One to read slowly and turn over in your mind. The narrator, a writer, relates conversations with a wide range of people on how we construct the narratives of our lives, our identity, our relationships. She, herself, remains an enigma.
It was interesting to consider ... that a story might merely be a series of events we believe ourselves to be involved in, but on which we have absolutely no influence at all. He himself had noticed nothing on his journey here: he habitually did not notice things which did not concern him, for that very reason, that he saw the tendency to fictionalise our own experiences as positively dangerous, because it convinced us that human life had some kind of design and that we were more significant than we actually were.