We're all doomed (but it makes for a damn good book)
Thoughts on The MANIAC by Benjamin Labatut
Paul Auster is riding my bumper, impatient to get past.
I raise my middle finger in the rearview mirror.
“Get lost. I’m going 70.”
Auster eases off before suddenly accelerating past.
“Dick,” I shout, as he speeds away in front of me, burning rubber on the M1 just outside Rotherham.
Maybe it’s not Paul Auster. Maybe it’s just a jerk in a Merc. But it makes fo…
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