the world itself that disappears, an end of all things that has no end?
...and Arthur described his idea to write a book that would be a message to a single human being, in which therefore all the artistry would serve as mere camouflage, so that nobody aside from this one person could decode it, and this very fact paradoxically would make the book a high literary achievement. Asked what the message would be, he said that would depend on the recipient. When asked who the recipient would be, he said that would depend on the message.
