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lincoln in the bardo
This was our latest book. In order to get this announcement you have to be familiar with the book. This is another attempt at mimicking a book’s style.
Dear all, last night sleep escaped me, so I took a midnight stroll. Crossing Falcon Park, I paused, chilled, at whispers swirling around me. I rushed home and recorded what I recalled.
I hear there will be—
Would you quit—
She’s yanking your chain, man. I think it’s funny.
I’m aware. It’s not amusing. Yes, a meeting. A book club meeting.
Aptly named, for us, that book club—Thanatopsis, a contemplation on death.
Hey, speak for yourself. I’m not dead, just not been feeling myself lately.
Not feeling yourself or anything else. I think we should attend.
If you have a mind to, I have it on good authority the meeting will be held at 7:30 on Tuesday, July 28 and—
They will discuss Lincoln in the Bardo at Nancy’s home.
Heh, there she goes again.
I do not have to put up with this. I am leaving. Do not pursue me Mrs. Vargas.
The voices faded with the last comment and the air warmed appreciably. I transcribe here only what I heard. Make of it what you will.
Puzzled at the vaugeries and expanse of the universe and all the wonders it contains,
I remain, your humble, befuddled, servant,