You are sitting at your computer. "What's this labyrinth on the left?" you
ask yourself. "Am I supposed to click it?" You are
about to click, but you are afraid that you'll get lost. Who or what is
Donavan Hall anyway? Sounds like the name of a college dormatory. If
he's a who, then is he real or a character invented by a novelist also
named Donavan Hall? You'll worry about that later.
Of course, you've
heard of Donavan Hall before. He's that guy that writes about craft
beer. "Didn't he used to have a blog?" you ask. Someone told you that he
is now writing novels (or novellas or novellettes or something like
that) all set in a fictional place. Isn't it called Long Neck? It's on
some island near a large metropolitan city. (What other sort of cities are
there? you think.)
You also heard that this Hall character publishes a magazine, what was it called?
You are about to give up and do another Google search,
when you decide to...
- read the WARNING,
- consult the map,
- start following the novel on
- like the labyrinth on facebook page,
- learn about
- just keep reading, thereby delaying the inevitable.
the story so far...
These things begin where they have to: not in
the beginning, but
somewhere in the
middle. It's tempting to start at
the end, but it's hard
to say what the end is until we get there, but there is always the
possibility that there might not be an end. And then there's the trouble
with labyrinths: the risk that you'll
...I always feel very happy when I don't understand something and it works
the other way around: when I read something that I understand perfectly, I
put it aside in disappointment. I don't like stories with understandable
plot lines. Because understanding can be a sentence. And not
understanding, a door swinging open.
---from Never And End to Paris by Enrique Vila-Matas
...a door swinging open into the labyrinth...