“A story is time itself, boxed and compressed. It is the briefest entertainment and simulacrum of real life, which is big and messy and requires a strange kind of endurance. The story is stylized for that flash of laughter and pain, thwarted desire and odd consummation, while life waterfalls with it – all of it – every day; prodigious, cloying, in decay. And when the story is finally over – even if the protagonist survives a spray of gunfire and goes on living – it’s over. Meanwhile, life carries on, river-swift.”
Michael Paterniti “The Telling Room. A Tale of Love, Betrayal, Revenge, and the World’s Greatest Piece of Cheese.” The Dial Press, NY, 2013.
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