Recursion

by Blake Crouch

It is the lonely hour of the night, one with which he is all too familiar—when the city sleeps but you don’t, and all the regrets of your life rage in your mind with an unbearable intensity.

More building out of Barry’s character here. I think we’ve all had nights like these. I certainly have, especially around the time I was writing Recursion. There’s a special kind of misery to not being able to sleep while your mind races and rages with all the possible bad things that might happen, and all the regrets of your life are simmering under the surface. Clearly, I was going through a rough time at the beginning of this book, and all I could do was try to channel it into the character of Barry Sutton.